The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 39
In the hotel’s fifth floor.
In the dimly lit corridor, a shadow is cast against the wall, slowly approaching room 502.
“Knock knock… Knock knock…”
A heavy knocking sound echoes.
Hiding under the blanket barrier, Wang Tingting’s palms suddenly heat up, the cinnabar on the talisman paper fades slightly.
“Who is it?”
Wang Tingting’s heart races, her whole body shaking like a sieve. Her eyes, filled with terror, are fixed on the door, fearing something sinister might burst in.
“It’s me, open the door.”
Chen Dalei’s voice comes from outside.
Wang Tingting’s tense nerves relax. She turns on the light, the bright light suddenly illuminating the room, causing her to blink uncomfortably.
“Wait a moment, I’ll open the door for you.”
She quickly walks to the door in her slippers and turns the doorknob.
“Creak—”
The door opens.
A shadow falls over Wang Tingting, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.
“Ah—”
A piercing scream echoes through the corridor.
“Where is my skin? Have you seen my skin?”
Chen Dalei, flayed, stands before her with a blurred mass of flesh and blood. His stomach is cut open, a large hole revealing that, like Ma Yue, his internal organs have been emptied, leaving only his intestines trailing on the ground.
This shocking scene almost scares Wang Tingting to death.
“My skin, I want your skin…”
Chen Dalei, now a ghostly figure, raises his blood-drenched hand and lunges at Wang Tingting.
“No, don’t.”
Wang Tingting screams in terror, and in her panic, she throws the talisman she has been clutching tightly onto Chen Dalei.
Transformed into a ghostly entity, Chen Dalei lets out a painful howl as the talisman sticks to his rotting flesh, quickly burning it to ashes.
His screams grow more agonizing.
His face contorts, his features falling off one by one, until his face is no longer recognizable.
“Ah ah ah—”
The flesh on his body also starts falling off, revealing a bloody skeleton. In the end, his body dissolves into a puddle of mud in front of Wang Tingting.
Witnessing the entire event, Wang Tingting was also overwhelmed and fell headfirst to the ground, fainting from shock…
Ghosts are terrifying!
But the process of exterminating ghosts is even more terrifying!
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Elsewhere, in Room 301.
A man and two women, in a tumultuous entanglement.
Wen Yi, who had been injured, spent a lot of money in the mall to buy a recovery potion. At this moment, he was energetic and full of life, causing Zhou Ya and Huang Lina to be tearfully overwhelmed.
“Wen Yi, you are amazing.”
Huang Lina’s face blushed like a peach, her innocent and cute face tinged with charm and seduction in her eyes. She ran her fingers over Wen Yi’s upturned fox-like eyes and chuckled lightly, “Your face is so handsome, can I have it?”
Wen Yi’s lips curved into a smile. While indulging with Huang Lina, he laughed, “Miss, I rely on my face for a living. If I gave it to you, wouldn’t I become shameless?”
Huang Lina’s coquettish expression stiffened slightly, surprised that this man could remain lucid under her seduction.
“Wen Yi, I was just joking with you. Can’t you just humor me and agree?”
She clung to the man’s neck, coquettishly, but the next moment, her eyes widened in disbelief at Wen Yi’s face.
“I like women, but not those who are insatiably greedy.”
Wen Yi spoke indifferently, his eyes, usually full of charm, now cold and indifferent.
Huang Lina’s mouth gaped open as she coughed up blood profusely, splattering it on Wen Yi’s robust chest.
Her neck was slashed by a sharp blade, her skin and flesh torn open, and even her bones were cut, leaving only a thin layer of skin preventing complete decapitation.
“What a pity, I was not yet satisfied!”
Wen Yi covered Huang Lina’s eyes, closing her wide, lifeless eyes.
“Wen… Mr. Wen…”
Zhou Ya was already terrified out of her wits.
Players can kill each other, but no player dares to kill openly.
Wen Yi’s actions terrified Zhou Ya to the core.
This man is a madman.
“Miss Zhou, you’ve seen everything. Should I kill you too to keep you silent?”
Wen Yi wiped the blood splattered on his face, his bloodthirsty eyes eager.
“No, please spare me, I won’t tell anyone,” Zhou Ya said, trembling all over.
Wen Yi smiled faintly, “Miss Zhou is a smart woman. How could I bear to kill someone so intelligent!”
Zhou Ya trembled even more, realizing this man was more dangerous and terrifying than any ghost.
“Wen—Yi—Brother.”
On the bed, Huang Lina suddenly opened her eyes.
She sat up straight, her head tilted on her severed neck, connected only by a layer of skin.
Blood, unstoppable blood, spurted from her severed neck like a fountain, her head bathed in fresh blood. With her face covered in blood, she opened her resentful eyes wide and hoarsely said, “Why did you kill me?”
“Why did you kill me?”
“Why did you kill me?”
Her resentment peaked, her naked body in a bizarre pose on the bed, her head hanging upside down on her neck, like a large meatball.
Wen Yi had not expected Huang Lina to turn into a ghost so quickly. Without hesitation, taking advantage of Zhou Ya’s moment of stupor, he immediately pushed her in front of himself as a shield.
“Pfft—”
Huang Lina’s hand pierced through Zhou Ya’s chest, warm blood splattering on Wen Yi’s face.
Seizing this brief gap, Wen Yi rushed out of the door, fleeing the room.
“Wen Yi, why did you push me out?”
In the corridor, Zhou Ya’s ghost blocked Wen Yi’s way.
Her chest was torn open, blood flowing, her eyes filled with unwilling resentment.
“Wen Yi Brother, why did you kill me?”
Behind, Huang Lina’s ghost also pursued, her body clinging to the ceiling of the corridor, her head hanging upside down, her dead eyes staring downwards, emitting a chilling gaze.
Blocked at the front and back, Wen Yi looked at the elevator beside him and immediately thought of something.
He hurriedly pressed the elevator button.
“Ding—”
The elevator doors opened swiftly this time.
But the scene inside changed Wen Yi’s expression drastically.
In the blood-soaked elevator, Ma Yue’s corpse appeared again.
The steel cables at the top of the elevator shook violently, Ma Yue’s neck completely broken. His body fell heavily, creating a dull sound in the elevator, and his lone head rolled to Wen Yi’s feet.
A cold voice without warmth sounded: “Wen Yi, I have no skin left, can you give me yours?”
Having live-streamed over a dozen times, even the usually unflappable Wen Yi couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck.”
He kicked away Ma Yue’s head, took out a prop purchased from the system, and prepared to break through… But a chill suddenly struck from behind him.
“My lord.”
The head of a beauty stuck close to his ear, her crimson tongue licking Wen Yi’s ear, the strong stench overwhelming, making it hard to keep one’s eyes open.
Wen Yi’s body stiffened, his eyes shifting to the rear, seeing two rows of uneven teeth…