Revenge

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The tall and strong man still stood in front of Jiang Cheng, and his attitude had made everything clear.

"It's too late," Chen Xiaomeng urged.

The buzzing of the door grew louder, and the faint gray mist surrounding the iron door seemed to flow with a life of its own.

In at most half a minute, the door would collapse.

The strong man seemed to have done something to the secret door, ignoring the curses and screams from the village chief and others outside. The sound of banging against the door never stopped, but the secret door seemed to merge seamlessly with the wall.

"There's a hidden door there. You can leave through that way," the man pointed to a corner of the room, where a very large wardrobe stood, exactly the same as the one in the Qian family's abandoned building.

"Open the wardrobe, and you'll see the door. Follow the passage and once you're outside, you'll be at a pastry shop on the next street. The village chief only left two people there, they won't be able to stop you." His words were fast.

The mist surrounding the secret iron door swirled, and occasional dark glows leaked out, but the strong man seemed not to see them.

This was likely another restriction imposed by the rules of the nightmare.

As Jiang Cheng pondered, Chen Xiaomeng immediately ran toward the door. Every second in the nightmare was dangerous and torturous, and only by returning to their own world would they be truly safe.

Without saying goodbye, a flash of light, and Chen Xiaomeng's figure disappeared into the door.

The strong man was stunned.

In his sight, the woman had charged straight into the wall, and then... disappeared.

Was it wall-passing technique?

Jiang Cheng naturally didn't have time to explain, and there was no need. He glanced at the strong man's eyes, nodded, and said, "Take care."

Then, he also ran toward the iron door.

Just as half of his foot had crossed the threshold, his movements suddenly froze, and his expression changed. He suddenly thought of something.

They hadn't found Qian Jianxiu.

Nor had they discovered any ghosts.

Since the iron door had appeared, it meant the case had been resolved. Though it might have been Li Lu who acted first, they hadn't seen Qian Jianxiu's body.

The confusion drove him to glance back just before entering the door.

In that instant, it felt like time itself had stopped.

Everything seemed to play out in slow motion.

The cabinet door in the corner of the room slowly cracked open.

A blood-red eye appeared behind the crack.

In the next second, the cabinet door suddenly flung open, and a bloody, mutilated body fell out, landing on the floor and splattering blood everywhere.

It was a headless corpse.

A twisted figure appeared in the room, holding a severed head in one of its several dismembered arms.

The figure emitted a roar that was a mix of anger and excitement, then crashed through the secret door, shattering it as easily as paper.

The curses and door-banging sounds from the village chief and his group immediately stopped.

Screams, running footsteps, the sound of flesh being torn apart, and blood splashing on the floor turned the hallway into a scene of carnage.

The iron door altered Jiang Cheng's vision, and he could vaguely see through the walls, glimpsing the horrific scene in the corridor.

Large amounts of blood splattered across the ground, severed limbs and arms scattered everywhere, and the people who had hidden in nearby rooms had not escaped the ghost's hunt.

The ghost grabbed a man hiding under the bed, who had his mouth covered, trying to pretend to be dead.

It dragged him out from under the bed, then grabbed his shoulders, and in the man's screams, it tore him in half.

In an instant, the entire building was filled with a bloody murderous aura. The vengeful ghost had finally arrived, carrying her utmost malice, to punish those who had committed crimes.

Now, no rules could restrain her.

At least in this moment, she was an uncontainable force.

Jiang Cheng suddenly understood—this was the reason the ghost hadn't appeared earlier.

It was also due to rules.

If the ghost had manifested, all of them would have died.

The ghost had also been waiting.

If they hadn't entered the iron door within the time limit, or if they had foolishly opened the wardrobe door out of curiosity, they would have died.

But conversely, if they didn't actively open the wardrobe door, the ghost hidden inside could not harm them either, only watching helplessly as they left.

The ghost wouldn't spare them simply because they helped her seek revenge. As Fan Li had said in their first mission, they represented the ultimate malice, the embodiment of all negative forces, both what could be imagined and what couldn't.

The only thing that could limit them was the rules.

Inside the rules, they were untouchable; outside the rules, there would be nothing left but bones.

As Jiang Cheng quickly thought about the rules, the slaughter in the hallway came to a temporary halt.

Only the village chief, his son with a beard, and the strong man were still alive.

The twisted figure raised the bearded man, who was already horrified, his pants soaked with foul liquid, and shook him in front of the village chief, as if displaying something.

The village chief was in much better shape than the bearded man, at least he wasn't collapsed on the ground. He barely stood against the wall, but his eyes were already hollow.

It seemed he had long foreseen that this day would come.

Just as the strong man had said, debts must be paid in the end.

Now, it was his turn to pay.

"Creak... creak…"

In front of the village chief, the ghost held the bearded man firmly with one hand, grabbed his head with the other, and slowly twisted. The bearded man's neck made a chilling sound as blood and foam poured from his mouth.

The bearded man's eyes were fixed on his father, as if begging for help.

But after a few seconds, he couldn't do that anymore. His head was twisted 180 degrees, and the last flicker of life disappeared. His head dropped, and he was dead.

The village chief stared at the twisted figure with bloodshot eyes, as if the ghost were his mortal enemy.

The ghost didn't rush. Its limp neck crooked as it stared back at the village chief, its blood-red eyes seeming to burn with an unquenchable fire.

Killing the village chief no longer satisfied her; she wanted the most painful death.

Qian Jianxiu had been tortured beyond recognition.

Now, her goal had been achieved.

Her arm slowly stretched out, and even though she was still a few meters away from the village chief, she somehow managed to touch him. This eerie scene made Jiang Cheng frown.

The hand, trembling with excitement, stroked the village chief's chest, feeling the pounding heart that beat with fear.

The twisted figure let out an ear-piercing sound. Jiang Cheng could feel the intense excitement as the ghost finally got its revenge.

The ghost was laughing.

He was sure of it.

But just as the ghost's claw-like finger was about to tear out the village chief's heart, a large wooden stick fell from the sky, breaking the ghost's outstretched arm.

In the next second, the eerie arm returned to its normal length.

Jiang Cheng's pupils contracted as he saw the strong man holding the wooden stick, standing protectively in front of the village chief.

(End of the Chapter)

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