Chapter 93.1: Xishan Residential Area (13)

  It should have been an empty kitchen, but at this moment, there was a person lying on the floor.

No, that couldn’t even be called a person.

It was an extremely twisted corpse.

And it was a corpse with Yang Tianhao’s face.

The spine of the corpse seemed to be broken, the upper body hanging down without support, legs unnaturally bent, as if the leg bones were also broken.

The corpse was lying on the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

As the corpse tried to straighten its body, the upper body twisted around, and you could even see several large holes in the chest of the corpse.

Blood continued to flow from the large holes, staining the entire corpse, making it look terrifying and horrifying.

Even the dripping bloodstains stained the floor of the kitchen, as if it were the scene of a murder.

But the corpse was still twisting in a terrifying and chilling posture, sending shivers down the spine.

That was definitely something a human couldn’t do, more like a resurrected zombie from a movie.

And the bloodstains dripping on the floor seemed to have a life of their own, as if they were made up of invisible, densely packed little creatures wriggling in the direction of the living room.

Their speed was even faster than that of the corpse.

However, perhaps the bloodstains couldn’t move too far away from the corpse. After wriggling a certain distance, they could only struggle in place, with a sense of urgency and unwillingness.

It was as if something in the living room was attracting them, urging the owner to hurry up.

But no matter how the bloodstains wriggled, the corpse’s speed was extremely slow, struggling on the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

And there was no intention of crawling into the living room.

It was as if the corpse just wanted to stand up.

But the entire scene looked incredibly terrifying and chilling, making one’s scalp tingle.

Even an ordinary person would probably faint at the sight, not to mention Ruan Qing, who was already afraid of ghosts.

And this scene was eerily similar to the ghost that had crawled out of the graveyard that day, as if this scene had pulled him back at that moment.

Fear and terror surged instantly.

Ruan Qing’s delicate and fair face instantly lost all color. His brain went blank, and even his heartbeat stopped.

Even the eyes that had just regained their sight suddenly went black, and a dizzying sensation swept over, as if he was about to faint in the next moment.

Ruan Qing unconsciously clenched the handle of the water cup tightly, his fingers turning white from the pressure.

But he couldn’t afford to faint.

Because once he fainted, no one knew what would happen.

Maybe he would never wake up again.

Or perhaps he would wake up, but not in a human form.

A few minutes ago, Ruan Qing was celebrating the return of his eyesight, but now he deeply regretted it.

If he had known it was this kind of eerie instance, he would have preferred to remain blind.

After all, as long as he couldn’t see, he could delude himself into thinking that those were artificially created sounds.

Instead of witnessing some non-human entities like he was now, which made it impossible for him to deceive himself.

Fear made Ruan Qing’s eyes turn red, and his thoughts became extremely chaotic, with only one idea in his mind: escape.

He bit his lower lip hard, the pale pink lip almost on the verge of being broken by his teeth.

But he didn’t release it, trying to use the pain to calm his brain down a bit.

If he ran away now, it would definitely attract the attention of the corpse.

If he angered the corpse...

Unless the corpse was extremely slow, he would undoubtedly die.

Ruan Qing’s hand clenched even tighter, almost sinking into his flesh.

As a potential boss in this instance, could its speed really be that slow?

Currently, Yang Tianhao’s corpse was only trying to stand up, and its attention was not on him. Maybe he just had to pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

Just pretend he was still blind.

The corpse seemed to sense that someone was looking at it, twisted its head up, and looked towards the kitchen door.

In its hollow and pale eyes, there seemed to be a strong sense of resentment and unwillingness, giving rise to an inexplicable and dangerous feeling.

The corpse’s face had already stiffened and turned purple. Staring at it made it seem like it would pounce in the next second.

It was broad daylight, but it gave off a deep and terrifying vibe, making one’s hair stand on end, and shivers ran down the spine.

As the corpse saw Ruan Qing, its mouth began to crack open, as if it was smiling.

However, this smile was extremely eerie, with the corners of its mouth almost reaching its ears, looking terrifying.

It was a smile that a human could never possibly display.

Not to mention the resentment and unwillingness in its eyes.

The corpse stared fixedly at Ruan Qing in the living room, as if it wanted to devour him entirely.

After Ruan Qing clearly saw the expression on the corpse’s face, his mind went blank, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted, his face even paler, and the mental fortification he had just built collapsed once again.

Fear and terror within him regained the upper hand.

In fact, Ruan Qing had wanted to run away the moment he saw the corpse, but he could barely stand as if he had used up all his strength just standing there.

Perhaps he would fall to the ground if he moved even a little.

The comforting thoughts he had just had were nothing but self-deception.

Ruan Qing couldn’t control his brain from conjuring up various horrifying ways to die and what had happened in the past two days.

If Yang Tianhao knew what had happened in the past two days, in his eyes, Ruan Qing might be seen as betraying him, even though he was not doing it willingly.

And Yang Tianhao had ulterior motives for the original owner. Maybe he wanted to kill Zhou Qing and ended up getting killed by the murderer instead.

What’s even more excessive was that the murderer disguised himself as him and even attempted to frame him.

These old and new grudges piled up, perhaps making Yang Tianhao even more resentful towards the murderer and Zhou Qing.

And if he regained his sight at this moment, Yang Tianhao might even think that he actively wanted to frame him.

Or perhaps he had colluded with the murderer from the beginning.

Ruan Qing, with a pale face, stiffly averted his gaze. His beautiful eyes became hollow and lifeless once again, as if he was still blind.

Ruan Qing didn’t hope that Yang Tianhao, who had become a corpse, would remember the past affection with Zhou Qing. He just hoped that he would be reasonable and understand that he was also a victim deceived by the murderer, instead of insisting on dragging him down to hell.

Ruan Qing stiffened his body, as if he hadn’t seen the distorted corpse in the kitchen, and with all his strength, he slowly walked to the water dispenser near the kitchen door.

Exploring, he began to pour water.

But probably due to extreme fear, his hand couldn’t stop trembling for a few moments.

In fact, it wasn’t just his hand; if one looked closely, even his body was trembling imperceptibly.

Probably because Ruan Qing was so scared, he didn’t realize he was pouring boiling water.

And because of his trembling hand, the hot water accidentally splashed onto his hand.

The scalding hot water made Ruan Qing instinctively flinch, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground.

The cup was made of plastic and didn’t shatter, but it made quite a loud noise.

Ruan Qing’s eyes instantly turned red, and the intensity of his body’s tremors became even more noticeable, now clearly visible.

Even uncontrollable mist welled up in his eyes, his delicate little face turned pale, and he looked extremely pitiful.

As if the boiling water had scalded him.

But in reality, Ruan Qing was afraid. When he dropped the cup, he heard something dragging on the ground.

Approaching him.

In this empty room, that sound was chilling.

Although Ruan Qing didn’t turn around, he knew it must be the body of Yang Tianhao crawling towards him.

Ruan Qing’s brain and cells were screaming at him to escape quickly, but extreme fear had made his body go weak, and he couldn’t even manage to turn around and run.

Even the motion of him trying to run directly made him collapsed to the ground weakly.

If he didn’t do something now, he might really die.

Ruan Qing, enduring his fear, propped himself up and knelt on the ground, reaching out to feel around on the floor.

As if he was looking for the cup that had fallen on the ground.

Ruan Qing tried to calm himself down a bit. A corpse was a corpse, a ghost was a ghost; these should be two different concepts.

A corpse like this should belong to zombies or the undead.

And this kind should be physically attackable.

As long as it could be physically attacked, Ruan Qing was not afraid.

And even if physical attacks wouldn’t work, he had the item ‘Crimson Moon’ to withstand one attack.

He would never die here like this.

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