The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 174
Qing Li, guided by the system’s thoughtful navigation, drives the ramshackle bus through continuous disasters and bloodshed, finally reaching her destination.
However, her driving skills are unbearable to watch, as she crashes directly into the mansion’s gate.
With a loud “bang,” the mansion’s iron gate collapses under the impact.
A few skeleton ghost butlers, dressed in suits, are startled. Who the hell is so reckless as to dare invade the Count’s mansion?
At this moment, a fluffy head with silly hair pokes out of the car window. Her wet eyes mix a trace of apology as she softly says, “Sorry, I stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.”
Skeleton ghost butler: “…”
“I am here to attend the gourmet party at the invitation of the mansion’s owner,” she says.
Qing Li holds a deep red invitation in her delicate white hand.
The skeleton ghost butlers feel the Count’s aura on the invitation. Their previously aggressive eyes instantly turn respectful: “So you are a distinguished guest of the Count.”
But this guest’s way of entering is truly unique.
Qing Li jumps off the bus, looking at its battered front with a trace of heartache in her eyes.
This was her first vehicle, filled with many beautiful memories.
Suddenly, Qing Li has an idea…
The skeleton ghost butlers refer to the villa’s owner as the Count, so he must be wealthy!
Qing Li’s eyes twinkle, and her innocent face suddenly takes on a different expression. She coldly says, “Your mansion’s gate broke my car. How will you compensate?”
Skeleton ghost butler: (*???)!!
What a shameless and brazen statement!
“This distinguished guest, you broke the mansion’s gate, and we haven’t asked for compensation yet!”
So… how dare you ask for compensation first?
However, Qing Li takes her illogical argument to the extreme, snorting, “Nonsense. My car was driving fine. If your mansion wasn’t illegally built in the middle of the road, how could I have hit it?”
The skeleton ghost butler’s face is expressionless, but his clattering jaws convey his grinding frustration.
This human, so shameless!
[She’s hit the jackpot with her brazen demands, a true paragon in the world of scamming.]
[It’s infuriating to witness such blatant scamming right before my eyes, yet I can’t help but admire it: well done.]
[Although I can’t see the skeleton ghost’s expression, I can feel their anger and helplessness through the screen.]
[Indeed, they’re grinding their teeth so much they might wear them down.]
After receiving a sum of compensation, Qing Li contentedly follows the skeleton ghost butlers to the banquet hall.
As its name suggests, the Rose Manor is filled with lush, enticing red roses blooming under the bright moonlight, exuding a mysterious and charming fragrance.
Qing Li’s gaze stays on the roses. She suddenly lowers her head to look at the soil beneath the vines, where several plump maggots roll around in the dark red soil.
Seeing Qing Li slow down, the skeleton ghost butler explains, “These roses are all carefully nurtured by the Count.”
Speaking of the Count, his tone is full of respect.
Qing Li’s mouth curls into a smile, revealing sharp little fangs. She says cheerily, “That’s wonderful. I have some insights into gardening and must take this opportunity to exchange ideas with the Count.”
The skeleton ghost butler asks reflexively, “Oh, what flowers do you like?”
Qing Li replies, “Head-blooming flowers.”
Skeleton Ghost Butler: “!!!”
Qing Li follows the skeleton ghost butler to an ancient castle.
Under the dim moonlight, the sinister castle gates stand open, like a giant beast with its bloody maw agape.
“This lady, to add some fun to the banquet, the Count has set up several small games. From here on, you’ll have to proceed alone. I wish you good luck,” the skeleton ghost butler says, making a gesture of invitation.
Clearly, the castle is fraught with danger.
The so-called “small games” are surely deadly traps.
Qing Li bends her lips into a smile, remarking, “The Count sure has a variety of tricks!”
She enters the castle, immediately assaulted by an overwhelming stench of blood.
In the darkness, growls resembling those of wild beasts resonate from all around.
Qing Li, able to see in the night, observes the scene inside the castle, her face expressionless.
Several large, humanoid dogs with bared teeth and aggressive stares fix their eyes on Qing Li. Clear saliva drips from their modified canine teeth.
The floor is littered with bloody bones and remnants of flesh.
Suddenly, Qing Li spots a human head, mutilated beyond recognition.
Her expression shifts slightly; this head belonged to a player who had joined her in this game.
The live stream audience also recognizes the identity of the head.
[Sigh, this mission is too difficult. Of the five players, all but the village girl have perished.]
[This player, besides the village girl, was the only one to receive ten positive reviews. He was a Michelin-starred chef in the real world, yet he met his end here.]
[These monsters are human modifications, turning them into cannibals. The creatures of this horror world are truly twisted.]
Seeing the modified humanoid dogs, the live stream audience becomes enraged.
In the darkness, a hoarse voice rang out.
“Hungry—”
“So hungry—”
A gigantic humanoid dog slowly approached Qing Li.
Their skin was peeled off and then sewn back with patches of dog fur. Due to the crude stitching, the wounds had rotted and festered, even crawling with tiny maggots.
After the transformation, they were imprisoned in this dark, ancient castle, suffering both physical pain and starvation.
Some humanoid dogs died from infected wounds. The starving ones, unable to bear the hunger, began to devour the dead bodies.
However, more humanoid dogs retained their humanity. They refused to be tamed, to become real beasts.
But with prolonged starvation, their bodies grew weak.
When those who had become beasts attacked, they had no strength to resist and were torn to pieces, becoming food for their kind.
Later, when the weaker ones were all eaten, the stronger humanoid dogs began to kill each other for survival.
At that moment, Qing Li entered. The starving humanoid dogs’ eyes gleamed with a green light.
Qing Li was expressionless. Though they were human, they had lost all humanity.
In an instant, as a humanoid dog pounced, Qing Li drew a large cleaver from thin air. With a swift motion, the humanoid dog’s neck was severed.
“Spurt—”
Blood gushed from the severed neck.
The remaining humanoid dogs pounced on the corpse, tearing it apart, blood spattering everywhere.
Qing Li’s eyes darkened. Taking advantage of the others feasting on the corpse, she wielded her knife, slaughtering them all.