Desire

A simple stove made of piled stones, a rough, handmade round table, benches, and various cabinets.

It was just like a human home environment, making Luo Di wonder if he had come to some remote rural area instead of the territory of the evil play.

The light source was a candle lit on the round table.

Besides candles,

Leftovers were also placed on top, not raw food, but meat that had been grilled over a flame or even simply processed, as well as blackened vegetables.

"This is not an illusion like the Navel Port, it is real."

Is the living environment of the Mischievous Ones truly similar to that of humans...? Upon closer reflection, it certainly seems so. The Mischievous Ones' Hell Object is the brain; they must be the race in the True Hell who most enjoys using their brains and was the first to develop advanced intelligence.

The True Hell bears a striking biological resemblance to the Human World.

This kind of the Devil, which focuses on brain development, should also have a similar developmental path to human civilization, rather than being as extreme and biologically primitive as the Spinal Man and the Tumor People.

Luo Di reached out and touched the leftovers. The slight warmth returned to his fingers, making him wary but also a little excited. Perhaps he would soon be able to break out of his mindless state.

"No knife at all? How does this guy cook? Does he just tear the food apart with his hands, or is the knife somewhere else?"

Finding nothing in the stove area, Luo Di could only turn his attention to other parts of the cabin.

There were no separate areas like bedrooms, living rooms, and kitchens; all the areas were connected. Luo Di quickly arrived at the bed on one side of the room, where the bedding, though stained, was neatly folded at the foot of the bed.

In addition, there is a wooden wardrobe here.

Do you have any clothes? Perfect.

As Luo Di crawled out of the pile of corpses, he was completely naked. Although he didn't feel cold, he felt a sense of unease.

Furthermore, some of the items on one's body need to be secured with clothing; otherwise, movement or fighting would affect one's center of gravity, and one could be easily struck in vital areas by the opponent.

Upon opening the wardrobe, a stench of decay assaulted the nostrils.

This smell was not unfamiliar to Luo Di, after all, he was a frequent visitor to the cemetery during high school, and often dug up graves, and his home was often filled with a similar smell.

"The pile of corpses at the end of the road, was it this person who did it? The guys here seem to be some kind of corpse handler?"

Luo Di rummaged through the wardrobe and actually found some clothes he liked.

He wore a relatively clean set of close-fitting cloth clothes underneath, and on the outside he wore a black leather coat stained with a little bit of corpse dirt, which perfectly recreated the style of the serial killer.

"Could it be that the owner of this house left before I arrived, to go into the forest to move other corpses?"

Probably not. These wooden houses are extremely easy to ignite. He has obviously lived here for a long time, and he would definitely extinguish the candles if he went out.

Still here?

Perhaps due to the comfort of the close-fitting clothing, Luo Di's search became more thorough, and he noticed that the sound was somewhat different when he stepped on a certain floorboard.

A quick glance revealed a hidden door leading to the basement.

Luo Di didn't rush to open the door. Instead, he pressed his ear against the surface of the wooden door and tried to listen to what was happening below. He faintly heard some sounds, but they were very faint and far away, and he couldn't tell what they were.

The hidden door was then thoroughly inspected to confirm the smoothness of its hinges and that there were no internal mechanisms.

It starts slowly and makes almost no sound.

As soon as the hidden door was opened, a scent wafted out—the familiar smell of the cemetery, and it was very strong.

Not only that,

As the hidden door opened, the sounds from the basement became clearer, but they were still quite far apart, consisting of a rhythmic series of impacts.

Thump~thump~thump! Continuously.

Luo Di tried to keep his footsteps as low as possible as he descended the stairs, his grip on the arm serving as a weapon, ready to be swung at any moment.

When they arrived at the basement, they still couldn't spot any living people in sight.

The basement is even larger than the wooden cabin above, and it is divided into two areas.

Luo Di is currently in what appears to be an area where scrap materials are piled up, including all sorts of trash, scrap wood, wine barrels, and other items that have been picked up from who-knows-where.

Further inside, there is a separate room, illuminated by candlelight.

The continuous crashing sounds also came from inside.

"They really didn't provide a single weapon, not even a prop that could barely be used as a weapon. The planks here are all rotten wood; they'll break completely at the slightest touch."

It seems that removing one of the corpse's arms beforehand was the right choice.

Moving deeper into the compartment where the firelight was emanating, the sounds of impact grew louder and stranger, as if something had been smashed to pieces.

Arriving at the door,

Luo Di's body was almost pressed against the cold exterior wall.

He quietly peeked into the room through his black-and-white vision, and the strange sight made Luo Di involuntarily clench the "severed limb" in his hand.

A candle hangs from the top.

A muddy shovel was carelessly tossed on the ground.

The tool rack leaned against the wall, and it held many tools related to the excavation of corpses.

A man wearing only a coarse cloth shirt and underwear was facing away from the doorway, repeatedly banging his head against the wall. Judging from the sound, the wall had clearly been shattered.

You can see blood mixed with some kind of substance flowing down the wall; it's not red, but a black liquid mixed with white spots.

Not only that,

This cubicle, resembling a "tool room," also had the same short phrases written in blood on the walls:

When will this end?

Just as Luo Di was about to further examine the items on the tool rack that could be used as weapons... Thump! The sound of hitting the wall suddenly stopped.

The owner of the wooden house suddenly turned his head and looked at the doorway of the cubicle.

Although he saw nothing, he quickly picked up the shovel from the ground, suddenly accelerated, and rushed out with Plant Zombie* and uncoordinated movement.

But there was still nothing outside; the dark basement remained unchanged, as if it were just his imagination.

But... whoosh~

Sniffing with nostrils.

His nose seemed remarkably sensitive, especially to the corpses he dealt with daily. He immediately detected a stench that didn't belong in the basement, and was certain that the person had just been standing at the door.

"The body... the body..."

He kept muttering the word as he began searching the basement. Meanwhile, fluid mixed with brain matter dripped continuously from the ruptured area of his skull.

When he searched the area where the debris was piled up, he found that the area where the wine barrels were piled up had been covered with thatch at some point, and there was a faint smell of corpses wafting out from it.

"The corpse..."

He suddenly accelerated forward again, simultaneously swinging the shovel in his hand.

Boom!

The force was so great that it shattered all the piled-up empty barrels, and also seemed to break some kind of bone.

bend down,

Lift the thatch.

There was no corpse among the shattered barrels; only a corpse's arm had been smashed.

Just then.

A figure swiftly attacked from behind him, scattering silver light.

Decapitation!

Swish! A rusty, long-unused knife slashed into the neck about halfway down, but failed to sever the cervical vertebrae.

"Is this body... so weak?"

Luo Di quickly pulled out a rusty knife he had found on the tool rack, retreated rapidly, and created distance. He thought he could kill with one blow, but he only managed to cut the neck halfway open.

So weak, I'm not used to it at all.

Before our eyes,

The owner of the wooden house, whose neck had been cut in half, had turned around. No blood was flowing from the wound on his neck, as if he himself had been assimilated during the exhumation process and become something related to the corpse.

Or perhaps he was originally transformed from a corpse.

The owner of this cabin has a profile that closely resembles that of someone associated with the cemetery.

His eyes were replaced by a kind of graveyard moss, densely filling his eye sockets, with earthworms crawling in and out of them.

The skull had been completely shattered during the previous impact with the wall, and the pale, almost lifeless brain inside was clearly visible.

Even if the brain appears completely inactive, or even has a moldy feel to it.

But the moment Luo Di saw the brain...

That intense urge returned.

An overwhelming desire to possess it spread wildly within me, like countless earthworms burrowing in and out of every pore of my skin, an irresistible urge.

Just as his attention was drawn to his brain, a heavy shovel came crashing down on him.