Room 808, I guessed the moment you woke up

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The bald, obese man gazed on in infatuation.

On the bed lay an unconscious girl, her school skirt pulled down to her knees.

Her slender, snow-white calves looked alluring under the candlelight. The purity unique to a young girl took on a strangely beautiful quality in this scene, tormenting the heart.

"Ha—ha—"

Swallowing his saliva, Wang Jianguo breathed heavily through his throat like a beast.

Desire. Greed.

He impatiently stripped off his pants and then pounced on her like an obese dead fish.

"Creak."

"Who!?"

He suddenly turned around.

Wang Jianguo reluctantly rose from the smooth body. He had not yet had the chance to enjoy the "delicacy."

Damn it, which idiot had to disturb me at a time like this?

He stared warily toward the door, but could not see anything.

The hotel corridor, its power out, was pitch-black.

Was it the wind?

He could not help shrinking his neck. A chill raised goosebumps all over his body.

To move into the room, they had removed the door lock and used an Iron Rod as a door bolt.

"I told you ages ago to fix the door! You're wasting my time!"

Cursing and grumbling, he climbed barefoot out of bed, shivering as he tried to shut the door tightly.

In front of the door, he wrapped both arms around his fat body and tried to peek behind it.

"Fuck! Why is the weather so cold!?"

The candlelight suddenly went out.

His heart jolted.

In the darkness, a face suddenly squeezed through the crack in the door and pressed itself tightly against his.

Eye to eye, nose to nose.

The broken face felt icy cold, as if it could freeze his soul.

The dead-white eyes were filled with hatred. The woman's pale, withered lips split open all the way to her forehead and swallowed his body.

"Ah!"

The scream caught in his throat, leaving only its sharp first half.

Chewing and swallowing.

The candlelight flared back to life, wavering. Only half a shadow remained on the wall.

On the second floor of the hotel, six people lay sprawled across the cramped room.

Six men stood inside. Two of them stood before an unconscious woman, panting heavily as they prepared to continue.

The tattooed man held a mallet and stood before Second Uncle's corpse.

His aged face had its eyes wide open, a hole hammered into the center of his forehead. His eyes remained staring in death.

"Fuck, this Old Man didn't even drink a mouthful of water!"

"If I hadn't reacted quickly and killed him, that bastard would've gotten the drop on me!"

The others chuckled after hearing this, then turned to drag the other bodies around as if they were garbage.

"What was that sound!?"

Yu Shihao raised his head in confusion and looked toward the ceiling, stopping as he dragged Lin An.

He glanced at the two men still working hard, looking somewhat displeased.

"Stop already. Never seen a woman before?"

"Who was screaming just now?"

"Who cares who it was? Hurry up and finish so you can sleep with your beauty. I still want to have some fun after you're done."

The tattooed man who had brought water during the day impatiently urged him on, casually tossing his still-burning cigarette butt onto Lin An.

He had just killed an old man and was still panicking, but to maintain his image, he put on an unconcerned expression.

He crouched down and pressed the cigarette butt against Lin An, extinguishing it.

"I thought this kid was too damn cocky the first time I saw him. I've wanted to kill him for ages."

His train of thought was interrupted.

Yu Shihao cast a contemptuous glance at the tattooed thug in front of him but said nothing.

On the first day, when Lin An cleared out the zombies, he had seen this man trembling in fear at the sight of the Zombie corpses.

Afterward, the man had begged Lin An all the way to take him as a subordinate, practically wanting to offer up his own girlfriend as well.

A blusterer with no courage. He only dared to talk like this now.

The tattooed man failed to notice the contempt in his eyes. He only looked at Lin An on the floor with malicious delight.

"Who told you to look down on me back then? Aren't you just like a dead dog now, unable to move!?"

"Heh heh, I'd really like to sleep with Wen Ya right in front of you, you useless piece of trash."

He shouted as he stuck out a foot and kicked twice, only to feel a burst of pain in his foot.

"This Awakened One's body is so hard? Heh, I'd like to see whether I can cut off his head with a knife later."

Seeing that Yu Shihao still refused to respond, the tattooed man lost interest. He walked over and crouched down in front of Wen Ya, unable to resist reaching out to touch her a few times.

Watching his two companions working nearby made him itch with anticipation.

What an icy beauty. She's so alluring even while asleep.

That guy Yu is still dragging people away. Should I have some fun first too?

He glanced back at Yu Shihao, who was dragging Lin An away, then secretly undid his belt.

Those little lips look like they'd feel incredible!

"Hey, you said she was mine first!"

"What the hell do you mean?"

Yu Shihao's furious voice rang out behind him as he glared angrily.

"I haven't even done anything to her."

"What does it have to do with you..."

"Hm?"

The tattooed man's eyes suddenly lit up. He took three steps in two and reached Lin An.

"What's that on his hand? Why is it glowing!?"

Yu Shihao's heart jolted.

Damn it, the black cloth I wrapped around Lin An's hand beforehand fell off!

The blood-red patterns on the Soul-Devouring Hand flashed and vanished, chilling the soul.

Good stuff!

Acting on instinct, the tattooed man reached out to snatch the Glove on Lin An's right hand.

"Don't touch it!"

"Buzz."

What is this!?

Fear appeared on the tattooed man's face. He felt a terrifying suction force coming from the Glove.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

As his life drained away, he opened his mouth and wailed, as if even his brain matter were being pulled out.

In an instant, his still-powerful body shriveled until he was nothing but skin and bones, like a Dried Corpse.

The change came abruptly.

Yu Shihao stared at the scene in shock. His entire body turned cold as a chill shot from his spine to the top of his head.

"Gulp."

The other yellow-haired man before Wen Ya swallowed nervously. He had intended to take advantage of the argument between the tattooed man and Yu Shihao to secretly have some fun first.

The other two men hurriedly pulled on their pants and looked over together.

They trembled all over, as if they were witnessing something unimaginable.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired man pointed at Lin An with a shaking finger and said, "H-He... his eyelids moved! It looks like he's awake!"

"Shhk."

Flesh was pierced through.

Lin An, who had been lying on the floor, crossed the distance between the two men like a phantom and appeared before him in an instant.

What was that sound?

The yellow-haired man instinctively looked down at his chest. An arm as white as jade had pierced straight through his torso.

"Congratulations. You got it right."

His voice was calm.

Lin An smiled gently as his sunken cheeks rapidly filled out.

"Bang."

He pulled out his arm, then crushed the yellow-haired man's head as easily as popping a balloon.

The horrific scene before them surpassed everyone's limits.

"Ahhhhh!"

The two helpers who had not even finished pulling up their pants finally came to their senses. They screamed and trembled as they watched Lin An slowly approach.

The two backed away and begged for mercy.

"Brother Lin, I was wrong."

"Please don't kill me... please..."

Lin An looked at the woman lying at their feet. Her lower body had already been stripped bare, and she was unconscious, her body filthy from the two men's brutal abuse.

He remembered her. She was one of the older women in Zhang Tie's group.

"Wrong?"

Lin An chuckled and tore off the man's arm with speed beyond an ordinary person's reaction.

"Ahhhhh! My hand!"

Weeping and howling, the man writhed on the floor in agony, staring in despair at the arm thrown aside.

"Enjoy yourself."

Lin An's face was cold as he lifted the man whose arm had been torn off alive with one hand.

"Rip."

Like tearing apart a sheet of paper.

"This time, your leg."

"This time, your left hand."

Horrific and savage. Yu Shihao and the others felt as if they had been plunged into an ice cave.

They recalled the fear they had felt the first time they saw Lin An, when he killed a Licker with a single slash.

"Brother Lin, please don't kill me! I'm begging you!"

"I was just possessed by the devil for a moment! I didn't touch your people!"

The other man knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing as tears and mucus streamed down his face.

He could neither resist nor dare to resist.

At that moment, he only hated himself for failing to control his lower body and for getting involved.

The sight of his companion having all four limbs torn off had nearly shattered his mind.

Why? Why did I provoke the devil before me?

He had no time to think.

Lin An gently lifted his head. Two fingers clamped onto his chin like iron pincers.

Unlike the smile on his face, his heart seemed to burn with rage.

He had recovered consciousness two days ago, but with his Mental Strength exhausted, he had been unable to wake up completely.

"Look at me."

"You piece of trash!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

His fingers slowly tightened. The sound of bones deforming made one's teeth ache.

In just a few seconds, after the man's wails vanished into his throat, Lin An had crushed his face into a lump.

At the farthest end, Yu Shihao did not dare move at all. Although Lin An had never looked at him, he could feel an intermittent Killing Intent already locked onto him.

His heart was filled with shock.

Why... why did he suddenly wake up!?

Blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers. Lin An casually shook his hand, then walked toward where the tattooed man had collapsed.

The tattooed man crawled backward in terror, using both his hands and feet.

Unfortunately, his strength had been drained. He could only wriggle across the floor like a maggot.

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

His foot came down. The tattooed man's knee, dry as a corpse's, shattered instantly.

"N-No... I didn't, big brother!"

The tattooed man's voice was hoarse. After the Glove had drained his Mental Strength, he was like an old man on the verge of death.

"No? Didn't you want to chain me and Zhang Tie up with a dog leash?"

"Didn't you want to cut off my head?"

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Lin An instantly tore off his other leg.

"Ahhh!"

The tattooed man only had time to let out a miserable scream before passing out from the pain.

Lin An smiled cruelly. Did he think he could pass out in front of him?

He grabbed the top of the tattooed man's head with one hand and drove his Mental Strength into the man's brain like a needle.

"Ah!"

The tattooed man was jolted awake by the intense pain. Looking at Lin An before him, despair filled his eyes.

"Brother Lin, I'm worse than a swine or a dog! I'm a pile of shit! Please, just let me go!"

"Let you go? Go ask Second Uncle if he's willing to let you off."

Lin An twisted his head around and forced him to face Second Uncle's corpse. Man and corpse stared into each other's eyes.

"Ah—!!"

Regret and fear overwhelmed him, and the stench of urine spread from beneath him.

If he could kill himself, he would rather do that than endure this torture any longer.

Lin An ignored him completely, crushing his bones bit by bit.

"Bang!"

As the tattooed man passed out again, Lin An simply slammed his palm down, pressing his head into his chest and ending his life.

If you did something wrong, you had to bear the consequences.

If you wanted to be a villain, you had to be prepared to face revenge.

The three men Yu Shihao had brought into the room were all dead in an instant. Only Yu Shihao and Lin An remained.

"Thump."

Yu Shihao dropped to his knees without hesitation, shuffling forward on his knees until he was kneeling in front of Lin An.

"Brother Lin, none of this has anything to do with me. I was forced into it too!"

"Please let me go."

"I—I really haven't done anything to wrong you!"

"They wanted to kill you! I had no choice but to pretend I was on their side and try to take you away!"

Crying bitterly, he looked at Lin An with sincere eyes and pleaded his case.

He spoke rapidly, afraid that Lin An would kill him without even listening to his explanation.

"If you don't believe me, you can wait for Wen Ya and Zhang Tie. Wait until they wake up and ask them."

"I was the first one to save you and Brother Zhang and bring you up! Really, you have to believe me!"

Begging and fawning, he trembled as he looked at the silent Lin An, as though awaiting his sentence.

Lin An tilted his head and watched Yu Shihao's hastily fabricated explanation with interest.

Interesting. He's a talent.

If Lin An had just woken up, he probably would have waited until everyone regained consciousness before checking their stories and making a decision.

Unfortunately.

"Guess when I woke up?"

Lin An chuckled softly and his right hand instantly reached for the top of Yu Shihao's head.