Fairness

Wu Heng confirmed that everything was prepared, carefully patted his trench coat pocket, and walked toward the door.

Because he had already received the news.

Just a moment ago, Kirsty's father had cut a blood vessel in the back of his hand on a nail while moving a sofa and had gone to the hospital for stitches.

In that case, Frank and the Cap-Wearing Woman Xia Ying had likely already escaped from hell by now.

Wu Heng grabbed his suitcase, climbed into his car, and drove with practiced ease to the front of Larry's cabin.

Kirsty's stepmother, Julia, was still inside the cabin at this moment.

According to the report, this woman had not come down once since going up to the attic, and half an hour had already passed.

He estimated that she had already discovered Frank and the Cap-Wearing Woman in the attic.

Wu Heng decided to seize them while they had just been resurrected and were still in their Blood Corpse state, before they could be restored by blood.

By the way, he could also save Kirsty's father, Larry; this was the only thing Wu Heng could do for Kirsty at the moment.

Moreover, if he waited for the timeline to progress further and Julia began luring men to the cabin to sacrifice them to Frank and the Cap-Wearing Woman Xia Ying so they could regain their human bodies, these two Cursed Disciples would not be easy to catch.

Arriving at the cabin, Wu Heng slowly unlocked the door with his key.

As for why he had the key to this cabin, he had obtained it through certain methods back on his first day in Hatton.

After entering, he pulled the door shut behind him, leaving it unlatched to ensure he didn't cut off his own escape route.

Wu Heng then pulled a shotgun from his suitcase and, holding the weapon, walked carefully step by step toward the attic.

The dim cabin was deathly quiet, devoid of any sound.

Wu Heng slowly walked to the door of the attic where Frank had been killed, having not encountered Julia along the way.

Wu Heng kicked the attic door with a violent thud.

The moment he kicked the door, he retreated rapidly while pulling the trigger, emptying the shotgun's magazine directly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The continuous gunfire sent bullets tearing through the attic door, sending wood splinters flying.

Yet, the very instant the wooden door was kicked open, Julia's remaining upper torso, clutching a dagger, had already lunged out from inside.

She only lunged into empty air, falling straight onto the landing.

By this time, Wu Heng had already used the recoil of the kick to retreat to the stairwell and was reloading.

Julia's lunge had placed her perfectly in the path of the shotgun's trajectory, and she caught every single bullet with precision.

The skin on her body was shredded like torn paper by the bullets, revealing the withered skeleton beneath as she struggled on the floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wu Heng emptied the gun again before quietly watching Julia.

The skin on Julia's face had been completely shattered, falling to the floor to reveal the skull beneath; this masculine skull clearly belonged to Frank.

Only then did Wu Heng begin to observe them closely.

Frank's body consisted only of an upper skeletal frame, with jagged bone ends exposed at the coccyx.

A shred of flesh hung from the bone, and his hand bones had just been shattered; he was nothing more than a half-length skeleton, helplessly slumped on the ground, dragging himself forward by gnawing at the floor with his teeth.

The human skin of Julia that he had been wearing was already tattered and riddled with bullet holes.

Ignoring Frank, Wu Heng shouted into the attic:

"Blood Corpse inside, come out, or I'm throwing a grenade."

With a creaking sound, a half-skeleton of a woman—whose upper body only grew to the chest cavity, with her heart still dangling and exposed to the air—crawled out step by step, using two fleshless arms to support her weight on the floor. This skeleton was the Cap-Wearing Woman, Xia Ying.

Wu Heng looked at the miserable state of the two on the floor.

He felt fortunate that he knew the plot and had planned his own resurrection well.

He hadn't expected them to kill Julia, who was supposed to have served them; their level of restoration was exceptionally poor, as they hadn't even managed to recover their full skeletal frames.

But then again, in the original story, Julia had been driven by nostalgia for her past passion with Frank and had been fed empty promises by the skeletal Frank, which was why she had done those things.

Now, it wasn't just Frank who had been resurrected, but the Cap-Wearing Woman as well.

Julia had likely been terrified out of her wits, refused to buy into Frank's empty promises, and declined to serve them, leading to her death.

Wu Heng had never intended to save this woman, who in the plot had lured men to serve Frank and had cheated with her brother-in-law.

He had actually been thinking that if she were still alive, he would take the opportunity to put a bullet in her, just to save himself from the day she might miss Frank and come seeking revenge.

"Ahhh!"

"I'm going to kill you, hrr-hrr-hrr!"

Frank roared loudly, staring at Wu Heng with fury.

Wu Heng ignored Frank's gaze.

"Are you angry?"

"Do you think anger can change your fate?"

"Stop shouting and save your poor lungs some trouble!"

Wu Heng stood silently in place, reloading his gun while staring coldly at Frank. "Oh, my apologies. I forgot you don't have lungs."

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? Why, why?"

"I can feel that we are both Blood Corpses. Spare me, I beg you. I'll be your dog. I'll let you..." The Cap-Wearing Woman pleaded frantically.

Wu Heng still had no intention of revealing his true identity at this moment.

He raised the loaded shotgun, pointed it at the two again, and said expressionlessly:

"Who am I?"

"I am certainly not your friend!"

"Lady, you are too smart—smart enough to be frightening!"

This woman had drawn Wu Heng's real-world appearance based on a single glance. That alone meant Wu Heng could never let her go. He had a deep impression of the "meat-pig" tropes often found in the infinite space novels of his past life.

Frank was gnawing at the floor with his mouth, slowly inching toward a small knife that had fallen nearby.

"You seem quite unconvinced?" Wu Heng confirmed that the two no longer posed a threat, strode forward, and kicked the knife away.

"Come on!"

"I'll give you a chance now. Both of you, come at me together."

"We're all Cursed Disciples. I'll take you two on without using my gun!"

"Have the guts to let us return to human form!" Frank, unable to move, could only bite fiercely at the sole of Wu Heng's boot. "Watch how I tear you apart."

"I gave you a chance, but you're useless. If you don't die, who will?"

Bang! Bang!

"Ple—"

Bang!

Wu Heng fired three more shots.

He aimed for their cervical vertebrae.

As the gunfire ceased, two skulls fell to the ground and rolled a foot away, while the remaining bodies continued to twitch.

Wu Heng pulled out a woven bag and plucked Frank's heart from his still-writhing chest cavity.

Holding it in his hand, he felt that the heart actually seemed to contain a surge of energy.

Wu Heng's heart stirred, and he tentatively used the Cursed Disciple's blood-siphoning ability to absorb it.

The Blood Corpse heart in his hand suddenly shriveled.

A stream of energy flowed into Wu Heng's body; it felt as refreshing as drinking a bottle of ice-cold cola when parched.

Moreover, Wu Heng could feel his body grow slightly stronger—though only by a small margin, about 2%.

He estimated that absorbing the entire heart would strengthen him by roughly 10%.

Cursed Disciples could strengthen themselves by absorbing the energy within blood.

Wu Heng remembered that in the Hellraiser comics, it was mentioned that High Priest Pinhead had once absorbed the power of 3,000 magicians, gaining immense energy.

The Cursed Disciples indeed possessed this ability to absorb energy from blood.

However, after being transformed into Cenobites, they were granted a central nervous system capable of feeling pain, in addition to basic energy absorption.

They could strengthen themselves by siphoning the void of painful emotions; his current Cursed Disciple form was still far from that level.

With a sudden thought, Wu Heng prepared to absorb the two Cursed Disciple hearts in his hands.

Just then, a powerful gust of wind shattered the window, and a Bone Dragon wreathed in netherfire appeared in the air.

It transformed into the image of a Vagrant and appeared inside the attic.

Ignoring Wu Heng, it walked straight to the mattress, reached down, and picked up the Box of Mourning with its metallic patterns from the floor.

Then, it walked to the window, transformed back into a Bone Dragon, and flew toward the west.

Wu Heng watched as the Bone Dragon left with the Puzzle Box. He knew this was a Hermit of Hell, a top-tier intermediary that only someone like High Priest Pinhead could afford to use.

"Damn it!"

Wu Heng's heart sank as he watched the direction the Bone Dragon flew.

That was the direction of his villa on Second Avenue.

"Kirsty!"

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