Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the bus.
The yellow-haired Wang Ge swayed as he slowly woke from unconsciousness. Opening his eyes and seeing the bus full of ghosts, he was already numb to the terror.
“Hell, this is hell. I’m already dead, so there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore!”
He mumbled nervously to himself, a foolish grin spreading across his face.
“What’s wrong with this human?”
“He seems like he’s gone stupid.”
“Mom says if you get close to an idiot, you’ll catch it.”
In an instant, the previously cramped bus suddenly felt spacious.
The ghosts all looked at Wang Ge with disdain.
Although they ate human flesh and drank human blood, it didn’t mean they didn’t have standards!
The mentally broken Wang Ge, seeing that the ghosts were avoiding him, became even more convinced that he had already “received his boxed meal.”
“Being dead isn’t so bad. If I’m dead, I won’t have to be afraid of ghosts anymore. If I can’t beat them, I might as well join them.”
He raised his hand, showing a kind smile, and greeted the ghosts, saying: “Hi everyone, I’m your new member, Wang Ge. From now on, I’m part of the Horror World family. I hope you’ll take care of me, and together, let’s work to defeat humanity.”
“Idiot.”
“Moron.”
“Lunatic.”
The ghosts ignored Wang Ge completely. His mood instantly plummeted, and with tears welling in his eyes, he actually started crying out of grievance.
Unwelcome in life, and now despised even in death.
“What is this place? Why is the bus stopped here?”
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wang Ge looked out the window. Not far away, faint flickers of firelight dispelled much of the darkness, allowing him to see that he was in a tunnel.
Perhaps because he was convinced he had already died, Wang Ge grew a bit braver. He unfastened his seatbelt and got off the bus, walking alone toward the source of the firelight.
He had barely taken a few steps when the smell of roasted meat wafted to his nose, making him swallow unconsciously.
“Could it be that there’s a barbecue up ahead?”
Wang Ge continued walking, his steps quickening. A few minutes later, he finally got closer. But when he saw the scene in front of him…
Amidst the raging flames, countless corpses writhed and screamed in agony as they were consumed by fire. A sadistic and bloodthirsty maniac, holding a massive axe, swung it down with brutal force. Several human heads flew into the air, blood spraying high into the sky…
“Mom, so hell is this terrifying after all.”
Wang Ge’s vision went black, and he fainted again!
—
Because Qing Li was too savage, the corpses on the ground quickly piled up like mountains. The controlled corpses began to retreat, withdrawing into the cracks of the tunnel.
“Dr. Chu, are there enough bodies this time?”
Qing Li hoisted her massive axe, her fair cheeks glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
“That’s enough. Thank you for your hard work,” Chu Ci said with a smile. He sheathed his scalpel, his slender, articulate fingers as perfect as a fine piece of art. Despite cutting through so many corpses’ heads, not a single drop of blood had tainted his hands.
In stark contrast, Qing Li was drenched in blood. No wonder she could scare a living person into fainting.
[Is it finally over? If it dragged on any longer, I was worried the stream would get shut down for being too violent.]
[I seriously suspect what Little Country Girl did for a living before this. How can she chop up so many corpses without batting an eye?]
[My mom asked me why I was hugging the toilet and eating poop, but actually, I’ve been throwing up like crazy.]
[For the first time, I think Little Country Girl is scarier than the ghosts (crying gif).]
Once again, Qing Li’s performance shattered the viewers’ perception of her.
“I’ll go bring the bus over. Let’s load all these corpses onto it later, and I’ll help you deliver them back to the hospital,” Qing Li said cheerfully.
Chu Ci’s smile remained gentle as he replied softly, “Thank you.”
Just as the two were about to clean up the aftermath, a sudden wave of danger swept over them.
From the cracks in the tunnel, human hands emerged one by one. The arms clawed at the edges of the fissure as an enormous head squeezed its way through. The head was so large that its features were grotesquely distorted as it forced its way out. From its mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, countless thick tendrils wriggled out.
The small fry had gone; now came the big one.
The massive head finally broke free, followed by its bloated segmented body. Human torsos were fused together, their arms supporting the grotesque form as it crawled.
The scene was overwhelmingly grotesque and nauseating.
A human centipede built from human bodies—this monstrous creation defied all reason, shattering the limits of human decency.
Qing Li’s expression darkened. She had no patience for such disgusting abominations.
“Roar—!”
The enormous head let out a long howl, its blood-red tongue over a meter long. The centipede-like body propped up its front half as countless arms flailed in the air. The scene was as horrifying as it was surreal.
“You’re ugly enough to offend me.”
This time, Qing Li didn’t hesitate. Between her index and middle fingers, she held a lightning talisman upright and began chanting an incantation. The air around her stirred despite the stillness, her hair whipping back as a blinding light gathered at her fingertips. In an instant, the talisman burned to ash.
“Perish—”
As her words fell, the pitch-dark tunnel was suddenly filled with eerie flashes of lightning. Several thick bolts of lightning struck down simultaneously, landing squarely on the massive parasite.
Sensing the danger, the parasite let out another piercing shriek, its giant head lashing out as countless arms swung toward Qing Li.
“Boom—!”
Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and dust billowed.
Everything came to a standstill.
Qing Li’s pupils suddenly contracted as she leaped back. She watched in shock as the enormous parasite broke through the lightning strike, slamming down precisely where she had been standing moments earlier.
“So, you’ve got thick skin and tough flesh.”
Qing Li dodged out of the way, brushing off the dust on her small padded jacket with a swift motion. Her sharp gaze became more serious.
“Dr. Chu, making a woman do all the work is really exhausting,” Qing Li said faintly.
Chu Ci smiled slightly as he stepped out of the shadows and positioned himself in front of Qing Li. In a gentle voice, he said, “Then take a break. I’ll handle the next part.”
[Why does it feel like something’s off with their conversation?]
[I suspect these two are “driving”, and I have screenshots as proof.]
[So what if they’re “driving”? Our Little Country Girl has a license (mischievous gif).]
[If they’re “driving” now, does that mean they’ll book a room next time?]
[Someone, kick out that pervy commenter above!]
The tense atmosphere instantly dissipated in the live stream as the audience joked around.
Standing in front of Qing Li, Chu Ci didn’t immediately take out his scalpel this time. Instead, he calmly and methodically put on a pair of gloves.
A conspicuous surgical suture ran along his wrist, catching Qing Li’s attention and narrowing her eyes slightly.
She began to suspect that this man might be pieced together from multiple human corpses.
Even with gloves on, his long, slender fingers were noticeable. But when he pulled out his next tool, Qing Li fell silent.
A chainsaw suddenly appeared in Chu Ci’s hand, its roaring buzz echoing endlessly in the tunnel.
He turned back with a smile and explained, “This is a tool I use for amputation surgeries.”