The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 54

In the unfinished building, it’s dark and damp. On the unpainted cement walls, there are several irregular dark stains.

Qing Li steps on the stairs, the tip of her large machete scraping against them, creating a grating sound that echoes in the cold hallway…

“Thump thump thump—”

“Thump thump thump—”

The chaotic footsteps get closer and closer.

?Have you noticed something wrong??

?What’s wrong? Where??

?Those marks on the wall seem to be getting bigger.?

An audience member in the live stream points out.

Then everyone notices that the irregular marks on the cement wall are indeed getting larger and more numerous, and their shapes are increasingly resembling human figures.

It’s as if…

Many recall horror movies they’ve seen, where a psychotic killer hides bodies by sealing them in walls with cement, and eventually, the decaying bodily fluids seep through, leaving human-shaped marks on the wall.

So many dense human-shaped marks—if each one represents a body, how many people must have died?

The thought is chilling to the bone.

“Bang—Bang—Bang”

Suddenly, a black spherical object falls from the stairs.

“Sister, can you pick up my head for me?”

At the top of the stairs stands a headless corpse, its clothes tattered and stained with large patches of dried blood, the severed neck gruesomely bloody and ragged.

Qing Li lowers her head, at her feet lies a severely decomposed head, its flesh mostly fallen off, leaving two bloody holes for eyes, like bottomless black pits, now staring at Qing Li.

“Sorry, I’m a clean freak.”

Qing Li silently steps up a stair, ignoring it.

“Sister, can you pick up my arm for me?”

The chilling voice comes again from above.

Two slender arms lie on the step, covered in horrifying bruises and even scars from cigarette burns, the wounds at their severed ends neatly cut.

Qing Li doesn’t speak, just continues to ascend the stairs.

“Sister, can you pick up my legs for me?”

Above the stairs, the headless corpse now only has a torso.

Its bloody thighs are covered in intersecting scars, both new and old, and in some places, large areas of skin seem to have been cut off directly. The brutality of these acts is unimaginable, making one wonder what horrors this young boy must have endured.

At this moment, Qing Li’s face finally showed a hint of emotion. With a sorrowful expression, she said, “The little guy without hands and feet is really pitiful, I will help you now.”

The audience in the live broadcast room began to overflow with sympathy for the little boy.

Although he was terrifying, the way he died was extremely tragic.

[Those cigarette butts, bruises, and the scars on his thighs, this child must have suffered inhuman abuse in his life.]

[Also, his eyes were gouged out. I heard that psychopaths who kill often like to remove their victims’ eyes because they are afraid the ghosts will remember their faces after death.]

[To the person above, how come you know so much about psychopaths? I suspect you are one too.]

[Get lost, I’m not as crazy as the little village girl.]

The live broadcast room fell silent…

However, just when the audience thought Qing Li would help the little boy pick up his thighs, Qing Li kicked the bloody thighs down the steps.

The thighs fell where the arms were, and the sight of the dismembered limbs was horrifying.

Qing Li squinted her eyes and smiled, “Now your arms and legs are together, so you can pick them up yourself.”

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned for a moment.

[The village girl’s kick destroyed much of my sympathy.]

[I thought the village girl was going to be kind-hearted, turns out I was too naive.]

[He’s just a kid…]

[The village girl did the right thing. Why should she help him pick up his arms and legs? He definitely had ill intentions.]

[Not many ghosts are good. Don’t let your guard down just because he’s a child.]

Some viewers were instantly awakened by the comments.

They were fooled by the tragic death of the little boy and began to feel sympathy, almost forgetting that this is a horror world.

The so-called ghosts are all wolves in sheep’s clothing!

Unfooled by Qing Li, the little boy began to reveal his true form.

Under the steps, his limbs combined, his arms and legs connecting under his head, resembling a four-legged spider. From his empty eye sockets, eerie red lights emerged, and an evil aura gradually condensed.

“Sister, my body is already broken, can I have yours?”

His arms crawled up the steps, sharp nails scraping against the cement, making a grating sound, and dragging a trail of blood on the steps.

Qing Li stood on the steps, looking down from a high position.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry to deliver food, so I don’t have time to play with you.”

If she delayed any longer, her dear customers would starve.

Qing Li put away her large cleaver, formed a hand seal, and unhesitatingly struck the little boy with a thunderbolt from her palm.

“Boom—”

Cement dust flew, and the little boy’s reassembled body instantly fell apart again.

“Wuwuwu, you’re bullying me, you’re a bad sister.”

The little boy, struck by lightning in his head, let out a painful cry. As his crying grew louder, the gloomy atmosphere in the corridor became denser.

“Who is bullying my good baby?”

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

At the turn of the stairs, a woman dressed in a red blood-colored garment appeared, her face covered by her hair, but the resentment in her eyes could not be hidden.

Having dealt with the younger one, now the elder one appears.

But this elder one looked somewhat familiar.

“Oh, it’s you, pretty sister,” Qing Li greeted warmly.

The red-clothed female ghost, hearing this familiar voice, instinctively took a step back.

“Are you that shameless organ trafficker?” she asked, eyeing Qing Li warily.

That day, she wanted to take a bus to the Starving Ghost Restaurant to pack food for her son, but on the way, she encountered a crazy female driver who wanted her eyeballs.

Luckily, she ran fast.

Otherwise, she would have ended up blind like her son, a disabled ghost.

“Pretty sister, we really are fated,” Qing Li said with a happy smile.

Red-clothed female ghost: “…”

Fated, my ass!

Without another word, the red-clothed female ghost grabbed her son’s head, along with his arms and legs, and took off running.

“Mama, why are you running? She hit me, help me kill her. I want to eat her flesh and then use her head as a ball,” the little boy yelled angrily.

The red-clothed female ghost gave her son’s head a big pinch and said fiercely, “That woman is an organ trafficker, she specializes in stealing children’s organs. If you see her again, you must run fast.”

The little boy, trembling in the ghost’s embrace, said fearfully, “I understand, Mama.”

No wonder that human was so ferocious. She was a child stealer.

Wuwuwu, humans are so bad.