Chapter 63
Wang Pansan swallowed with difficulty. He shone the flashlight in the direction the sound was coming from.
But there was nothing there, only some rusted machines.
“Who’s there?”
He mustered up his courage and shouted into the dark corner.
“Come out, I see you!”
The only response was his own echo, and the sound of machines operating from somewhere.
“Gulu…”
Wang Pansan swallowed with difficulty.
He dared not approach the corner, and stiffly took a step back.
But it was precisely this step that allowed the flashlight beam to pass through the gaps between the machines, and he saw the watchdog.
The dog was curled up next to a machine, its flesh and blood all torn apart, bleeding profusely and constantly flowing, dyeing the surrounding trash and metal red.
Even more strangely, its four limbs were in an unnatural posture, appearing extremely twisted, as if they had been broken apart bit by bit by something.
Its pale dog eyes reflected a faint white light under the illumination of the flashlight. One of its eyes had fallen out and was on the ground. The pupil had lost its normal shape, like the eyes of a dead fish.
The dog’s jaw was torn open, and it was horrifying to look at.
Wang Pansan’s eyes widened, and he looked at the gruesome sight before him in disbelief.
The scene before him reminded him of a terrifying picture he had seen online – the smiling dog.
His legs trembled, and he slowly retreated, but as he was retreating, he suddenly bumped into something cold behind him.
It was hard and very cold, like metal…
Metal?
Before he could react, the roaring sound of machines starting up suddenly erupted from behind him.
Why were these machines, which had no power, moving?!
Wang Pansan’s face turned pale, and he tried to move forward, but it was too late. A corner of his clothes had already been caught in the machine.
He kept struggling, trying to tear his clothes, but no matter how hard he tried, his clothes were like wire and couldn’t be torn.
Amidst the desperate shouts and cries for help, he could only watch as he was slowly drawn into the machine.
From his feet… to his legs… to his body…
Wang Pansan could clearly feel his skin being torn apart bit by bit, his flesh and blood being churned into pieces by the machine, and the sound of bones cracking echoed in the darkness.
“Hold on!”
Just then, the man wearing the mask rushed over and grabbed Wang Pansan’s hand tightly.
But it was too late. Wang Pansan’s lower body was completely shredded, and his consciousness gradually blurred. Even with all his strength, Liu Haoyu could only save the upper half of his body.
Due to the sudden release of force, Liu Haoyu immediately fell to the ground.
Splattered blood stained his trench coat. Looking at Wang Pansan, who was only left with his upper body, Liu Haoyu cursed under his breath.
“Damn it!”
Qin Liu’s small face turned pale with fright at the bloody scene before her.
The scene before them could no longer be called a slaughterhouse; it was like a flesh and blood hell. The shredded bones and flesh had stained the entire machine red. Wang Pansan’s pupils, left only with his upper body, lost all focus. His hollow eyes and desperate expression stared at Liu Haoyu.
“It seems we were still a step too late.”
The man exhaled heavily. He instinctively reached for a cigarette, but realized he was still wearing a gas mask, so he gave up.
He closed Wang Pansan’s unwilling eyes and took out a talisman, lit it, and placed it in Wang Pansan’s mouth.
“Alas… rest in peace.”
This would allow his soul to find peace and erase any trace of Liu Haoyu’s presence here.
Liu Haoyu stood up quietly, his gaze calm and solemn.
Although he had witnessed such a terrifying and bloody event with his own eyes, he did not panic. Instead, he was quite calm.
The dead were a common occurrence in supernatural events, and he was mentally prepared for it.
“It seems… there’s no need to hold back.”
His tone was exceptionally cold.
In fact, when he first came, he still had a slight intention to negotiate, and it would be best if he could communicate with Shirley Lai.
But now, it seemed that the other party had completely lost the ability to communicate and had become a complete indiscriminate killer.
In this situation, there was naturally no need to reason with the other party.
“Qin Liu, can you sense the other party’s aura?”
“I can barely sense a little,” Qin Liu said. “She seems to be heading towards the workshop.”
“The workshop…”
There were many people there. Did Shirley Lai intend to kill indiscriminately among the crowd?
Liu Haoyu frowned slightly. Based on the current information, the other party did have this ability.
Therefore, Liu Haoyu did not dare to delay any further and unhesitatingly chased after her towards the workshop.
From the outside, the entire building was brightly lit, but upon entering, they found that all the lights inside were extinguished.
The beam of his flashlight groped forward in the darkness. As they went deeper, the silence of the factory made them increasingly uneasy. Occasionally, the roar of machinery could be heard, which was so abrupt in this dead silent environment. This made Liu Haoyu once again think of Wang Pansan’s death.
After walking for a considerable distance, Liu Haoyu finally entered the workshop.
However, what he saw made him stop in his tracks.
Everyone in the entire workshop was lying on the ground in a mess, unconscious, as if cursed, all in a coma.
The resentment here was extremely strong, even with a pungent smell, like miasma? Liu Haoyu tightened the gas mask on his face and surveyed the surroundings with a solemn expression.
Just as he was about to continue searching, he heard the familiar singing voice again.
This was Shirley Lai’s voice. She was singing an eerie ballad from the 1980s, but the voice sounded extremely distorted, not like a sound that a human could produce.
Liu Haoyu scanned his surroundings, trying to find her trace, but he saw nothing. At that moment, he felt a chill from above.
“Watch out above!”
Qin Liu’s voice also echoed at this moment. Liu Haoyu rolled and dodged to the side.
When he adjusted his posture and prepared to fight, he saw Shirley Lai, wearing the uniform of Jiangliu University, pounce to his previous position.
Under Liu Haoyu’s gaze, she slowly stood up.
Her body was twisted beyond recognition, as if she had suffered countless pain and torture in her life.
She slowly turned around, and her face, with its features cut off, was exposed to Liu Haoyu. Her neck, connected by only a trace of flesh and blood, was attached to her dangling head. Her ferocious and desperate face no longer resembled that of a human.
Liu Haoyu felt the oppressive and terrifying resentment emanating from the other party and slowly uttered two words.
“Ghost slave…”
