Translator: CinderTL
But now, saying all this is meaningless.
This is a brave child, very much like the little beggar from before, especially the final determination in his eyes.
If Chu Jiu could hear his thoughts now, she would surely urge him to gather his courage, to survive, and not to waver because of her death.
Someone among them must survive to end this Nightmare.
Even if only one person remains.
Hearing the roars from above, Fatty no longer hesitated and turned to run downstairs.
Looking at the woman lying on the ground, drenched in blood, the figure in the darkness let out a long sigh, then began to cough violently, blood froth continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Strangely, the man's blood seemed like strong acid, dripping onto the ground and instantly burning black holes into the wooden floor.
The air was filled with the mingling scent of fire and blood.
The man's right arm hung unnaturally at his side, apparently broken. Compared to the woman whose fate was unknown, he at least still had half his life left.
Wei Jinting tore off the stocking from his head, revealing a face covered in bloodstains, one slash nearly severing his brow bone.
"Well done," he stared at the woman.
The walls on both sides of the corridor, including the ceiling, had been completely destroyed in the recent battle, everywhere bearing ferocious marks.
Some even looked like they were left by the claws of a giant beast.
These brief five minutes were a nightmare for both of them.
But fortunately... it was over.
This woman named Wan Yuanning had exhausted her last bit of strength, which wasn't originally hers. She had forcibly opened the Gate, stealing power from the devil.
And now, she was paying the price for her actions.
The side effects began to show; the mutations on her body started to fade, and her ferocious face returned to its chubby, baby-like state.
Half of her face was shrouded under fine strands of hair, her figure curvaceous, paired with such a dim environment, it was quite suggestive.
"Cough..." she trembled slightly, spitting out dark-colored blood, those enviable sapphire-blue eyes of hers had also been burned out.
She was no longer a threat; even if left alone, she probably wouldn't last more than ten minutes.
Wei Jinting staggered over, finally squatting down, quietly observing this woman who had been such a challenge for him.
Blood flowed down Wei Jinting's ankle, each step feeling sticky, leaving behind bloody footprints.
"I warned you, but you didn't listen," Wei Jinting paused for a moment, "Now, you'll either die directly from the backlash, or survive, but what awaits you will be worse than death."
"You will be eroded, lose your sanity," Wei Jinting suddenly lowered his voice, "This is the price you pay for your stupidity."
"But you're lucky to have met me, so..." he grinned, changing his tone, "You have a third path to take."
"The Night Watchmen are willing to sacrifice someone like you to snipe, they must have accurate intelligence," he looked down at Wan Yuanning's face, twitching slightly in pain, and said, "You knew someone like me would come, didn't you?"
"Only a very few people are qualified to know this level of intelligence. Someone among you has infiltrated our ranks," Wei Jinting said. "Let's make a deal. You tell me this person's name, and I'll help you through this crisis."
"Not only will you survive, but I can even help you seize a Gate, allowing you to truly control that power."
His voice was persuasive, whether due to skill or his innate ability.
In any case, his words elicited a response from the woman. He saw her, on the brink of death, tremblingly extend a hand, her slender fingers rolling with crimson blood droplets.
Her vocal cords had been destroyed by the scorching, tainted blood, but she could still write with her hand.
Wei Jinting's breathing quickened. He had always suspected that a Night Watcher had infiltrated their ranks, and it seemed to be true.
Upon seeing the words the woman wrote, Wei Jinting was momentarily stunned, then his expression darkened instantly, while a mocking laughter echoed in his ears.
Clearly, the number 4 was left on the ground.
The laughter grew increasingly exaggerated and piercing, and Wei Jinting's face turned as dark as if it could drip water.
The woman's eyes were already ruined, her fair skin covered in bloodstains. She curled up on the ground like a homeless stray dog.
Her entire body trembled slightly from the intense pain.
Yet, such a wretched thing dared to mock him?
Wei Jinting stood up expressionlessly, staring at the half-exposed, mocking face of Wan Yuanning, then raised his foot and stomped down hard on her head.
In the corridor, the mocking laughter abruptly ceased.
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"Is Hao Shuai on the 8th floor?" Banana Wolf asked in a low voice as he walked up the stairs, constantly alert to his surroundings.
"Definitely," Fatty replied, his small eyes darting left and right.
"But he doesn't have this painting. Going there would be suicide," Banana Wolf couldn't help but worry. He had a decent impression of Hao Shuai.
"Don't worry, he runs faster than a dog and is smarter than a monkey. Even if we both die, he won't. And I bet he's probably hiding in some empty room near the 8th floor," Fatty whispered. "He's not stupid; he knows to wait for us."
About ten minutes ago, Fatty ran out of the office building, and the scene before him was exactly the same as what Banana Wolf had seen earlier.
It was Peace Apartment.
As soon as they entered Building 3, they encountered Banana Wolf hiding behind a stone pillar.
At first, they cautiously probed each other, and after finding nothing unusual, they gathered together.
After a brief discussion, they decided to head to the 8th floor first.
Since Banana Wolf didn't know much about Hao Shuai, he tentatively believed Fatty's words. On the way, Fatty took a moment to glance at the painting in Banana Wolf's hand.
On the front and back of the painting were depictions of Wu, representing despair on one side and benevolence on the other.
Banana Wolf didn't need to explain this. The moment Fatty saw the black-clad Wu on the painting, the overwhelming aura of despair nearly suffocated him.
It wasn't until Banana Wolf quickly flipped the painting to the benevolent side that Fatty's sense of suffocation eased somewhat.
The two of them crept up to the 8th floor, which was eerily quiet, with the depths of the corridor completely shrouded in darkness.
The room they were in was different from their own; it was much older. The walls on both sides and the ceiling above seemed to have been soaked in water, with large patches of black mold spreading across them.
If one had to describe it, Fatty felt as if time had paused here, with the air filled with the musty scent of bygone years.
A few seconds later, a door not far away suddenly opened a crack, and then a hand reached out, waving at them.
It was the Doctor! Fatty's face lit up with surprise, but Banana Wolf immediately grabbed him, and neither of them stepped into the corridor, remaining just outside the safety gate.
(End of the Chapter)
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