Duan Lang couldn't wait to be by his parents' side to help them, but when he tried calling his sister, the phone was still off.
"Liu Xia, are you still alive?"
Duan Lang felt a sense of urgency like never before. He knew he had to complete tasks quickly and learn everything he could about the situation.
He decided to visit Liu Jian's house.
Knocking on the door, Liu Jian opened it, his expression flat and unreadable.
"What's up?" Liu Jian asked.
"Liu Ge, I want to go to 604. Can you come with me?" Duan Lang asked.
"Now?"
Liu Jian had been injured earlier when he went downstairs. With their relationship only at the friendly level, Liu Jian had no obligation to help.
"I'm worried about what might happen if we wait too long," Duan Lang replied.
"Alright, wait for me," Liu Jian said.
Duan Lang was a little surprised by his quick agreement.
"The person there is also watching my daughter. I need to check it out."
Liu Jian explained.
Duan Lang nodded in understanding.
Liu Jian closed the door, then opened it again, holding a large kitchen knife. He looked like someone ready for a fight. That made Duan Lang feel a bit more reassured.
"Liu Ge, just watch my moves. I have a gun," Duan Lang revealed.
Liu Jian shook his head. "A gun won't do much against us. If it were a person, though, it could."
Duan Lang froze. That sentence held important information—Liu Jian knew he was human!
But his gun wasn't an ordinary one.
The two headed towards 604.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Who's there?"
"It's your neighbor. I'm here to fix the plumbing," Duan Lang answered.
The door creaked open slowly. In the dim light of the hallway, a pair of pitch-black eyes stared at Duan Lang, immediately giving off an oppressive feeling.
"Come in." A cold voice spoke from the other side.
The door fully opened.
The room was pitch-black, no furniture in sight. An eerie chill filled the air. Duan Lang couldn't see the homeowner, who was likely hiding behind the door, planning a surprise attack.
Duan Lang exchanged a look with Liu Jian, who lowered his voice, "Follow me."
Liu Jian walked in first, and Duan Lang hesitated before following.
The door slammed shut behind them. Darkness enveloped them, mixed with the smells of mold and a heavy stench of blood.
Duan Lang quickly pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight.
He saw Liu Jian ahead and a person on the left, hunched over, their head lowered. All he could see were their toes, not their face.
"I'm Duan Lang, and this is Liu Ge. We're neighbors," Duan Lang introduced.
The person raised their hand slowly and pointed toward a direction—towards the bathroom.
Duan Lang felt a little irritated. Was this guy really going to treat him like a plumber? Should he give him a bullet to show he wasn't just there to fix the pipes?
He quickly pushed the thought aside and decided to focus on completing the task first.
He moved toward the bathroom and found it clogged. Taking out his tools, he began working on it.
"Gurgle!"
A mass of black, tangled hair was pulled out, followed by a surge of filthy, disgusting waste.
In the dim light, Duan Lang's phone illuminated the toilet. There, he saw something horrifying—human eyes, scalp, hair, and minced flesh.
He immediately turned his head and vomited, unable to hold it back.
The homeowner of 604 had killed someone, chopped up the body, and dumped the remains in the toilet, causing the clog.
His heart raced wildly.
If it weren't for Liu Jian being there with him, he would have been in a truly dangerous situation. He needed to find a chance to eliminate this threat. The 604 resident was unsettling.
A moment later.
"Done," Duan Lang said, his face pale.
The person with their head lowered didn't speak, their face still hidden. From the moment Duan Lang entered, they hadn't shown their face.
Horror Prompt:You helped the 604 resident clear the blocked toilet and completed an F-rank daily task. You earned 10 free attribute points and 1000 horror points.
That was a decent reward.
Why was the reward so high?
He'd completed F-rank tasks before and only earned 5 points for free attribute points. This time, it was 10.
But he wasn't complaining.
Duan Lang quickly muttered, "Check 604 resident's favorability."
Character: Yang ZhengkangFavorability: Neutral
This guy was no good, Duan Lang thought. He had no sense of gratitude.
Duan Lang forced a smile. "Well, we'll be going now."
The man with his head lowered took a step back, stepping aside to indicate they could leave.
Suddenly, Duan Lang drew his gun and fired a shot into the darkness.
The view was obstructed by the dark, but Duan Lang fired based purely on instinct.
Bang!
A shrill scream echoed. Duan Lang immediately bolted for the door and turned on the lights in the room.
The lights blazed, briefly blinding them.
The 604 resident had not expected Duan Lang to suddenly attack. The bullet hit his left shoulder, piercing through it. The bullet carried a trace of cursed power, causing immense pain.
"Liu Ge!"
Liu Jian reacted quickly, swinging his kitchen knife toward Yang Zhengkang.
Liu Jian's knife was a specialized bone-chopping cleaver. With one swift and accurate strike, it hit Yang Zhengkang's neck, sending disgusting black goo splattering out.
The scream that followed wasn't human.
Seeing Liu Jian's efficient move, Duan Lang felt reinvigorated.
Now was the time to strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His aim wasn't the best. Three shots, and only two hit—one in the arm, the other in the chest.
However, Yang Zhengkang didn't die. Instead, he backed into a corner, his body moving like a strange lizard climbing up the wall, hissing and growling.
Finally, Duan Lang saw Yang Zhengkang's face—a pale, twisted face, shaped like a cone, with sunken eyes filled with black pupils.
Triggering Trickster Skill:Your shameless sneak attack has enraged the 604 resident: You've received: Mountain Cleaver
Item: Mountain CleaverDescription: A cursed mountain cleaver with immense power.
Hint:There was never a world of martial arts, only a tough guy from Kowloon Bay, who would never back down!
This weapon was impressive.
Yang Zhengkang hissed with fury, his movements fast as he lunged at Duan Lang.
Duan Lang was ready. He quickly grabbed the Mountain Cleaver from his inventory and slashed at the charging creature with all his might.
Whoosh!
The cleaver cut through Yang Zhengkang's waist, severing his body into two. The cursed power in the blade caused immense agony.
Yang Zhengkang dragged his upper body toward the corner, weak and nearing death. His eyes, still filled with rage, locked onto Duan Lang and Liu Jian.
Liu Jian glanced at his kitchen knife and then at Duan Lang's massive cleaver, his face showing a pained expression.
How much longer could this thing survive?
Judging by its condition, it was nearly dead. Another strike would finish it.
As Liu Jian moved forward, Duan Lang's excitement grew. This was his first demon kill in the horror world.
Suddenly, Liu Jian spoke, "Can I have him?"
Duan Lang turned to look at Liu Jian and nodded slightly. "Liu Ge, what do you need him for?"
Without saying a word, Liu Jian stepped forward. A terrible, tortured scream filled the air.
Duan Lang's stomach churned, and he spun around, vomiting uncontrollably.
After emptying his stomach, he felt a little better.
When he looked back, Liu Jian's face showed a satisfied expression as he glanced at the motionless lower half of Yang Zhengkang's body.