mesbooks Chapter 358 What good will it do to know?
Chapter 358 What good will it do to know?
The luxurious villa was now in complete chaos.
Whether it's the first floor or the second floor, there are human remains and dismemberments almost everywhere, including some bizarre and grotesque body parts.
The air was thick with the stench of blood; just walking through it was enough to make your eyes red and your cough run uncontrollably.
At least... that's how A-Yuan coughs.
Of all the players, only A Yuan is still safe... although he himself doesn't really think so.
But the shattered second-floor windows, the heart-wrenching screams of some players... and the limbs that looked like human bodies being torn apart and thrown downstairs...
A-Yuan admitted that he was so scared that his legs were shaking.
too frightening.
If it weren't for the fact that the strangely transformed butler in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of harming him, he probably would have fainted long ago.
However, the butler was surprisingly quiet.
A Yuan swallowed hard and cautiously turned his head to peek at the housekeeper.
The butler was still transformed into a rotten rose, with only his head remaining human-shaped. However, his face, hidden among the rose petals, still looked somewhat frightening.
"What are you looking at?"
The old housekeeper suddenly turned her head, and rotten flower petals fell from her cheek as a result of her movement.
A-Yuan was startled and quickly shook her head: "No, no! I was just looking around..."
A-Yuan is a very timid person.
He never hid this from the beginning. It's not exactly a good form, but it is indeed a microcosm of most players.
"……do not be afraid."
The old housekeeper seemed to sense his fear, and her hand, which had transformed into vines and leaves, reached out towards A-Yuan.
"!"
A Yuan suppressed his fear and endured it for a long time before he could stand still.
His intuition told him it was best not to move around... otherwise he might not be so safe.
He turned out to be smart for once.
The butler didn't seem to have any intention of harming him; the thorny vine "hand" merely touched his head lightly before retracting it.
“I will not harm the lady,” the old housekeeper’s voice seemed to carry a heavy, bloodthirsty undertone.
"Let's wait a little longer, let's wait a little longer."
"..."
Actually, A-Yuan wanted to ask her what she was waiting for.
But he didn't dare ask, and could only cower to one side, praying that nothing would happen to Qi Weitao and Lan Ping.
The old housekeeper simply stared at the villa, which reeked of blood, her hazy, cloudy eyes filled with hatred now completely black.
She needs to wait for her daughter to come out.
Even if... the other person doesn't actually know her at all.
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Qi Weitao and Lan Ping hid in the bathroom of a room, blocking the frosted glass door tightly with various items, afraid that the "ladies" outside would discover them.
"Will it be over by then?"
Qi Weitao was panting. After all, he was not young anymore, and the short time he had been on the run had left him exhausted. His legs were so weak that he could barely move them.
"it should be OK."
Lan Ping's face was deathly pale. Overusing her talent skill had left her collapsed on the ground, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her throat.
She covered her mouth and gagged. "...The 'Madam' won't be coming here for now. We just need to wait a little longer."
Lan Ping's innate skills were quite useful, giving them a lot of breathing room while being chased by "Madam".
Fortunately, not many people know about her talent and skills yet.
Qi Weitao sighed, leaned against the wall, and wiped the cold sweat from his face.
"Let's hope so, let's hope we can hold out until the end of the game."
Lanping did not answer for a moment.
She stared blankly at the frosted glass door they were blocking, worry and fear swirling in her mind for a while before finally uttering:
"Uncle Qi, are you sure Brother Yuan will be alright?"
Qi Weitao looked at her and chuckled, "No, he's the safest of all of us right now. Didn't you tell me that?"
"..." Lan Ping lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly. She swallowed the discomfort in her throat and silently clutched the hem of her clothes.
She knew it, but for some reason, she was still worried.
It's like, like she actually sensed something was wrong on the very first night.
Why didn't any of them think of going to the rescue when "Madam's" cries for help rang out...? Perhaps it was fear, or perhaps it was to avoid being marked by the monster; everyone seemed to have subconsciously forgotten one thing—
If they don't go out, the "lady" after death will surely come looking for them the following night.
But at the time, almost everyone forgot about this possibility.
It was as if, back then, all of their thoughts were confined within a framework, just like the people in the normal world who had not yet been corrupted, and they all adopted a detached attitude.
Nobody wanted to get out; nobody wanted to get involved in this mess.
It wasn't until the next day, when they saw the bloody handprints on the door, that they suddenly remembered the terrifying possibility that they might be targeted.
Their guess turned out to be correct.
"Madam" has really set her sights on them.
“…Uncle Qi,” Lan Ping’s mind went blank, and she spoke in a daze, subconsciously saying:
"Why do I have this feeling that the boss isn't the butler?"
"..."
"Who else could it be but the butler?"
Qi Weitao was amused by Lan Ping's words. His face, which was covered in wrinkles, smiled, making his honest and simple nature even more apparent.
"Don't think too much, it's giving me a headache," Qi Weitao said. "Let's just focus on getting through this game and surviving."
Lanping responded softly, suppressing the urge to vomit and her limp limbs, and slowly closed her eyes.
She knew that Qi Weitao was actually trying to comfort her.
During this period, even if she realized that the choice of BOSS might be wrong, there was nothing she could do.
They were squeezed into this tiny living space, just like every time before, they would huddle in a corner waiting to pass the level.
There was no way to leave, nor was there any way to contact those skilled players.
Even if we knew, what could we do?
They were weak, and even if they knew, they could only cower there and pray to leave the game instance alive.
The smile on Qi Weitao's face, who had his back to Lan Ping, slowly disappeared.
He wiped his face weakly; his palms were sticky and oily, a result of the fear unique to middle-aged people and the excessive secretion of oil due to slow metabolism.
There's nothing I can do... there's just nothing I can do...
Qi Weitao pinched his thigh hard, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
How could he be so useless?
When he heard something push open the frosted glass door and enter, Qi Weitao quietly and discreetly blocked Lan Ping, who had her eyes closed, from behind him.