rpbooks Chapter 151 It's Waiting for Us
Chapter 151 It's Waiting for Us
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
"Lelia! Lelia! Calm down!"
In the corridor, Leilia collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with terror.
There was also a man's corpse nearby.
Those were their newly assembled companions, but he couldn't resist the urge in his heart to harm her.
Mario tried to hug Leilia, but she kept backing away.
He stiffened, and said with a wry smile, "I have to protect you. He wanted to bully you... so I had no choice..."
Unexpectedly, he accidentally stabbed the man to death.
Leilia didn't dare to approach. She knew Mario didn't mean it, but he was covered in blood, so much blood.
Suddenly, she caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile out of the corner of her eye.
She was taken aback.
You must be mistaken. Why would Mario laugh after killing someone...?
A man's corpse was thrown from a distance, and Lelia screamed and rolled on the ground to avoid it.
The body was headless, and blood was gushing from its neck.
A young girl with long hair reaching her waist, her pure appearance contrasted sharply with her indifferent eyes. She approached casually, strolling leisurely, without the slightest fear, apprehension, or cowardice.
Black Sadako didn't even glance at the corpses. As she passed by Leilia and the others, she was about to use her telekinesis to crush their heads when...
Mario suddenly pulled Lelia up. "Hello, we also came from that room. Why don't we team up and try to escape from here?"
Black Sadako glanced at him, and activated her telekinesis—
"Are you looking for someone? We think we just saw a man with a sword, but we were too scared to go near him..."
The telekinetic energy swirled around before being withdrawn.
Black Sadako: "Lead the way."
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Some people had just escaped from the room and were trying to find companions to travel with, hoping to find a way out.
Someone has already destroyed the evil in a dozen rooms and, incidentally, saved a green-nosed clown.
Jiuzhi Che has removed the clown wig and blue nose, but the face paint is difficult to wash off without a special cleaning solution.
At first, the Green Clown thought it was Hank, but when he met the other's cold eyes, he realized it couldn't be Hank.
The other party had a strong presence and was clearly a big shot, so he decisively shut up, asking no more questions, looking no more, and saying no more.
Jiu Zhiche was a little surprised. Judging from his previous performance, Green Clown was a lecherous man. He didn't expect him to be able to temporarily break free from the control of his desires.
Although their rooms are all weakened versions of the curse.
When Jiu Zhiche went in, he noticed something was different.
The room he was in was filled with desires that were at least eighteen degrees higher than theirs.
This is definitely a targeted attack!
Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change.
It was a wonderful feeling.
Jiuzhiche quietly sensed it.
"laugh!"
The wall twisted and contorted, and then a dozen or so monsters appeared—the kind of monsters that people who once possessed the black and red tickets had transformed into.
"Another KPI delivery, I really don't know if I should kill you or not."
If you kill the thing behind him, who will help him cultivate spirituality?
"Skull Sword!"
While fretting, Jiu Zhiche took out the skull sword.
The white sword blade, smooth and reflective, suddenly appears larger.
This sword strike was swift.
But there are no tricks.
The green clown clung to the wall, not daring to move an inch.
They were afraid of being accidentally injured.
A line of blood appeared on the arm of the foremost monster, and thick blood gushed out.
Their bodies are much tougher than humans'.
Jiuzhiche silently came to a conclusion; otherwise, given the sharpness of the skull sword, it would have already severed that hand.
Perfect timing, use more purifiers!
"Purify!"
With a flash of sword light, the monster's head fell to the ground.
Blood splattered onto the walls and stained the floor red.
Dozens of monsters writhed their grotesque bodies, only to be hacked to pieces one by one in the next second...
The green clown stared blankly, repeatedly patting his head and muttering, "This is a dream, a dream, it's not real, it's not... Mom, Mom, I miss you so much..."
"Purify!"
Each time I use it, I can feel a subtle increase in my mental strength!
The "Spirit" template allows Jiuzhiche to more clearly perceive the "pool" in his mind.
If filling the scale to 100 is considered breaking through a mental strength bottleneck, then I've already reached 92.
Killing monsters is the fastest way to increase your strength.
Jiuzhi Che wiped away a trace of blood from his forehead.
"Monster, third stage...?"
[Total initial spirituality gained: 22%; current progress of triggering template selection: 83%]
[Total Spirituality Acquired: 22%, Current Allocable Spirituality: 49.6%]
"careful!!!"
A woman's shouts came from ahead.
Jiuzhiche shook the skull sword slightly, and a bone scabbard immediately appeared, enveloping the sword. After shrinking in size, he stuffed it into his pocket.
It's been a while since I used his chest bag. I'll bring it next time to carry some water, biscuits, or something.
It might seem out of character, but he was indeed a little hungry.
The physical exertion from the battle rewarded him with hunger.
The main reason is that constantly suppressing the Deep Desire Curse also depletes his energy and spirit, leading to this awkward outcome.
Jiuzhiche walked towards the direction of the sound.
The green clown scrambled after him.
Just around the corner, a monster exploded into a bloody mist, which seemed intentionally split in two, parting to either side.
Only she in the middle was completely clean, without being stained at all.
Leilia turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.
It wasn't that I felt sorry for the monster, but rather that I was afraid of vomiting it up myself.
And... a wave of sadness washed over me.
She's Sadako, isn't she? She looks almost exactly like Sadako from a few years ago, just a bit taller.
But Sadako didn't even glance at her, as if she didn't recognize her at all.
The cold-blooded and ruthless way he killed made her heart tremble.
What happened to Sadako?
I had just spoken to her on the phone not long ago, and we talked about many things from the past. But the Sadako on the phone was completely different from the Sadako in front of me.
She was supposed to meet with Sadako because one of the circus's requirements was to give tickets to friends and family, but... she knew what kind of organization the circus was, so she lied and said she didn't have any tickets.
I had originally planned to wait until the performance was over before going to see Sadako again...
"Sadako".
Kujiro's calm voice came through, and Black Sadako glanced at Leilia.
She knew he called her "Sadako" to avoid revealing his secret, but she still felt annoyed.
Why should she hide?
"It's good that you're alright." Jiuzhi Che seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and looked at Hei Zhenzi for a moment to make sure she wasn't injured.
Black Sadako's lips curled up briefly, then flattened again, as quickly as a fleeting moment.
"That heavy makeup looks awful."
Despite her obvious disgust, Black Sadako extended two fingers and tapped Jiuzhi Che's face.
In an instant, the heavy oil makeup was wiped off, revealing Jiu Zhiche's original appearance.
Leilia's gaze unconsciously shifted over. In this dangerous environment, she shouldn't have any other thoughts, but when she saw him, a line of words suddenly flashed through her mind:
How can someone be so handsome?
"roar!"
A monster, left behind at some unknown time, rushed out from around the corner, its twisted arms resembling winding noodles. The fleshy bulge on its back blinked incessantly, and its gaping mouth opened and closed, the muffled sounds escaping its throat faintly audible.
"High heel......"
"Annoying."
As soon as the two words were uttered, the monster's head shattered, leaving hardly any flesh behind, and the headless body, twice the size of a human, collapsed with a thud.
Black Sadako led the way, saying, "It's waiting for us, right behind the door at the very front."