"Six minutes left!"
Corpses dropped from the ceiling one after another, their crooked bodies slowly rising to their feet. Their eyes radiated malice, and strands of blood connected flesh to bone.
They feared no death, launching wave after wave of assaults at
The haunted house employees formed a protective ring around Chen Ge, and among them, the stench-covered boy delivered an unexpected surprise.
The stench spread outward. As he continued to devour and grow stronger, the smell emanating from his body grew increasingly intense.
The odor was potent enough to affect the corpses closing in. They were controlled by blood threads, but once they entered the range of that putrid haze, their movements grew sluggish. The hatred in their eyes gradually gave way to revulsion. The vengeance of those victims killed by the Strange Talk Association had never truly been aimed at Chen Ge in the first place — and now, seized by disgust, they resisted even more fiercely.
The corpses moved slower and slower, and the resistance Zhu Xinrou faced grew correspondingly lighter. Dressed in half a red burial garment, she unleashed her true power among the writhing mass of broken bodies.
Her arms unfurled like those of an enormous spider, carrying death and boundless resentment as she barreled through without restraint!
"There's enough time!" Chen Ge ducked behind Zhu Xinrou, his eyes locked on Dr. Gao, the skull-cracking hammer dragging behind him as he readied himself to charge at any moment.
Dr. Gao stood beside the blood pool, expressionless. Looking at him was like staring into a bottomless ocean.
"So it's come to this after all. Chen Ge, from the moment I first laid eyes on you, I've done everything in my power to prevent this outcome — yet here we are, right back where we started." Dr. Gao let out a soft sigh, the first time Chen Ge had ever seen the man sigh. "Since it can't be avoided, I'll just have to settle this my own way."
Dr. Gao watched Zhu Xinrou's body continue to swell, then raised his arm once more. "This game ends now."
Zhu Xinrou was closing to within two or three meters of Dr. Gao, yet he showed not the slightest trace of panic.
As his arm rose slowly, the blood in the pool behind him began to surge upward, as if something unspeakably terrifying lurked in the deepest reaches below.
"This is the world as I see it." Dr. Gao's expression shifted, settling into absolute confidence. "This is my world!"
Waves of blood churned and folded into a vortex. At the very bottom of the pool lay a woman dressed in a blood-red wedding gown.
Her skin carried a reddish tint, but otherwise she looked exactly like an ordinary woman — resting atop a bed of blood and corpses.
She appeared serene and demure, yet beneath her lay countless shattered bodies.
She seemed still alive, as though she had fallen asleep with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood as her pillow.
"Chen Ge — this is my wife. She is the heart of that door, and she is my entire world."
When Zhu Xinrou closed to within two or three meters, the woman deep in the blood pool seemed to sense something. Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyelids twitched — and then her eyes snapped open!
Blood gushed in reverse. Everything erupted into a full boil.
The woman's aura surpassed anything Chen Ge had ever encountered among ghosts and spirits. She was one with the entire blood pool, and in the instant she awakened, this blood-red world awakened completely as well.