"HAHAHAHA!"
"Good, good, good!"
"Good death!!!"
From the only exit of the Haunted House, a figure shaped like an old dog rushed out through the white mist, screaming wildly.
His body was clearly staggering, and he crawled across the ground on all fours, yet he moved incomparably fast, wading through blood as he tore through the fog.
His shrill cries were filled with manic madness and abnormal exhilaration, carrying far, far away.
Wang Da Chui, dead against the checkpoint gate, had his head hanging low as blood dripped steadily down.
But suddenly, his massive body trembled. His joints let out cracking noises, the bones in his neck protruded, and he abruptly threw back his head.
His left eye was sunken and wretched, while his right eye was pitch-black and bottomless.
A school uniform drifted down from the air. The right-eye pupil had changed vessels, and Wang Da Chui's corpse had become its new host.
But just as it raised its head, a shriveled figure suddenly shot out from the boundless white mist.
He looked as though he might shatter at any moment. He was covered in blood, his Daoist robe had long been ripped apart, and half his face was even missing.
Like his broken forearm, the Bone Spike piercing through his skin, and the fragments of shattered bone clinging to it, all were signs that this man was on the verge of death.
Yet the closer a person was to death, the more unprecedented madness they could unleash.
The tattered Daoist robe fluttered to the ground, covering the school uniform that had just fallen. With half his face ruined and a terrifying grin on his lips, the man lunged forward.
The Bone Spike on his broken left forearm shot out at a speed too fast to react to, viciously