Chapter 166

"Hold back a little; saving a life brings double the joy." Tang Luo muttered inwardly.

The four pushed open the door and got out of the car, leaving the increasingly mascot-qualified Tiangou to guard the vehicle.

"The surroundings seem to have no one living there." An'an observed the area around that gloomy house; the few similar-looking houses also appeared uninhabited for years.

However, there was no trace of that eerie yin energy.

Just a normal empty house.

The haunted house Chu Zhongtian had explored had been abandoned for a long time; the original decorative saplings had grown tall, and even in winter they were lush with branches and leaves, covering most of the house and shrouding it in shadow.

The trees were still positioned in front of the door, giving a rather inauspicious feeling.

The wooden gate of the courtyard had its paint completely peeled off, and the doorplate beside it was nowhere to be seen.

Chu Zhongtian strode forward, kicked up a leg, and kicked open the tightly shut door.

Isn't this just the suspected Saeki house (the famous female ghost Kayako's residence)?

What does Chu Zhongtian have to fear! I have Master Xuanzang standing behind me!

Demons and monsters are just a dish of vegetables!

Relying on Tang Luo, Chu Zhongtian gained immense courage, walked into the courtyard, and then inhaled a breath of cold air, a genuine breath of cold air, almost making him turn around and leave.

"I feel so uncomfortable." An'an also said, the yin cold and bone-chilling sensation was not pleasant.

"I" am also bold enough to come to such a place to explore." Chu Zhongtian walked to the front door of the house, followed suit, and kicked it open with a foot.

The door lock fell to the ground, its sound echoing in the silent house.

Chu Zhongtian silently drew out a fruit knife, gripped it in his right hand, and shouted sternly: "Come on! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

Inside the house, everything was silent; no one, not even a ghost, responded to Chu Zhongtian's words.

Chu Zhongtian looked toward the staircase directly opposite the door; the attic, wall cabinets, under the bed, toilet, and corridors are places where ghosts often appear.

Today, Chu Zhongtian will thoroughly inspect all these places!

Taking advantage of having a thigh behind me, I'll make good use of this opportunity; otherwise, missing this village means no such shop.

"Master, I'm going now."

Chu Zhongtian said, strode forward two steps abruptly, then stopped.

"Master, please bless me with Buddhist dharma." Chu Zhongtian said, but behind him it was utterly silent, with no response of the magnificent "Buddhist dharma is boundless."

Chu Zhongtian also felt no surge of mighty power.

"Master…… fuck! Where's the master!" Chu Zhongtian replied in confusion, letting out a startled cry.

Not only was Tang Luo gone, but the three people originally following behind him were also completely absent.

Most crucially, the door that Chu Zhongtian had kicked in with one foot, whose lock had even fallen to the ground, was now closed.

It was shut tightly and intact; at the moment he saw the door closed, the surrounding light quickly dimmed, and the interior of the house became as dim as dusk.

Chu Zhongtian immediately turned to open the door.

Naturally, the door lock wouldn't budge at all, impossible to turn.

"Damn!" After cursing, Chu Zhongtian kicked again, making the door shake with a tremendous sound.

Naturally, the door opening into the house's interior wouldn't budge either.

"Capsized, capsized." Chu Zhongtian muttered lowly; his face didn't show excessive fear, only appearing very solemn.

Suddenly, he heard some movement coming from the living room to his right, where a door was opening and closing.

Gripping the dagger tightly in his hand, Chu Zhongtian slowly and cautiously approached, peering inside through the gap where the door wasn't fully shut.

A man, one arm swinging violently, as if saying something.

His expression was agitated and ferocious, but Chu Zhongtian heard no sound.

It was as if watching a silent mime performance.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Chaplin's comedy; the man's fury and ferocity on his face made Chu Zhongtian feel a surge of alarm.

"Who is he arguing with…… fighting?" Chu Zhongtian saw the man make a slapping motion.

A woman's figure fell to the ground; her originally somewhat disheveled hair became even more disheveled and scattered.

Wearing white pajamas, one shoe flew to beside the TV, the other landed in front of Li Suibian.

Compared to Chu Zhongtian's peeping, Li Suibian stood outside in the corridor looking into the living room, wanting to be open and aboveboard.

The door was pushed open by him a fist's width.

Inside the living room, a woman silently howled while arguing something, then suddenly collapsed to the ground.

It was as if she had been slapped by an invisible person.

Then she crawled toward the other side of the living room, seeming to hold something in her arms, and burst into loud sobs.

Li Suibian could see the red and swollen slap mark on her face.

"A family of three?" Li Suibian recalled some "information" about this haunted house.

It was said that a family of three had all died miserably inside; no one knew exactly what happened, but rumors claimed the father killed the mother and child before committing suicide.

Now he saw the mother; the invisible ones were the son and father, huh?

An'an gripped the chopping board tightly in her hand, staring at the small child sitting in the living room.

He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, curled up entirely, arms wrapped around knees, trying to minimize the space he occupied and his presence.

His head tilted to one side, his body swaying slightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Upon entering the house, before he could discover anything, An'an got separated from Tang Luo and the other two; pushing open the living room door, he saw this child.

For now, An'an could only achieve "if the enemy doesn't move, I don't move."

The child "curled" for a while, his body twisted, suddenly struggled to stand up, as if breaking free from something, and ran toward the outside of the living room.

An'an retreated two steps, yet his body emitted a fierce killing intent.

"Water Margin," 108 demon stars descend to earth, thirty-six heavenly gang stars, seventy-two earthly fiend stars.

Black Whirlwind Li Kui, ranked 22nd on Liangshan, the Heavenly Killer Star! Ruthless and bloodthirsty, he kills like a beast!

The cutting board in An'an's hand is about to strike!

But that child seemed not to see An'an at all, running past her and straight into the kitchen. Moments later, he emerged holding a knife.

With a strange smile on his face, An'an almost couldn't help but slash at him.

Tang Luo stuck out his foot, like a clumsy adult, trying to trip the child and play an ill-timed joke.

But the child's feet seemed like phantoms, passing straight through Tang Luo's legs, knife in hand, walking into the living room.

In the living room, the mother sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, slightly lifting her head, legs drawn up. One hand rested on her knee, the other covered her forehead as she raised it, her body trembling slightly.

If it weren't for the silent mime, one might hear her wailing loudly.

Father stood with hands on hips, chest rising and falling, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling, extremely irritable, as if regretting the slap he had just given.

No one noticed the child enter, dagger in hand.

"Hiss——"

In the silent mime, suddenly came the sharp intake of breath from pain.

At the same time, there was that piercing cry, drowning out this sound.

Father staggered a few steps, instinctively reaching toward his lower back, seeing the blood on his hand, he stepped back a few paces and collapsed onto the floor.

Before him stood his child, face bearing a strange smile.

The dagger fell, piercing his neck.

It's hard to imagine a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child having such a clean and decisive method.

Even the weeping mother beside him didn't notice the tragedy unfolding nearby.

Until, the bloody smell drifted toward him……

The weeping turned into a shrill, terrified scream.

"Was he stabbed by someone?" A solo mime performance, Chu Zhongtian looked strained.

Chu Zhongtian could only judge from before him that the man seemed to have been ambushed from behind, stabbed, now lying on the ground twitching, gradually approaching death.

"Am I seeing a replay of the scene from back then?"

As the man stopped twitching, Chu Zhongtian slowly pushed open the living room door and walked inside.

He crouched down, reaching to touch the man.

The next second, Chu Zhongtian almost used his feet to stare, pushing himself backward until his buttocks touched the ground.

The sensation upon contact was still warm!

As if the man had truly just died before his eyes!

"Damn it!" Chu Zhongtian cursed loudly, fear mixed with anger rising from his heart, evil growing from his courage, he stood up, grabbed the nearby vase, and smashed it toward the man.

The vase shattered on the man's head in an instant.

Leaving a large wound on his forehead, blood continuously flowing out.

Yet there was no trace of bloody smell.

Chu Zhongtian retreated from the living room: "If you've got the guts, come out!"

The man's corpse remained completely still.

"If you don't come out, I'm leaving!" Though he said that, Chu Zhongtian didn't turn around, but instead wisely retreated toward the kitchen, hoping to find something to use as a weapon.

Who knows if this thing will suddenly pretend to be a corpse.

"The corpse is still warm—won't it pretend to be a corpse?" Ling Feng Sword in hand, Li Suibian crouched, examining the woman's corpse, sword blade pointed at her chest.

He could easily pin her to the floor with a casual swing.

"So many knives, truly ruthless—could it be an invisible killer?" Li Suibian thought to himself, then Ling Feng Sword suddenly swept sideways.

The sword light flashed, but what it cut was only air.

There was no invisible killer lurking nearby, eyes like a tiger, ready to strike—just happened to be hit by his sword.

"Go die!"

An'an roared, swinging the cutting board at the little ghost beside him!

This is the mission world—there's no protection law for pesky little monsters, even if it's just a solo mime performance.

Yet An'an could see that this child had killed two people, the knife taken from the kitchen covered entirely in blood.

When the child passed by again, still smiling, An'an couldn't help but act.

Whether he's human or ghost, chop first, talk later!

A dull, bursting sound echoed in the room.

Though it was a cutting board, it carried the momentum of a great blade swinging down.

The child suddenly lifted his head, looking at An'an, both hands gripping the dagger and raising it above his head.

The dagger's blade touched the cutting board, as if cutting into butter or tofu, easily slicing the board in two.

But An'an's cutting board had two pieces.

The other one came from the side, swinging horizontally, crashing hard into the child's face. The child's head tilted, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand also dropping.

"Huff——huff——"

An'an gasped heavily twice—though only two breaths, it could be said he had exhausted all his strength.

At most one more breath, making three chops total.

That child—should be said to be a half-grown teenager—lay on the ground, his skull somewhat flattened.

As if already dead, yet his eyes kept twitching, staring fixedly at An'an.

The strange smile on his face did not fade.

"Since I've already seen it all, why don't you come out and face death?" Tang Luo said.

The little brat stood in the doorway of the living room, his head inexplicably flattened on the side, completely still.

With Tang Luo's provocative words, the child suddenly moved, lunging fiercely at Tang Luo.

"Delivering himself to the door, doesn't count as stealing a monster." Tang Luo kicked out with one foot.