Corridor Twin Terrors

The bloodstained rope of the red-clothed woman was the weapon that killed her. It possessed an evil power of its own. As long as Wu Xian looked up, the rope would automatically loop around his neck, trapping him just like it trapped her.

But when Wu Xian didn't look up, the rope was around her neck, and it was much stronger than an ordinary rope.

And so...

The red-clothed woman was caught off guard. Her cervical vertebrae snapped instantly, and her body thrashed like a fat catfish being reeled in. Only then did she remember that she could also actively control the rope, and quickly untied it, letting it fall to the ground.

"I want... cough cough, to eat you for the rest of my..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Xian rolled away, putting some distance between them. He hooked his thumb over his middle finger and flicked it at her.

True Fire Incantation!

The red-clothed woman was busy trying to right her head, her tongue retracting bit by bit. Before the last segment of her tongue had even disappeared into her mouth, a bright flame shot into her gaping maw.

On the billboard of the opposite building, a male corpse with an empty abdomen was hanging. The male corpse sensed Wu Xian's gaze, raised its head, stuck out its tongue, licked its yellowed, carious teeth, and twitched incessantly at Wu Xian.

A large hand pried open her mouth and forcibly inserted something shaped like a funnel. A warm substance with a distinct granular texture was poured into her mouth through the funnel.

The flames gradually burned out.

Because the woman in front of him was completely different from the one he had seen through the cat eye.

Lu Yuzhu joyfully opened the door, welcoming a partner who could share hardships with her.

Her voice abruptly cut off.

"Ah, that was truly a nightmare. It's good that I woke up."

Wu Xian covered his ears and stood up from the ground, a grin spreading across his face.

Wu Xian got out of bed and peeked through the gap in the curtains, observing the scenery outside.

Around three in the morning, he heard heavy footsteps in the corridor. The footsteps stopped outside a certain room, followed by a loud bang and a pained whimper.

Dawn was just breaking, the sun only showing its head.

The door to room 405 opened.

If the things in the Blessed Land were only at this level, Wu Xian's detective partners wouldn't have all perished here. It was likely that this long-tongued hanged woman was just a low-level mob in the Blessed Land.

As soon as Yu Yinghua finished speaking, she collapsed onto the ground, wriggling like a lizard as she crawled out of the corridor. Her contorted limbs indicated she was no longer human, and where she crawled, she left trails of gray, muddy water...

There was a constant rustling sound outside the door. The door was knocked on every few minutes, and a woman's voice would ask questions with various excuses, but Wu Xian ignored them all.

"There really are ghosts and monsters in this Blessed Land, but... is she too weak?"

Leaving behind a stick of dark red incense, Wu Xian picked it up. Without checking it, he pressed his ear to the door, listening to the sounds outside.

The one knocking was a middle-aged woman in a black and white floral dress. The woman looked terrified, and her forehead seemed to have been struck by something, causing fresh blood to stream down her face.

"Please, save me, I am..."

But after entering the Blessed Land, although it was more dangerous, he felt a sense of peace. The urgent obsession was gone, and he no longer felt the need to mistreat himself.

But, she was alive!

So Lu Yuzhu, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, opened the door: "Quick, come in, I can't stand being alone anymore..."

During his sleep, it wasn't always peaceful.

She seemed to soar through the air, passing through clouds. The sunlight shone on her, making her feel warm, and her body and mind became tranquil. She blinked her eyelids.

Like Wu Xian, she had witnessed brutal massacres, but her heart was not as strong. Fear had broken through her defenses, and she desperately needed someone to help her share the fear.

Blinding flames ignited from within the red-clothed woman, burning from the outside in, consuming her completely. The flames were yellow and not very hot, and they did not ignite anything other than her.

He once had an inexplicable obsession with the Fudi Case. For it, he neglected sleep and meals, working day and night. His quality of life was considered too low even by the slave owners of the South American Manor.

A look of terror instantly appeared on the exquisitely dead face.

Understanding the abilities and behavioral patterns of these two creatures would be key to surviving in the Blessed Land.

"Let go of me! No, help, sob, sob sob..."

Wu Xian didn't think these two creatures could be dealt with by a single True Fire Incantation like that hanged woman.

"For a lifetime, a lifetime..."

Lu Yuzhu's face turned ashen. With a numb expression, she closed the door, returned to her bed, and lay down, pulling the covers over herself. She occasionally giggled foolishly before falling into a deep sleep.

She had been so terrified that she had lost the ability to cope with reality.

Lu Yuzhu struggled desperately, but her limbs were fixed. Only her head could move. In front of the green giant hand, she was as powerless as a chick. Her throat involuntarily swallowed, and a liquid with a muddy taste burned her mouth and esophagus.

He had been in a light sleep for most of the night. He had already witnessed the dangers of the Blessed Land, and sleeping at this time was risky. But it was better than pushing himself to the limit and falling asleep when he shouldn't.

After an unknown amount of time, the dreaming Lu Yuzhu felt a warmth.

Wu Xian felt a chill and touched his mouth, thinking he should brush his teeth.

The morning light was not fresh, but rather hazy. The entire city seemed to be shrouded in gray dust. There were no pedestrians on the road, and broken-down vehicles were scattered haphazardly on the streets. Dry bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the ground and walls.

Yu Yinghua stood by the door, dripping wet and covered in dark gray, semi-dry cement. Her face was a mixture of blood and muddy water, and her eyes were swollen and lifeless. With a mouth full of mud, she gave Lu Yuzhu a chilling smile.

One was a woman named Yu Yinghua, who would appear no later than midnight, constantly prowling the corridor, trying every way to sniff out the trace of living people.

"Miss, you are truly a good person. Good people will be rewarded."

She writhed and struggled in the flames, letting out silent wails. Though there was no sound, Wu Xian felt his eardrums ache.

She opened her eyes in delight and saw a large, cyan hand.

Creak.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "This woman's abnormality is very obvious. I hope no fools open the door for her..."

Clearly, there were two monsters in the midnight corridor.

The woman was still knocking, trying to trick other residents on this floor into opening the door for her. This meant that the brief fight just now had not caused any complications.

The other was a big fellow. Its footsteps were heavy and its movements obvious. It appeared at three in the morning. Last night, it had forcibly opened a certain door and killed the resident inside.

So, that warm feeling came from the cement burning her skin!

A line of tears flowed from the corner of her eyes, mixing with the cement and disappearing.

As he was thinking, Wu Xian's expression suddenly changed.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was knocked on again, but this time it sounded different from the midnight knock!