Chapter 462: He Saw Us?

"Is there something behind me?"

Feng Yuhuai looked at 【Mask】 with suspicion, her brows furrowing slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

Her gaze lingered for an instant on 【Mask】's eerie smiling face, her heart trembling for no reason, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around to check the pipe behind her.

Feng Yuhuai's neck had just turned to a 15-degree angle when 【Mask】's whisper drilled into her cochlea like a venomous snake:

"Nothing, just a few sneaky rats. And... a father who has arrived late?"

Feng Yuhuai's body instantly froze into a statue, her facial features seemingly frozen, even her breathing halted.

"Boom——"

Blinding white light devoured everything, scorching shockwaves sweeping in like raging torrents.

Feng Yuhuai herself was blown away, her body below the neck instinctively turning into swirling red threads, her head like a tossed balloon smashing heavily into the ceiling, her crimson long hair spreading out like a spider web.

Her pupils contracted into trembling circles, yet her gaze remained deadlocked on the center of the explosion.

That shadow-condensed 【Mask】 was violently twisting, its body rippling with folded wrinkles, as if enduring an unimaginable impact.

The next second, it dissipated like smoke, silently melting into the air.

And the real 【Mask】 seemed to flicker for a moment in a trance, standing still at the center of the explosion the whole time, unmoving,

Then, the two 【Masks】 merged back into one 【Mask】, one standing, one flowing back under his feet like ink, turning back into a real shadow.

Feng Yuhuai's peripheral vision swept past 【Mask】, and she discovered in horror — in the pipe opposite, there were likewise several sneaky and familiar figures illuminated by the light, like kites with broken strings, tumbling down into the dark depths.

This takes a long time to tell, but in reality not even a moment had passed.

Tang An was still retching, a few shocking rat hairs still stuck to his lips.

Deng Jia Jia also finally came to her senses, because she felt someone tugging hard on her pants.

But it wasn't a person, rather several glossy black-furred rats were climbing up her pant legs, sharp claws hooking the fabric making a faint "rustle" sound.

"Mmph!"

Her whole body shuddered, instinctively stomping and shaking her legs, but she bit her lower lip hard, forcibly swallowing back the scream.

Rats are certainly scary, but alerting those monsters wearing human skins inside is the true inescapable doom.

The dense rats are indeed terrifying, but those monsters wearing human skins are absolutely not to be alerted.

"Go go go, can't film anymore."

Her trembling fingers dug at the camera's storage card slot; as for the camera itself, it had already fulfilled its mission, it could die heroically.

The moment she pulled out the storage card, her peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the viewfinder frame, and Deng Jia instantly felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her scalp tingling numb with a "zzzt" sensation as if about to split.

Two 【Masks】 had turned toward the lens at some unknown time, four pupils — two pairs pitch-black like abysses, two blood-red like gore — all staring straight over together.

Clearly separated by nearly a hundred meters of distance, and also separated by the viewfinder frame, Deng Jia Jia still felt pale bone claws drilling out of the viewfinder frame, digging toward her eyes.

The soles of her feet surged with cold air, as if black tentacles were inch by inch stroking up her spine.

"【Mask】 found us, he's looking at me?!!"

Deng Jia Jia felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body's blood seemingly freezing instantly.

*Snap! *

A drop of cold sweat smashed onto the LCD screen.

The next instant, intense light flared, reflecting the two smiling faces even more pale and eerie.

"Ah——"

Deng Jia Jia could no longer hold it in, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing scream from her throat, the camera in her hand slipping loose, smashing heavily onto the ground, the screen shattering completely.

Ren Xuan and Tang An were scared by the scream until their hearts nearly stopped.

Before they could even react, the explosion's shockwave carrying heat waves crashed upon them.

The three people were like leaves swept up by a gale, soaring into the air, followed by a group of "chittering chaotically screaming rats.

And a spinning camera, also crashed together towards...

Feng Ju sprinted wildly in the sewer, his pitch-black mechanical arm swinging violently, huffing and puffing heavy breaths from his mouth.

He had run close with great difficulty, about to reach out and grab the three sneaky reporters, he truly wanted to see what they had filmed in their camera, whether they had captured 【Mask】, or his own daughter.

Then, he was nearly blinded by the white light.

Immediately after, a pile of flying rats mixed with three rotating human figures collectively smashed toward him face-on like garbage launched by a catapult.

And a camera screen heavily, caught off guard, smashed right into his chin

"I caonima——"

Feng Ju's two-hundred-jin body was directly knocked flying, spraying a mouthful of old blood in mid-air, mixed with half a shattered molar.

On the cement steps at the entrance of the Incineration Room.

Wang Jian leaned crookedly against the wall, the cigarette in his mouth having burned a long inch of ash.

He was intently watching the live broadcast on his phone.

Suddenly, 【Mask】 on the screen turned its head without warning, four eyes staring straight at the screen.

That feeling was just like, feeling like the monster was staring at oneself dead-on through the screen, exactly like an evil ghost in a horror game suddenly pulling a face-to-face kill.

"Wocao!"

Wang Jian's whole body jolted, the back of his head knocking heavily against the wall.

The cigarette butt fell from between his open lips, scalding a blister on his lip.

His fingers convulsed as if electrocuted, the phone falling with a "pa" onto the cement ground, the screen frozen on 【Mask】's bizarre smiling face.

A hand covered in old calluses picked up the phone.

Wang Lei stood behind him at some unknown time, bending down to pick up the cracked-screen phone, his gaze pausing briefly on the picture.

"Watch less messy stuff."

He tossed the phone back into his son's arms, then hunched over and coughed violently, the sound as if he were about to cough up his lungs.

Once his breathing steadied a little, he lifted his turbid eyes, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing:

"See too many of those ghostly things, it's inauspicious."

He wiped his mouth corner,

"Easy to catch bad luck."

Wang Jian fumbled to catch the phone, distressedly touching the crack on the screen, his mouth corner twitching involuntarily.

Suddenly he sprang up like a spring, grabbing his father's sleeve and urgently said:

"Dad! This isn't one of those made-up videos online, this is a live broadcast from the Guangling Platform! Something big happened at No. 8 Middle School! The sewers are full of monsters!"

"It's too terrifying, so it turns out everything you said is true, this world doesn't just have E Corpses, there are all kinds of monsters"

The last word was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

A gust of wind carried the distinctive scorched stench of the incineration room, blowing the cold sweat seeping from his forehead icy cold.

Wang Jian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice trembling:

"But, Dad you said why, why would there be monsters?"

Wang Lei covered his lips and coughed, then clenched his fist and stuffed it back into his pocket, a streak of dark red in his palm.

He did not answer his son's question, merely stooping his increasingly emaciated body and turning away in silence.

His worn rubber shoes dragged a rustling sound on the incineration plant's cement ground, exactly like the friction of dry autumn leaves falling.

After walking ten-odd meters away, he slowly turned around, looking towards his son who was again hugging the phone watching:

"Because there are people. That's why there are monsters."

His lips moist, he muttered to himself:

"Humans are the original monsters!!"

Behind him, the incinerator's chimney was belching thick smoke, dyeing the sky above Lower City a turbid gray.

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