Scream and Die, Tongue-Pulling Hell

Chris crouched on the floor, clutching his head in both hands, his body trembling slightly.

An old ghost who looked nearly eighty stood before him.

His gray hair was disheveled, and wrinkles covered his face like dried tree bark. He held a barbed whip, lashing Chris again and again.

Crack!

Chris howled under the blows.

The corner of Li Dan's mouth twitched. He couldn't quite tell whether Chris was crying out in pain or...

The old ghost paused with his whip when he saw Li Dan and the others.

"Get lost."

Li Dan uttered the words flatly, and a demon's malevolence instantly engulfed the old ghost.

The old ghost's expression changed drastically. His body shook violently, and he dared not linger, vanishing swiftly into the darkness.

Chris raised his head, looking rather aggrieved with tear tracks on his face.

Li Dan couldn't be bothered with him and turned to continue on. The others exchanged glances, then gave Chris strange looks, clearly still reeling from what they had just witnessed.

When they found Megan next, the sight stunned them all over again.

Megan leaned against a corner, her hair soaking wet and still dripping. Her clothes were somewhat disheveled. Clearly, she had been taking a shower when a monster suddenly appeared and interrupted her.

But before her, a zombie lay stiffly on the floor, both eyeballs burst from their sockets and rolled off to one side.

Black pus and blood oozed from its eye sockets. Its body was rigid, clearly dead beyond any doubt.

Judging by its condition, the zombie had clearly seen something it shouldn't have when it approached Megan.

When they finally found Brian, everyone burst out laughing.

Brian huddled in a corner, every hair on his body standing on end like a cat whose tail had been stepped