Chapter 185

As soon as the Ghost-Head Blade was swung out, a man's scream was heard.

Wu Xian's expression changed slightly; he retracted the blade and then reached out to touch his cheek, where there was a thin, fine cut.

Fortunately, his skin had high defensive capabilities, and this blade did not draw blood.

The baleful aura on the Ghost-Head Blade seemed to have driven away the hidden thing, but the chaos in the container continued, accompanied by ethereal giggling and the faint sound of chains; the entire container was permeated with the scent of fear.

Now everyone knew.

There was a thing holding a blade—it was unclear if it was human or ghost—scurrying about in the container, and no one knew who the next target would be.

Screams rose one after another, accompanied by crying and shouting; the container was in complete disarray.

Everyone was subjected to indiscriminate attacks.

Wu Xian's hair stood on end; despite wearing heavy tactical gear, he still felt extremely cold, and he even smelled a stench coming from nearby.

This was likely Shi Ji using some method to avoid harm from the unknown enemy.

"Wait!"

A flash of inspiration suddenly struck Wu Xian.

"Since I'm equipped with a pistol and a dagger, there should also be a flashlight."

Wu Xian searched his body systematically, from his tactical vest to his belt, finally finding a metal flashlight, which he quickly turned on.

The bright light instantly illuminated the container, and all fourteen people saw the true face of the thing that was attacking them.

It was a withered, human-like thing, wrapped in two chains, with its lower body being semi-transparent; its deathly pale face was covered in bright red cuts, and its open mouth was also a mass of bright red.

This bright red mouth was facing Wu Xian's face!

Wu Xian could even see the cuts on its lips and its blood-stained teeth...

Snap!

The flashlight went out; it had only been on for a split second!

But Wu Xian wished it had never turned on.

That face was simply too stimulating.

He swung the Ghost-Head Blade wildly a couple of times, then held the blade horizontally in front of him, his heart pounding incessantly, unsure if his own situation was safe at all.

That instant of light not only failed to dispel the fear but instead deepened everyone's terror.

Wu Xian even heard the sound of someone fiddling with a firearm opposite him.

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat, lunged over to pin down the pockmarked boss opposite him, and roared with all his might: "No matter who it is, don't fire! Even if someone is dead, don't fire!"

Fortunately, this pockmarked boss was not familiar with firearms; if he had actually fired, Wu Xian, sitting opposite him, would have been the easiest to accidentally kill.

But Wu Xian could hold him down, what about the others...

Tension continued to spread.

Boom!

The container's shaking stopped, and with a creak, the container door opened, letting warm sunlight shine into the container.

"Hi, friends, you must have been stifled."

A man with slicked-back hair, wearing sunglasses and a white casual suit, stood smiling at the container entrance.

"Welcome to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the people inside the container rushed out in a swarm, screaming, and knocked the man in the white suit to the ground.

No matter what he wanted to say, no one wanted to listen to him now; this container was a living coffin, and staying inside any longer might lead to being buried directly.

Even the beggar who appeared to have broken legs and the elderly woman were moving with unusual agility.

As soon as Wu Xian got out, he turned and knelt on the ground, disengaged the safety on his firearm, and nervously aimed it at the pitch-black container, but he waited for a long time, and nothing came out from inside.

The middle-aged man Lou Yaozong snatched the flashlight from the pockmarked vendor and turned it on, shining it into the container, only to see that the container was empty; there was nothing inside.

The warm sunlight shone on everyone, but it could not dispel the chill in their hearts.

The beggar squatted on the ground, cursing incessantly; only after he had cursed enough did he stand up and roar with lingering fear: "Damn it, what the hell was that thing? It broke three of my teeth, three of them!"

His roar was not out of anger, but to vent his fear.

Even after hearing Lou Yaozong's explanation of the Fudi, it was hard for him to immediately comprehend the hellish scene that had just occurred.

Wu Xian mourned for his three teeth and turned his body to hide the Ghost-Head Blade.

He turned to look at the others; the vast majority of them had been indiscriminately attacked by that malevolent entity and had razor cuts on their faces, with only Shi Ji's face remaining fair and chubby.

Among them, the chubby senior student was the most miserable.

She had a large gash on her face, but her largest wound looked more like it had been cut by a duller knife, not a sharp razor blade...

The other office worker with the receding hairline was also miserable, as a coin-sized patch of his hair had been shaved off.

If they had stayed in the container any longer, everyone's faces would have been sliced to pieces, just like that malevolent entity!

Once the chaos among the group ended.

The man in the suit stood up from the ground and roared at Wu Xian and the others with a very unpleasant expression.

"Are there ghosts in the container? You were scared like this."

"I am your employer, after all. I paid the price for professionals; are you the kind of professionals you are?"

But no one paid him any mind.

Compared to the ghost from just now, the employer was nothing; did they even know him?

Wu Xian found a moment to observe the surrounding environment.

This was a small pier; the time should be afternoon, and the location was by the sea. Since they had taken a boat, perhaps this was an island...

There were two other containers nearby, and a cargo ship was moving away in the distance; it seemed they would have a hard time leaving this place in the short term.

From another container, a sturdy man wearing tactical gear, whose build was on par with Su Mi's, stepped down. After hearing the man in the white suit claim to be the employer, he walked over and looked at him.

"Who are you, where is this, and what are we going to do?"

"You'd better explain things clearly; my patience is very limited."

Wu Xian's gaze shifted slightly.

It seemed that this Fudi also involved indigenous people from this world, and even the indigenous people didn't know that man in the white suit.

The man in the white suit was stunned for a moment.

"You don't know me?"

"I am Yan Ting; this operation was organized by me with my own money. I spent hundreds of thousands to hire you, and you don't even know me?"

The indigenous people who had come down from other containers had also been somewhat restless, but upon hearing the figure of hundreds of thousands, they all quieted down.

The strong man nodded, his attitude becoming much friendlier.

"I am Luo Shiyi, I once served in the special forces of the Bajiao Continent, and now I am a freelance mercenary. I did accept a secret mission for ten days at one hundred thousand. Since you are the employer who paid, I will try my best to protect your safety for the next five days."

"However... this operation is a bit too mysterious, isn't it? We were all locked in containers before arriving at the destination, and we don't even know the basic information about the mission."

Upon hearing this, the man in the white suit.

His face flushed red, and he cursed under his breath.

"That bastard who took the money and didn't do the job, was it necessary to keep it this secret? Not only was he responsible for recruiting everyone, but he didn't even tell everyone that I was the employer..."

After cursing.

The man in the white suit looked up, spread his arms, and said loudly to the crowd.

"Everyone, I am Yan Ting, welcome to Wonder Island!"

(End of chapter)