Chapter 44

Room o808, the lit scented candle illuminated the entire room.

The bald-headed man, his body flabby, stared obsessively.

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

Tight, snow‑white calves were alluring in the candlelight; the girl's unique purity in this scene possessed a strange beauty, tormenting the heart.

Hoh‑hoh‑

Saliva gulped, Wang Jianguo breathed heavily like a beast in his throat.

Desire, greed.

When desire became unbearable.

Creak—

Who!?

He suddenly turned his head.

Wang Jianguo turned around reluctantly; he hadn't yet had a chance to enjoy the 'delicacy'.

Damn it, which clueless idiot is bothering me now?

He looked warily at the door, yet could see nothing.

The power‑outage hotel hallway was pitch black.

Was it the wind?

He couldn't help shrinking his neck; a chill raised goosebumps all over his body.

To move into the room, the door lock was removed and merely replaced with an iron rod as a bolt.

I already said to install the door properly, don't waste Laozi's time!

Cursing, he walked barefoot, shivering, down from the bed to shut the door tightly.

At the door, he wrapped his arms around his obese body, wanting to peek out.

Damn! How cold this weather is!

The candlelight suddenly went out.

His heart suddenly jolted.

In the darkness, a face suddenly squeezed out of the door crack, pressing hard against his face.

Eye to eye, nose to nose.

The ruined face felt icy cold, as if it could freeze the soul.

His dead‑white eyes were full of malice; the woman's desiccated lips split open to her forehead and lunged at his body.

Ah!

The scream stuck in his throat, only the sharp first half.

Chewing and swallowing.

The candlelight flickered back to life, casting only half a shadow on the wall.

……………………

On the second floor of the hotel, six people lay scattered in the small room.

Six men stood in the room, the tattooed man holding a hammer, standing before the body of Second Uncle.

On the aged face, eyes wide open, a hole hammered into the center of the forehead, he died with eyes unclosed.

Damn, this old bastard didn't even sip water!

If I hadn't reacted quickly and killed him, I almost would have been screwed by this dog‑thing!

After hearing that, everyone gave a light laugh, then they dragged the other bodies like dragging trash.

What sound!?

Yu Shihao raised his head in doubt, looked at the ceiling, and stopped dragging Lin An.

He glanced at the two still working hard, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

Who just screamed?

Never mind who he is; hurry up and finish so you can sleep with your beauty. I still want to wait till you're done and have some fun.

The tattooed man who brought water during the day, impatient, urged them on and casually tossed the still‑lit cigarette butt onto Lin An.

Having just killed an old man, he's still panicking, but to maintain his image he pretends to be indifferent.

He crouched, pressing the cigarette butt onto Lin An to extinguish it.

This kid, I thought he was too arrogant the moment I saw him; I've wanted to kill him for a while.

His train of thought was interrupted.

Yu Shihao glanced contemptuously at the tattooed thug before him and said nothing.

When Lin An first cleared zombies, he saw this guy tremble at the sight of the zombie corpses.

Afterward, he kept begging Lin An to take him as a lackey, even wishing to give away his own woman.

This lewd but cowardly guy dares to speak only now.

The tattooed man failed to notice his contemptuous gaze, merely looking at Lin An on the ground with delight.

Let you, who once looked down on me, now be as immobile as a dead dog!

Hehe, I really want to sleep with Wen Ya in front of you, you worthless thing.

He arrogantly stretched out his foot, kicked twice casually, but only felt a pang of foot pain.

How hard is this Awakened One's body? Hey, I'd like to see if I can chop off his head with a knife later.

The tattooed man saw that Yu Shihao wasn't responding, found it boring, so he walked over to Wen Ya, squatted down, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her a few times.

The two companions' work beside him made his heart feel like a cat's scratch.

What an ice‑cold beauty, she's tempting even asleep.

That Yu‑surname brat is still dragging people; otherwise I'd go have some fun first.

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

This little mouth looks plenty feisty!

Hey, we agreed you'd give it to me first!

What the hell do you mean?

Behind him, Yu Shihao's angry voice rang out, glaring furiously.

Damn it, I didn't even touch her!

What's it to you…?

Huh?

The tattooed man's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to Lin An.

What's that on his hand? How is it still glowing?!

Yu Shihao's heart jumped.

Damn it, the black cloth he'd prepared ahead to wrap Lin An's hand fell off!

The blood‑red pattern on the Soul‑devouring Hand flashed and vanished, gripping the soul.

Nice!

Instinctively, the tattooed man reached out to snatch the glove on Lin An's right hand.

Don't touch it!

Hum.

This is!

The tattooed man's face showed horror as he felt a devouring suction from the glove.

Ahhhh!

Life ebbed away; he couldn't help opening his mouth to wail, as if his brains were being sucked out.

In an instant, his formerly sturdy body withered to skin and bone, like a dried corpse.

An abnormal change suddenly occurred.

Yu Shihao stared in shock at the scene before him, feeling his whole body turn icy, a chill rushing up his spine to his head.

Gloop.

Another yellow‑haired man in front of Wen Ya gulped in fear, having intended to sneak some fun while the tattooed man and Yu Shihao argued.

The other two men hurriedly turned to look.

His whole body trembled, as if he'd witnessed something unbelievable.

Suddenly, the yellow‑haired man trembled as he pointed at Lin An, stammering, "He… his eyelid moved! He looks like he's waking up!"

Sss.

The flesh was pierced.

Lin An, lying on the ground, instantly shifted like a phantom, crossing the distance and appearing before him.

What sound?

The yellow‑haired man instinctively lowered his gaze to his chest, where a jade‑like arm pierced through his torso.

Congratulations, you got it right.

The voice was calm.

Lin An smiled gently, his previously sunken cheeks quickly restoring.

Bang.

He withdrew his arm, then crushed the yellow‑haired man's skull as if popping a balloon.

The gruesome sight before them exceeded everyone's limits of endurance.

Ahhh!

The two helpers, still with their pants not pulled up, finally came to their senses, unable to stop screaming as their whole bodies trembled while watching Lin An walk over slowly.

The two retreated, begging for mercy.

Lin bro, I was mistaken.

Please don't kill me… please…

Lin An looked at the woman at their feet; her lower half had been stripped, she was unconscious, and the two had brutally trampled her, leaving her filthy.

He remembered her—she was an older woman in Zhang Tie's squad.

Mistaken?

Lin An chuckled lightly, then at super‑human speed tore off his arm in an instant.

Ahhh! My hand!

He sobbed and wailed; the man whose arm had been torn off rolled on the ground in agony, despairing as he looked at his arm flung aside.

Enjoy it well.

Lin An's face was cold as he single‑handedly lifted the man whose arm had been torn off while still alive.

Rip.

Like tearing paper.

This time it's the foot.

This time it's the left hand.

Terrifying, brutal. Including Yu Shihao, the few of them felt as if they were in an ice cellar.

They recalled the fear from when they first saw Lin An—the fear of that blade that had split the licker to death.

"Lin bro, I beg you, don't kill me! I beg you!"

"I was just momentarily possessed! I didn't harm your people!"

Another knelt on the ground, kowtowing wildly while sobbing tears.

Unable to resist, and also dared not resist.

At this moment he only resented himself for being unable to control his lower body, for why he had gotten involved.

The sight of his companion's limbs torn off drove his spirit to the brink of collapse.

Why? Why should I provoke the devil before me?

No time to think.

Lin An gently lifted his head, two fingers clamping his jaw like iron pliers.

Unlike the smile on his face, at this moment his heart seemed to burn with anger.

He had regained consciousness two days prior, but his exhausted spirit power prevented him from fully awakening.

"Look at me."

"Trash!"

"Ahhhh!"

His fingers slowly exerted force, the sound of bones deforming making one's teeth ache.

In just a few seconds, after the man's wail faded in his throat, his face had been kneaded into a lump by Lin An.

Yu Shihao farthest away dared not move a muscle, although Lin An had not been looking at him; yet he could feel a faint killing intent locking onto him.

His heart was filled with shock.

Why... how did he suddenly wake up!

Blood seeped from the gaps in his fingertips; Lin An nonchalantly shook his hand and then walked toward where the tattooed man had collapsed.

The tattooed man, terrified, used his hands and feet to crawl backward.

But, having been drained of strength, he could only writhe on the ground like a maggot.

"You weren't trying to kill me, were you?"

He stepped down, and the tattooed man's desiccated knee shattered instantly.

"No... no... yes, big brother!"

The tattooed man's voice was hoarse, like an elderly person on the brink of death after his spiritual power had been drained by the glove.

"None? You weren't just trying to tie me and Zhang Tie up with a dog leash earlier?"

"You wanted to cut off my head?"

Lin An disregarded his pleas and instantly tore off his other leg.

"Ahhh!"

The tattooed man only managed to let out a scream before passing out from pain.

Lin An gave a cruel smile—did he really think he could still faint in front of him?

He grabbed the tattooed man's crown with a single hand, his spiritual power stabbing into his brain like a needle.

"Ah!"

The tattooed man was jolted awake by intense pain, looking at Lin An before him with eyes full of despair.

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

"Let you go? Go ask your second uncle if he's willing to let you off."

Lin An grabbed his head and turned it to face the second uncle's corpse, the two of them and the corpse locking eyes.

"Ah! —!!"

Regret and fear, a stream of urine odor came from beneath him.

If he could commit suicide, he would rather die than endure this torment again.

Lin An turned a deaf ear, merely crushing his bones inch by inch.

"Bang!"

As the tattooed man fainted again, Lin An simply slapped his head into his chest cavity, ending his life.

Having done wrong, one must bear the consequences.

To want to be a villain, one must be prepared for retaliation.

In the room, the three men brought by Yu Shihao all died in an instant, leaving only himself and Lin An.

"Plop."

Yu Shihao knelt without hesitation, his knees shifting as he knelt before Lin An.

"Lin bro, these matters have nothing to do with me; I was also forced!"

"Please spare me."

"I... I really haven't done anything to disappoint you!"

"They wanted to kill you! I had no choice but to pretend to be with them in order to get you away!"

Sobbing tears, he sincerely pleaded with Lin An with his eyes.

He spoke rapidly, fearing that Lin An wouldn't even hear his plea before killing him outright.

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

"I was the first to rescue you and Brother Zhang up here! Really, you must believe me!"

Seeking favor and mercy, he trembled all over, looking at the silent Lin An, as if awaiting judgment.

Lin An tilted his head, intrigued, watching Yu Shihao hastily concoct his excuse before him.

Interesting, they are a talent.

If Lin An had just woken up, he would probably wait until everyone else is awake, verify, then make a decision.

Too bad.

"Guess when I woke up."

Lin An chuckled lightly, and his right hand instantly reached for his head.