A raindrop, carrying dust, fell silently through the shattered roof and landed squarely in Su Chenghe's right eye.
The sting and sourness made him lose track of his target for a moment, and he instinctively shut his eyes.
Through the blur, he saw countless bizarre crawling insects scuttling and darting through the darkness, some seeming as though they were about to burrow into his eyes.
"Kill me..."
After his eyelids blinked forcefully several times and squeezed out that filthy raindrop, Su Chenghe first heard a dry, hoarse voice, then saw rows upon rows of two- and three-character names.
The scarecrow that had long since been sliced apart by the Bone-Chilling Dagger, along with its broken supporting stake, had somehow returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
The densely packed names upon it were darting about at more than twice their previous speed.
And the head he had already flayed and carved apart had somehow reappeared intact atop the stake, pressing down on that strange bundle of straw.
"Su Chenghe, you think you're worthy?!"
Gu Qingyun's eyes were webbed with bloodshot veins, his eyeballs bulging out like eggs. From gritting his teeth too hard, his lower jaw had crushed six or seven of them.
He spoke with exceptional force, spraying shattered teeth and saliva along with his words.
The scene was deeply jarring, as though Su Chenghe were the true culprit dragging everyone into hell, while Gu Qingyun was the indignant victim.
Su Chenghe stared fixedly at Gu Qingyun's newly regrown head, while he himself held a grotesque head that had long been mangled beyond recognition, its surface riddled with pits.
"Manager Su, why waste words on him? I don't believe his head can't be torn apart and ripped to pieces!"
The second person to rush into the factory