Chapter 34

"Swish!"

Before the words had even faded, a figure dropped like lightning from the rafters.

Chen Ju's expression changed drastically!

His body, which had just been pressed against the floor, was too slow to stand; he scrambled to roll toward the corner of the wall on his left.

Who would have thought that the pitch-black corner was actually covered in iron nails!

"Ah..."

A piercing, heart-wrenching pain shot through his abdomen, back, hands, and legs.

He couldn't help but let out a miserable shriek, yet he dared not pause for even a second. Enduring the agonizing pain, he leaped up and frantically raised the dagger in his hand.

However, this series of movements wasted too much time.

Just as he sprang up, a fist brimming with power struck his chest heavily, like an iron hammer.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

His chest, already injured by Zhang Jiu's heavy punch earlier, had its ribs shattered and caved in by this blow.

He flew backward, slamming into the wall behind him, and the dagger flew from his hand.

The excruciating pain throughout his body made his limbs go limp, sapping his strength until he collapsed in the corner, his face twisted with agony and terror.

"Brother Luo, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

He hurriedly reached out, trembling as he begged for mercy, forcing a hypocritical smile onto his face that looked even worse than crying.

"We're all brothers, closer than blood brothers, you..."

Before he could finish, Luo Qingchen had already stepped close and slammed a heavy punch into his throat.

"Crack!"

The larynx shattered instantly.

Chen Ju opened his mouth wide, eyes bulging, as a hoarse "he-he" sound rattled in his throat. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth; he seemed to want to say something more, but not a single word could escape. His face was filled with desperate terror and resentment.

"Bang!"

Luo Qingchen struck his heart with another punch, ending his life once and for all.

Blood Drain!

Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed his hand against the man's chest and began to drain his blood rapidly.

The second blood bar in his body, which had been at 0%, began to rise swiftly!

10%!

30%!

50%!

80%!

Seeing Chen Ju's body begin to wither and shrink rapidly, he still did not stop.

90%!

Only when he had drained it to 90% and could extract no more did he release his hand.

By now, Chen Ju's body had withered and dried, becoming even smaller and thinner.

His eyes bulged, his mouth hung open, and his face was twisted, his teeth exposed, making him look as hideous and terrifying as a vengeful ghost.

It turned out that once all the blood had been drained from the corpse, all the moisture within it had vanished as well, leaving behind nothing but a dried husk.

Luo Qingchen began to search his body.

In the chest area, he found a money pouch, but it was completely empty—not a single coin inside.

Yet, tucked under the armpit, there was another pouch!

This one was bulging, appearing to be filled with silver shards.

He really had hidden money!

Luo Qingchen immediately put the empty pouch back, tucked away the second one, and prepared to leave through the roof.

Just then, a strange noise came from outside.

"Brother, I heard it clearly just now; there was definitely a fight in this first room. That little bastard must have been drained of his blood! We have to be quick!"

In the darkness outside, Wang Long and Wang Hu, enduring their pain and dragging their injured bodies, arrived outside the window of the first room.

The two brothers had fallen into a trap again tonight, suffering both injuries and blood loss.

They couldn't swallow this insult.

"That little bastard is physically weak. Chen Ju and the others wouldn't have missed this chance. They went in just before us; no matter how cunning that little bastard is, he's likely lying on the ground by now..."

"We're severely injured and have lost so much blood; we must find that little bastard and replenish it!"

"Even so, we still need to be careful."

The two brothers eavesdropped cautiously outside the window, then impatiently made their way to the door and slowly pushed it open.

The door was left ajar, and the room was pitch black.

However, the thick, pungent scent of blood inside could not be concealed, drifting out through the doorway.

The moment the two caught that familiar metallic stench, their eyes lit up and their hearts surged with joy!

In that instant, even the pain in their hands and feet seemed to diminish significantly.

"Brother! That little bastard has clearly already been bled! Let's get in there quickly, lest that fresh blood go to waste on the floor!"

Wang Hu immediately moved to barge in.

Wang Long grabbed him, cautiously pulled out a tinderstick to ignite it, and peered into the room by the dim, flickering light.

The darkness in the room was immediately pushed back.

In the corner not far away, a figure lay motionless.

The heavy scent of blood in the air was drifting from that very spot.

At the same time, patches of bloodstains remained scattered across the floor throughout the room.

"Look, there's blood all over the floor, and that little bastard is lying there without moving!"

With that, the two no longer held back.

Looking at the blood-spattered floor and the figure in the corner, the two were like starving jackals spotting meat, their mouths nearly watering as they pulled out daggers and large bowls, stumbling toward the corner.

"Brother, this little bastard caused us so much misery; let's squeeze out two big bowls of blood first, then give his hands and feet a few slashes to vent our anger!"

"Hmph, I reckon he'll be dead after we squeeze out two more bowls."

The two spoke in low voices as they struggled to shuffle toward the corner.

Upon reaching the figure in the corner, Wang Long suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why was this person's body... why was it so thin and small? It looked like...

He immediately crouched down and turned the person's face toward the floor, and upon closer inspection, he was startled!

"This... this is..."

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Wang Hu had already crouched down, ready to draw blood, but hearing the change in his brother's voice, he also looked up at the person's face.

"This person..."

When he saw the twisted, hideous face of the person, he was also taken aback.

The two brothers stared wide-eyed at the face before them, unable to recognize who it was for a moment.

Because at this moment, Chen Ju's body had not only withered, but his face had also shriveled and distorted, making his entire appearance look extremely foreign and terrifying.

"Who is this?"

Wang Hu's mouth hung open, bewildered.

Shouldn't it be that little bastard Luo Qingchen lying here?

How did he turn into this?

Wang Long suddenly shuddered, gasping as if he had realized something; his face turned pale, and his voice trembled as he said, "The blood inside this person seems... seems to have been drained dry. This person isn't... isn't that little bastard, it seems to be..."

"Who is it?"

At this moment, Wang Hu's expression also changed drastically, and he began to tremble.

"It's... it's Chen Ju!"

Wang Long stared intently at the twisted, hideous face for a few more seconds, confirming it with a trembling voice.

Immediately, he stood up abruptly: "Go! Run!"

"Clatter!"

The blood bowl in Wang Hu's hand dropped to the floor in his fright, and he scrambled to his feet as well.

With faces full of terror, the two brothers trembled as they turned to flee toward the door.

However, at that very moment, a scene that made their entire bodies shudder and their spines turn cold suddenly unfolded!

"Creak..."

The ajar door slowly closed.

And in the pitch-black space behind the door, a strange, dark shadow had appeared, no one knew when!