Chapter 3

The blood-stained rope of the woman in red is the murder weapon that caused her death and possesses sinister power itself; as long as Wu Xian looks up, the rope will automatically loop around his neck and hang him just like her.

But when Wu Xian does not look up, this rope is looped around her own neck, and it is much sturdier than an ordinary rope.

And so...

The woman in red was caught off guard, her cervical spine was instantly snapped, and her body struggled desperately like a fat catfish pulled out of the water; only then did she remember that she could also actively control the rope, so she hurriedly untied it and let it fall to the ground.

"I want to... cough cough, eat you for a lifet..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wu Xian rolled away, escaping a distance from her, then hooked his thumb over his middle finger and flicked it at her.

True Fire Incantation!

The woman in red was busy straightening her head, her tongue retracting segment by segment; when the last segment of her tongue entered her mouth, before her lips had even closed, a wisp of bright flame drilled into her big mouth.

On the billboard of the building opposite, a male corpse with an empty abdominal cavity was hanging; the male corpse sensed Wu Xian's gaze, raised its head, stuck out its tongue, licked its yellow-black carious teeth, and twitched incessantly at Wu Xian.

A large hand pried open her mouth and forcibly shoved a funnel-like object inside; warm, distinctly granular matter poured into her oral cavity along the funnel.

The flames gradually burned out.

Because the woman in front of him was completely different from what he had seen through the peephole.

Lu Yuzhu opened the door with joy, welcoming the partner who could share hardships with her.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

"Ah, that was indeed a nightmare; it's fine now that I'm awake."

Wu Xian covered his ears, stood up from the ground, and grinned.

Wu Xian climbed out of bed, pulled the curtain aside, and observed the scenery outside.

At about three in the morning, he heard heavy footsteps in the corridor; the footsteps stopped outside a certain room, followed by a loud boom and painful whimpering.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, with the sun showing only its head.

The door to Room 405 opened.

If the things in the Fudi were all at this level, Wu Xian's detective partners wouldn't have all perished here; it is very likely that this long-tongued hanging woman is just at the level of a roadside mob in the Fudi.

After saying this, Yu Yinghua lay on the ground, twisting like a four-legged snake as she crawled out of the corridor; her folded limbs meant she was no longer human, and the places she slithered over left trails of gray mud-water...

There had been a rustling friction sound outside the door, and the door was knocked on every few days, with a woman asking questions using various excuses, but Wu Xian ignored them all.

"There really are ghosts and monsters in this Fudi, but... is she too weak?"

Leaving a dark red incense stick on the spot, Wu Xian picked it up; without checking it, he first pressed his ear to the door, listening to the sounds outside.

The person knocking was a middle-aged woman wearing a black and white floral dress; this woman had a terrified expression, and her forehead seemed to have been struck by something, causing blood to stream all over her face.

"Please, save me, I am..."

But after entering the Fudi, although it was more dangerous, he felt at peace; he no longer had that urgent obsession, nor did he want to mistreat himself anymore.

But, it is a living person!

So Lu Yuzhu seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and opened the door: "Come in quickly, I couldn't stand being alone for a moment longer..."

During the process of sleep, it was not always peaceful.

She seemed to be soaring in the air, passing through the clouds; the sunlight shone on her, making her feel extra warm, her body and mind became tranquil, and her eyelids blinked.

She, like Wu Xian, had seen the brutal massacre, but her heart was not that strong; fear broke through her mental defenses, and she urgently needed someone to help her share the fear.

Blinding flames burned from within the woman in red, from the outside in, completely engulfing her; these flames were yellowish, not high in temperature, and did not ignite anything other than her.

He once had an inexplicable obsession with the Fudi case, for which he forgot to eat and sleep, turned day into night, and his quality of life was even lower than that of a slave owner on a South American plantation.

A terrified expression suddenly appeared on the exquisite dead face.

Figuring out the abilities and movement patterns of these two things will be the key to surviving in the Fudi.

"Let me go! No, save, woo, woo woo..."

Wu Xian did not think that these two things could be solved with one True Fire Incantation like that hanging woman.

"A lifetime, a lifetime..."

Lu Yuzhu's face was ashen, and with a numb expression, she closed the door, returned to the bed to lie down, covered herself with the quilt, and giggled from time to time, thus falling into a deep sleep.

She had been frightened to the point of losing the ability to cope with reality.

Lu Yuzhu struggled desperately, but her limbs were already fixed, leaving only her head capable of movement; in front of this cyan giant hand, she was as powerless as a chick, her throat swallowing passively, and the liquid with a muddy taste burned her oral cavity and esophagus.

Last night he spent most of the time in a light sleep; he had already witnessed the dangers of the Fudi, and sleeping at this time was dangerous, but it was better than reaching the limit and falling asleep when one shouldn't.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Lu Yuzhu in her dream felt a burst of warmth.

Wu Xian felt a chill, touched his mouth, and felt he should brush his teeth.

The morning light was not fresh, but rather gray and hazy; the whole city seemed to be shrouded in gray dust, there were no pedestrians on the road, broken vehicles were parked scattered on the street, and dried bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the ground and walls.

Yu Yinghua stood at the door with her hands tied, her body soaking wet and wrapped in semi-dried dark gray cement; blood and mud were mixed together on her face, and her eyes were already swollen and lifeless; she used her mud-filled mouth to reveal a creepy smile at Lu Yuzhu.

One is a woman named Yu Yinghua; she appears at the latest by midnight, wandering in the corridor, trying every possible way to sniff out the traces of the living.

"Miss, you are truly a good person; good people will have good rewards."

She rolled and struggled in the flames, emitting silent wails; although there was no sound, Wu Xian felt his eardrums ache.

She opened her eyes with joy and saw a cyan giant hand.

Creak.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "This woman's abnormality is very obvious; I hope no fool opens the door for her..."

Obviously, there were two monsters in the midnight corridor.

That woman was still knocking on the door, trying to deceive other residents on this floor into opening the door for her, which meant that the brief fight just now did not cause any side issues.

The other one was a big guy; it had heavy footsteps and obvious movements, appearing at three in the morning; it forcibly opened a certain room door last night and killed the resident in the room.

It turned out that the warm feeling came from the cement burning the skin!

A line of tears flowed from the corner of her eye, mixed into the cement, and disappeared.

While pondering, Wu Xian's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was knocked on again, and this time it was different from the midnight sound!

(End of chapter)