Luo Feng's Nightmare

"He's dead, they're all dead. Father, all nineteen of them, they're all dead!"

Outside Redwood Ridge, Luo Sheng entered the cold, desolate cave. He first sealed the entrance completely, then walked over to the bonfire and spoke to his father, Luo Feng, who had collapsed on the ground. His voice was filled with panic and fear.

Luo Feng, who appeared spirited and confident to outsiders, had his left arm severed at this moment. Blood was continuously flowing from the wound, and his breathing had become extremely weak.

Upon hearing his youngest son Luo Sheng's words, a hint of panic appeared on Luo Feng's pale face. But he still endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't panic. We're not far from the camp. That Oddity won't find us and will leave soon."

Luo Feng could never have imagined that after years of smooth sailing, he would face such a massive upheaval tonight.

What was supposed to be an ordinary hunt turned into a nightmare when they encountered a Grotesque.

The Grotesque kept replacing members of the Hunting Team, taking on their most familiar appearances to launch surprise attacks and defeat them one by one.

In less than half a night, out of the twenty members of the Hunting Team, everyone was wiped out except for his youngest son, Luo Sheng.

He himself was ambushed by a Grotesque disguised as a member of the Hunting Team, resulting in his left arm being severed and several cuts on his body.

It wasn't just him; his youngest son Luo Sheng had also been ambushed and injured on his right arm just now.

Luo Feng subconsciously wanted to check on his son's injuries and turned to look at his right arm.

But as he looked, his pupils constricted, and his expression instantly froze.

The right arm that his youngest son had just been attacked and injured in front of him was now completely healed. There wasn't even a single scratch or mark on it.

Luo Feng realized what was happening. He closed his eyes, his face immediately filled with grief.

Luo Sheng, who was squatting in front of him, clearly noticed his gaze. Seeing the pain flash across his face, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his expression instantly turned incredibly sinister.

"So you found me out. All twenty-one of you gave me quite a bit of trouble. You two almost got away!"

Luo Feng opened his eyes, the pain on his face gradually transforming into fear.

The other's voice sounded like wood shavings rubbing together, hoarse, harsh, and strange. It was nothing like his youngest son, Luo Sheng.

"Luo Sheng" took out a small knife from his embrace, aimed the blade at the position of Luo Feng's severed arm, and slowly inserted it. Watching the blood gush out faster as the wound widened, its smile became increasingly twisted and sinister.

Intense pain shot through Luo Feng's nerves to his brain. He was no longer the spirited man he once was, only able to let out helpless roars and wails. Despite the pain, he couldn't resist at all.

Watching his flesh being sliced off his arm piece by piece, the stark white bone visible on his shoulder and chest, his mind began to crumble. The only thing left in his pupils was the desire to survive.

"Spare... spare... hic... spare... me..."

"I... don't... want... to die, please... you, spare... my life..."

His piercing wails seemed to give "Luo Sheng" even greater stimulation.

It began to stab faster and faster, completely ignoring Luo Feng's pleas.

Under the intense pain and fear, Luo Feng's mental defenses were finally completely shattered:

"I... I can... help you... do things, bring people for you to kill."

The knife stopped!

"Luo Sheng's" expression suddenly became vacant.

Then, an old man in black emerged from the shadows of the cave.

The old man held a ball of white thread in his left hand. He walked up to Luo Feng, then took the small knife from "Luo Sheng's" hand.

He then produced a half-meter-long piece of wood from somewhere. Using the small knife, he carved and etched a few strokes on the wood, instantly sculpting a lifelike arm.

The old man used the ball of white thread to sew the arm onto Luo Feng. He then gently scraped it, and the arm instantly changed color, blending perfectly with Luo Feng's body, as if... as if it had never been severed.

"Get up. Your body is fine now. In ten days, you must bring one hundred people here. Consider it payment for your life. Take your son back with you. I will monitor you through him, so don't try any tricks!"

Although his life was spared, the price the old man demanded didn't bring even a hint of joy to Luo Feng's face. He just numbly knelt on the ground and nodded.

The old man left, and Luo Feng also left the cave.

Accompanying him was his son Luo Sheng, whose expression was vacant, no longer appearing fully human.

Luo Feng, forcing himself to maintain his near-broken spirit, led "Luo Sheng" back towards the camp. However, he didn't dare to return directly to the camp and could only circle around the outskirts.

It wasn't until he saw his eldest son, Luo Ming, leading a group out to search for them.

Without any hesitation, he suddenly attacked, smashing the "Luo Sheng" beside him into pieces with a single punch. Then, he decisively tore off his own wooden arm.

It was true that Luo Feng was greedy for life and afraid of death, but asking him to use the lives of ordinary people from his own camp to secure his own survival was something he absolutely could not do.

Moreover, once this sort of thing started, it would be an endless abyss.

From then on, whenever the Grotesque targeted him, he would have to send people over. If this continued, no human would be able to survive in the entire Rogue Camp, nor in the surrounding Redwood Ridge.

From the moment he began to play coy with the Grotesque, Luo Feng had already made up his mind.

However, even knowing his youngest son was controlled by the Grotesque, when he personally smashed his son's body into pieces, the immense grief, combined with the mental pressure from being tormented by the Grotesque, caused Luo Feng to break down.

After giving a few instructions to his eldest son Luo Ming, he fell into a semi-insane state.

He often felt that the Grotesque was waiting for him outside the camp, or had even infiltrated the Rogue Camp, ready to slice away all his flesh and blood at any moment.

He also frequently saw his youngest son, whom he had shattered with his own hands, crawling out from underground and crying, asking him why he killed him.

Under intense fear and guilt, Luo Feng's mind remained in a state of perpetual tension for years.

For many years, no matter what he ate, drank, or did, he hid in his small wooden cabin, never taking a single step outside, and never interacting with anyone.

In the small wooden house, Luo Feng, his hair now gray, lay on the bed. His right hand dangled over the side, and he slept peacefully with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a bloody hand shot out from under the bed and grabbed his right hand.

Luo Feng's eyes snapped open. He turned his head to look by the bedside and was instantly petrified.

At the edge of the bed, Luo Sheng's half-bloody head emerged, staring at him with a ferocious expression, his face filled with hatred and malice:

"Father, Father, why did you kill me? Look at me, I can't even find a piece of good flesh. Help me piece my body back together, Father..."

"Ah!!!"

Luo Feng let out a scream and sat bolt upright in bed. He looked around, even checking under the bed, confirming that it was just like before, only a dream. The terror in his pupils gradually faded, returning to its previous vacant state.

"It's a dream, hehehe, it's a dream, hehehehe..."

It's hard for a normal person to understand the thought process of someone who has lost their mind.

Luo Feng sat on the bed for a long while. After his emotions had completely settled, he began to laugh again, a silly, childish laugh.

Then, as he laughed, he started pointing at the wall and muttering softly:

"I won't let you find me. The wooden parts on me are all gone now, hehe."

"You can't find me, you just can't find me."

"Hahahaha, I won't hand anyone over to you, come and find me..."

However, two low voices, tinged with a hint of joy, suddenly sounded in the room, interrupting Luo Feng's muttering.

"Can't find me?"

"You owe me the money for my life all these years, it's time to pay it back!"

Hearing these voices, Luo Feng, sitting on the bed, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

These chapters are not about leaving the protagonist; everything serves the protagonist and the camp. The initial period of the new book cannot be spread too thin. Due to my own limitations, please be a little more patient. Thank you. The current readership is steadily increasing. Thank you, esteemed readers. I still ask for all your support. The second round is about to begin.