Twisted Hell

That strange white oval object was a woman's face!

It was pressed against the floor of the Third Floor, wearing a bizarre smile as it flashed past at extreme speed, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Thinking about it carefully, her posture in the darkness was incredibly strange.

When humans walk normally, how could their heads be pressed against the ground? The reason this effect was achieved was because the woman was lying completely flat on the ground.

So the question arises, if she was lying on the ground, how could she move so fast? Was this woman a Crab, able to scuttle sideways at high speed?

The woman giggling upstairs was undoubtedly a ghost, and a particularly bizarre one at that. Gao Tian immediately ordered all his Henchmen to retreat. It wasn't just out of concern for their safety. If these cannon fodder were all killed on the Stairs, the woman upstairs would kill him first after she came down.

The middle-aged man had seen his fair share of storms. Hearing Gao Tian's furious roar from downstairs, he sensed something was wrong. While retreating, he drew his gun and fired continuously at a strange silhouette wriggling towards him from the void.

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At the same time, the woman's face, emitting a giggling sound from the Third Floor, finally emerged completely--

A pale white neck as long as a Python's supported a thin Pancake Face, extending directly from the direction of the Third Floor, grinning eerily at Gao Tian and the people on the Stairs below.

Her neck was not only fair and slender but also extremely flexible, twisting and turning like a Boneless Snake as if determining its target. A distorted smile was perpetually plastered on her plain face.

The Henchmen were utterly shocked by the sight. How could a normal person's neck stretch to such an extent? The body connecting the neck and face remained in the darkness of the Third Floor, its true form not revealed. Shou Hou and the others who went up first had likely already met their end silently in the darkness.

The three people on the Stairs continued to fire while retreating towards the Second Floor.

Countless bullets whistled into the woman's suspended face, splashing blood. Yet, the woman's face maintained a faint, world-weary expression. Wounds swallowed bullets and casings, healing at extreme speed, seemingly unaffected.

In their shock, the group quickly ran out of ammunition. When they pulled the triggers again, they heard only the powerless click of empty chambers.

The middle-aged man's hands were trembling violently. Fumbling, he took out a new magazine from his person, but he couldn't load it into his pistol after several attempts due to his severe trembling.

Bang, bang, bang.

From the direction of the Third Floor, two irregular circular objects tumbled down, bouncing erratically, leaving long bloodstains on the Stairs.

They were the heads of Shou Hou and San Hu. The cuts at their necks were clean, and their faces wore expressions of caution and vigilance, as if they hadn't realized they were dead.

Gray Wolf and the others below, hearing the gunshots from the Second Floor, quickly rushed to provide support. Upon seeing the unnaturally long neck extending from the Third Floor, and the mournful woman's face at its end, they too were utterly shocked.

Strangely, the woman's face stopped midway between the Third and Second Floors, quietly smiling at the crowd below, showing no intention of attacking them for the moment.

"Bullets, bullets have almost no effect on this thing."

The middle-aged man stood amidst a pile of shell casings, gritting his teeth, his voice hoarse as he warned the approaching Gray Wolf and Crocodile.

Gao Tian also wondered why the woman on the Third Floor hadn't killed them yet. Did this woman have some killing pattern they hadn't triggered?

Was it only when they entered the Third Floor's range that the woman would attack?

Just then, his mobile phone in his pocket consecutively received several message alerts, all from the Jialan Society Chat Group, conversations between ghost users. Unfortunately, at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the woman's face peeking out between the third and second floors, and Gao Tian had no time to open his phone to check the messages.

[Living Person Apartment]:

Something's happened, my old home has been invaded.

[Ghost Infant]:

WTF?

What a coincidence, could it just be some kids passing by or homeless people who accidentally stumbled in?

[Living Person Apartment]:

No, my urn was placed on the third floor. These people are armed with guns, they're clearly after the urn.

[Ghost Cave]:

@Living Person Apartment Are they ghost hunters from another province? How did they find the address of your old home?

Do you want me to go over? I can move freely for now. But it will take three hours to reach Hengzhou.

[Living Person Apartment]:

@Ghost Cave No need to worry for now.

When I left my old home, I had a premonition that something would happen there. I left a ghost behind on the third floor.

What's more, I even cut off a part of my ghost domain and left it guarding my old home.

Anyone who enters, even a top ghost hunter, will definitely be trapped within the ghost domain and ultimately killed by the ghost.

No one will be able to take my urn alive.

Gao Tian, still in the old house, although he hadn't seen the conversation in the chat group, he wasn't an idiot. He naturally knew that the dirty thing on the third floor was definitely left behind by Xu Yuan. Currently, it was raising a ghost to kill all the ghost hunters who came looking for treasure.

Seeing that the woman hanging down from the third floor showed no intention of attacking, and after a moment of stalemate, Gao Tian began to slowly retreat, moving towards the stairs on the first floor, trying to leave without provoking her as much as possible.

The few henchmen, while aiming their guns at the hanging white face, also scrambled to retreat. At this point, forget fifty thousand, even five hundred thousand or five million wouldn't motivate them to stay. What good was so much money if they lost their lives?

The woman watched them leave, merely swaying slightly in the air. She let out a continuous cackling laugh.

Suddenly, she stopped laughing, opened a pair of blood-red lips, revealing a dark, toothless mouth inside, and began to speak:

"Li Santian...

"Li Santian.

"Li Santian!"

The voice sounded extremely awkward, like a machine deliberately imitating human speech patterns.

Who was Li Santian?

Could it be that the woman Xu Yuan kept at his old home was named Li Santian in life?

Gao Tian searched Zhao Qiang's memories and suddenly recalled that Li Santian was the real name of the henchman nicknamed Crocodile. Crocodile's real name was Li Santian.

At this moment, like everyone else, he was cautiously retreating from the second floor. Why was the woman calling his name?

After being called three times, Crocodile, realizing something was wrong, roared and raised his pistol, randomly pulling the trigger. With a crack, his head suddenly lost interest in his neck and split apart in four directions, like a sliced watermelon, separating from his body.

Crocodile instantly became a headless corpse, his body falling to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, several henchmen let out heart-wrenching cries. They lost their last shred of reason and madly turned to flee downstairs. At this point, no one could stop their escape.

Gao Tian also rushed to the first floor. He immediately understood something: one of the ghost's killing patterns was that as soon as she called someone's name three times, they would instantly die.

What's more, the woman could automatically know anyone's name just by looking at them. This killing pattern was quite unsolvable. If she set her sights on anyone, that person would have no way to escape.

As they rushed into the first-floor hall, the woman's indistinct voice echoed from upstairs, seemingly calling someone else's name. He wondered who the next victim would be.

The main door leading outside on the first floor was still open. However, Gao Tian, upon reaching it, forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and didn't rush to leave the White House.

Because the scenery outside the White House was wrong.

The sky, which had been dark with a hint of dead fish white, had inexplicably turned blood red. The clouds seemed alive, slowly writhing along the horizon. The sun and moon had become two blood-red hooks hanging above everyone's heads.

Under the backdrop of the blood-red sky, the weeds and old furniture in the yard also turned blood red. They no longer looked like things used by living people, but rather like the sea of blood and the Bridge of Helplessness that the dead crossed into the underworld.

Was this even Earth anymore? Where had Gao Tian and the others ended up?

"Don't go out! Didn't you notice how strange the scene outside is!"

Although Gao Tian felt a silhouette chasing after him from the third floor, he instinctively felt that the "world" outside the White House was even more dangerous.

Hearing their leader "Zhao Qiang's" command, Gray Wolf, who was only one step away from the threshold, stopped. At the same time, the woman on the third floor finished calling another name three times. The middle-aged man next to Gray Wolf split in half from the middle before he could utter a single dying word. Blood splattered all over everyone.

This time, even their leader "Zhao Qiang's" words were useless. Gray Wolf's mind was filled only with the desire to survive, and he rushed out the door without a second word.

The moment he entered the "bloody world" outside, Gray Wolf's sturdy one-meter-eight body seemed to have a layer of skin peeled off, revealing colorful nerve systems and bright red flesh. Soon, these were also slowly dissolved by strong acid. A complete skeleton emerged from his body inch by inch. He finally turned his white skull, trying to escape back into the house. But his entire body disintegrated with a boom, leaving only a pile of foul-smelling remains.

A perfectly fine person was just dismantled alive like that.

At this moment, the group's urgent desire to escape the White House was forcibly calmed.

The outside had also become a distorted world. As long as they took half a step out of the White House, they would be instantly melted.

The inside of the White House was also unsafe, because the slender neck supporting the woman's face on the third floor slowly lowered, passing through the second floor from the third floor and hovering towards the first floor. It was obvious that the ghost Xu Yuan kept would not let the intruders go so easily. It was coming for them.

This was terrible. Leaving the house meant death; staying in the White House meant even more certain death. For a moment, Gao Tian was trapped in a desperate situation, caught between a rock and a hard place. No matter which choice he made, it meant death.