[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed":3,"chapter-great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-chapter-462":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Great, It’s the Pervy Neighbor. We’re Doomed",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1800364,2399,"Chapter 463: Pighead Folk","great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-chapter-462",462,"\u003Cp>This man took such a brutal blow and collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to turn his head and look behind himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw what was behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in the window’s natural light stood someone wearing a red and black checkered shirt, with a pig’s head perched atop his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stood there motionless, a bloodied Claw Hammer in his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Claw Hammer that had knocked him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was because this man had extraordinary constitution, or because the pig-headed man’s previous strike had not been delivered with full force, the blow had not been lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, the man actually managed to pick himself up off the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! No! Don’t go! Come back and save me!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman who had been hung up writhed in agony, her body in pain and her heart even more so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tore at her throat begging her boyfriend to come back and rescue her, but she didn’t notice something strange at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her boyfriend had gotten up from the floor and run out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the pig-headed man, there had been many chances to stop him, with ease, yet he let the man escape without any reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after a full two minutes did he snap into motion like a wound-up automaton, and race out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huff, huff.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy breaths spilled continuously from the man’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running down the corridor of the old manor, he looked utterly disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh blood kept dripping from the top of his head onto the floor, leaving a trail behind him that warned the pursuing pig-headed man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran shouting \"Help!\" all the way, trying to draw the attention of others in the building to come to his rescue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the second-floor stair landing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to run down to the first floor, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from the cleaning closet and clapped over his mouth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dragging him into the closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to live, shut up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of those hands warned sternly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, terrified, dared not make a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he was obediently hauled inside, he seemed to notice something and pointed downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the hands naturally saw what he was pointing at — the streak of blood trailing across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would probably draw people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, the owner of the hands gave a cold chuckle. \"Perfectly fine with me, as long as that person dares to come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minute or two later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the two people hiding in the pitch-black closet heard heavy footsteps pass by along the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps stopped with a faint distance at the closet door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man with his mouth covered was nearly paralyzed with fear;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if his mouth had not been covered he would have surely screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his arms and legs were trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something strange happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than a minute later, the footsteps that had halted at the closet door retreated away with a dull thud, the sound of someone climbing back up the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the two people in the closet didn’t move;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>three minutes passed before the hands finally released the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overcome with fear, the man collapsed to the floor just as he had when he was struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once on the ground, he began to whimper and sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears blurred his eyes, streaming down like they cost nothing, pooling on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the hands stepped over him and out of the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t walk far, only to the lit corridor outside the stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re still alive? What are you crying for? You’re a grown man acting like a woman — no, not even a woman, you’re a weakling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the hands suddenly started berating the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lifted his head and forced himself to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumbling out of the closet, he finally saw the face of the man who had covered his mouth and saved his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a man in his thirties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a camouflage combat suit and a pair of military boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short black hair, a face like it had been carved with a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overall impression was one of competence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, there was a scar along the left cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made his competence seem edged with ruthlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the man stood with his arms folded, nine parts disdain and one part contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks for saving me, but who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man covered the back of his still-bleeding head. If this were a game, his HP would be steadily draining away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although this was a treasure hunt in the castle and many high school classmates had brought friends, meaning there were certainly unfamiliar faces,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the man clearly remembered that at the bus stop outside the school gate he hadn’t seen anyone dressed like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can just call me Zombie Tyrannosaurus. Alright, you asked your question — now it’s my turn. Who are you? And what are all of you doing here at the castle?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can call me Ah Jie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for why so many of us are here, those are my classmates;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>we were all in the same high school class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our appearance here is part of our class reunion activities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our class monitor hid a lot of prizes in this castle. Whoever finds them gets them. So you understand now, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zombie Tyrannosaurus nodded. \"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next second he pulled out his phone and sent the information he had overheard to the five Explorers in their group chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending the message, he looked at Ah Jie with a puzzled stare. \"Why aren’t you leaving yet? Why aren’t you running to get someone to rescue your girlfriend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the reminder, Ah Jie slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering, but the slap sent a tearing pain through his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried down to the first floor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>burst out of the servants’ building,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and onto the outdoor clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized that when they had first arrived at the estate the sky had been clear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but now it was overcast;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thick clouds had rolled in and rain could fall at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ambient temperature had dropped a bit, and a cold wind swept by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked for people but saw none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a few steps forward and still saw no one, guessing they were all searching inside the castle and other buildings for prizes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Damn it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted twice, and his right hand accidentally brushed against the metal lump in his pants pocket!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly remembered he had his phone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled it out to call and contact classmates for help,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but for some reason there was no signal!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around, shook the phone, but still no signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calls and data were useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The castle estate felt like a signal-jamming zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his phone away and glanced back at the old building where he had been, but didn’t dare go back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment he also noticed the man who had saved him had not come out with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t care!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grit his teeth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and ran toward the largest castle on the estate, shouting, \"Help!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>trying to attract others’ attention.\u003C\u002Fp>",1208,"2026-06-09T04:42:11.000Z",1,"novelbin.me","98ae9eefd7fde579e8da47b56da12c90a730dacaf7d15662ecef6ab04ac921c9","great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-chapter-463","great-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-chapter-461",670,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgreat-it-s-the-pervy-neighbor-we-re-doomed-cover.jpg"]