Chapter 1 The Chase

The Sand Scorpion group saw Edward and Barbara come out and, like Suren, tried to strike up a conversation to glean information.

"Hey, Mr. Edward..."

"Oh, beautiful Miss Barbara..."

"..."

Regardless of the opening line, as long as it didn't trigger any keywords, the two key NPCs completely ignored these "unrecognized" Wastelanders and left directly.

The group of Wastelanders were snubbed and could only turn their attention to Suren, who came out later.

"Hey, you!"

Gallopp stopped Suren with a gloomy face.

He didn't mince words and questioned him impolitely, "What did you say to those two guys just now?"

......

Suren had long noticed that the Sand Scorpion group was watching his every move, from entering the banquet hall to entering the backstage... and now.

Looking at these guys who were obviously up to no good, he frowned.

Explaining anything would be a waste of time.

Suren didn't want to pay attention to these people, and turned a deaf ear to Gallopp's words. But when he tried to leave, he was blocked by the Sand Scorpion group members who were reaching for their guns and knives.

He finally asked coldly, "What do you mean by this?"

Gallopp asked again, "What did you say to those two ancients just now?"

Suren frowned at the aggressive attitude and retorted, "Am I obliged to explain to you?"

After all, he was the leader of a respectable Wastelander group, and Gallopp naturally couldn't say that he was trying to forcefully extract information.

He said righteously, "I told you before when I came in, don't trigger any special plots. Did you take my words as wind in your ears?"

At this time, a lackey also stood up, pretending to be reasonable, and said, "Group Leader Gallopp is right! Those two ancients are guests on the second floor. If we don't go up there by midnight, we're all dead. So, you must give us an explanation!"

An explanation was a pretext, and the real goal was to get information.

Since the discovery of this cursed space, one or two thousand people had entered. Any discerning person could see that the "Magician" and "Diva" were not simple, but no one had ever heard of anyone being able to get any useful information out of those two.

The Wastelanders were also very clear that the first floor was just an appetizer, and the real treasures were with the VIPs on the second or third floors.

Discovering some alchemy knowledge or alchemical items was definitely an opportunity to get rich overnight.

Now that a lucky guy had found the "trick," how could they not be envious?

Seeing Suren's attitude of wanting to "hog" everything, Gallopp threatened, "You better explain clearly. Otherwise, whoever triggers any dangerous plot, I don't mind taking them out first."

......

Suren didn't mind explaining a few words originally.

It wasn't Suren who was going to kill them, but the five major family Wastelander groups outside.

From the moment room 1021 was opened, it was destined that the Wastelander groups entering the cursed space would be wiped out. If you didn't trigger the plot, you would definitely die, but if you triggered it, you would have a chance to survive...

However, the surrounding malice was like a needle prick.

This guy really had the intention to kill.

Suren's face was completely devoid of any expression, and he asked calmly, "Are you going to kill me?"

Gallopp snorted coldly, an unspoken implication: it's good that you know.

However, no one expected Suren to be like a greenhorn, completely misunderstanding the situation.

He just said a simple word, "Oh."

Oh?

Seeing that Suren didn't give him any face, Gallopp's face turned livid.

The Sand Scorpion group of lackeys were also unhappy, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and immediately went berserk.

"Kid, our leader is talking to you nicely, but you're ignoring him? Do you really think we wouldn't dare to touch you just because there are guards here?!"

"Group Leader Gallopp, don't waste words with this kind of person. I say, if he doesn't give us a satisfactory explanation, just tie him up and take him to the wine cellar and kill him."

"..."

The Wastelander group no longer concealed their intentions, and the questioning turned into a blatant threat to life.

If it weren't for the hotel guards, someone would have died long ago.

However, it wouldn't be Suren, but them.

Blocked again, Suren was also a little impatient with being pestered.

He was no longer polite, "Get out."

The Sand Scorpion group's hooliganism wasn't cultivated in a day or two. They were used to being tyrannical, so how could they listen to such arrogant words?

As soon as he said that, someone immediately jumped out, "Kid, who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like that?"

Now that things had come to this point, Suren didn't hide his killing intent, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He tilted his head and looked at the group of people, "My name... knowing it will lead to death, are you sure you want to know?"

Gallopp's heart trembled inexplicably when he heard this.

He realized that he might have encountered a tough customer.

Could it be that he had some background, that's why he was so arrogant?

But this was the cursed space!

Heh... if he really had a background, it would be even more unforgivable to let him leave alive!

Gallopp's eyes became increasingly cold.

Although the Sand Scorpion group was a little frightened by this aura, they couldn't possibly back down with more than a dozen people.

The vice leader raised his neck and said disdainfully, "Hahaha... are you trying to scare me? Come on, tell me, what's your name, I'll die if I hear it!"

Suren didn't waste any more words this time and said lightly, "Oh... my name is Suren."

As he spoke, he left the crowd without looking back.

This time, no one dared to stop him.

.......

He said... his name was Suren?

This name seemed to have a magical power.

A doubt arose in everyone's heart.

The name seemed very familiar, but they couldn't recall it at that moment.

No, it should be said that no one dared to think in that direction.

The group looked at each other, and they all saw the doubt and inexplicable unease in each other's eyes.

After a long while, someone said the possibility that almost everyone had thought of, his voice trembling, "It seems... that S-class wanted criminal who's been making a lot of noise recently... is named... Suren."

As soon as he said this, the whole world seemed to quiet down.

They looked at the lonely figure leaving and finally knew where his confidence came from.

They suddenly realized that what the guy said before wasn't a threat, but the truth.

The rules of the underworld were that it was a taboo to reveal one's face as a robber, or to give one's name as a wanted criminal.

If he was really that "S-class wanted criminal," would he let those who knew his identity live?

At that moment, they all heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

Even the leader of the Sand Scorpion group, Gallopp, turned pale.

Even though that person had his back to them, he didn't even dare to muster the courage to draw his gun.

Those who could be on the "S-class wanted list" all had the combat power to hunt down second-tier professionals. Were they the kind of small Wastelander groups that could provoke them?

Although he regretted it in his heart, it was too late.

Gallopp's face darkened.

"Boss, what if it's really that 'Suren'?"

"So what if he's a wanted criminal? Do you want me to kneel down and beg for mercy? Screw him! We'll kill that guy first at midnight. There are so many anomalies at that time, I don't believe he has three heads and six arms! We won't hunt for resources anymore, we'll just earn a bounty today!"

"That's right, he didn't dare to attack because he was also afraid of the guards. We can even find an opportunity to provoke a conflict and let the guards arrest him. At that time, even if he is really that wanted criminal, we can use the space rules to kill him!"

"..."

As soon as he said this, the others echoed his sentiments.

.......

The Sand Scorpion group didn't have the courage to open fire on the spot.

Suren didn't want to pay attention to them now either.

He walked over and met Edward and Barbara, who had just come downstairs.

They had just come down from the second floor and had brought a new partner with them, an old woman in a black robe with tattoos all over her face.

Edward introduced their partner to Suren, "This is Madam Achman, she is an exorcist and is good at dealing with some evil arts. We have another partner who will be down in a while."

"Okay."

Suren didn't say much and led the three to the door of room 1021.

He used his lock-picking skills to open the room.

Edward and the other two went in first, and then they saw the body on the bed.

The tattooed old woman also looked solemn and said, "This is indeed the corpse of the Faceless Man. If the corpse is destroyed, the caster will immediately sense it."

Edward also sighed and said, "The people in the hotel should all be corrupted now, so there's no need to evacuate. Let's prepare for battle."

Barbara didn't speak, but at this moment she had completed her succubus transformation, her pupils had turned red, and her tail had grown out. A strange pink mist appeared all over her body.

Suren didn't approach, but stood far away, hiding his body behind the Invisible Undead.

Just as the group was about to destroy the corpse, a man with a buzz cut came late.

When Edward and the other two saw him, they clearly knew him and greeted him, "Roscoe, you're here."

But as soon as this person came in, Suren's pupils suddenly shrank.

Looking at the guy's unusually large earlobes, he immediately thought of the front desk lady's description.

Thinking about it carefully, Suren exclaimed in his heart, "This guy is the one who came to open these four rooms... Tiger Garson!"

Upon appraisal, the name above this guy's head was also [The Demonized Beastmaster Roscoe].

.......

Demonized?

This guy arranged these four corpses!

It turned out that not only the old nun, but also Edward's teammate, was an inside agent.

Suren could even guess that these people had failed to deal with this incident a thousand years ago, and it had something to do with this guy.

However, even if he discovered this, there was no change in Suren's face.

The person had already arrived, so there was no need to say anything, they would definitely fight.

Three against one, the advantage was still there.

He didn't dare to reveal the truth, for fear of being targeted as the primary target by the "Demonized Roscoe." Instead, he silently took out the Ghoul Puppet, then pinched out the warlock seal, and quietly unsealed the Living Armor...

Edward and the others glanced at Suren's Spider Lance Living Armor, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the old woman had already taken out some red crystals and alchemical powders, wanting to destroy the corpse.

Suddenly, the buzz-cut man attacked!

He stretched his hands forward without warning, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two spotted vipers, opening their mouths to reveal their fangs, and biting towards the Magician's neck and the black-robed old woman in front of him.

Edward sensed the danger, and his figure suddenly flashed, directly teleporting to a spot several meters away.

But the black-robed old woman was unable to dodge and was bitten on the neck by the viper.

"Roscoe, what are you doing!"

"Be careful, he's been corrupted!"

"..."

Several urgent shouts.

Roscoe's face was numb, and black air surged wildly around him. An alchemical array lit up under his feet, and in the next second, thousands of densely packed spotted vipers suddenly poured into the entrance of room 1021!

The vipers had bloody mouths and bared their fangs as they swarmed towards the people in the room.

Moreover, even more strangely, a gray alchemical array suddenly lit up under the corpse of the Faceless Man on the bed.

The corpse... stood up straight!

Suren's scalp tingled, and he silently took out the burlap sack he had taken from the corpse earlier and put it on his head.

Looking at everything in the room through the gaps in the burlap sack.

It wasn't his turn to fight yet.

.......

The buzz-cut man's sudden betrayal caught Edward and the others off guard.

But that didn't mean that the three of them didn't have the power to fight back.

The black-robed old woman was bitten on the neck by the viper, and black air representing death instantly appeared on her face.

However, at this time, she also took out a black rag doll and sprayed a mouthful of black blood on it.

Looking again, the blood color on her face instantly became much rosier.

Seeing the tide of vipers pouring in, Edward rapidly changed the warlock seal with both hands, and a black hexagram array lit up under his feet.

Immediately, a magical scene happened.

Suren watched as the space in the palms of his hands suddenly twisted.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if the "canvas" of space had been forcibly torn apart, turning into two increasingly large black vortexes. The tide of vipers poured in, and before they could wreak havoc, they were suddenly swallowed by a powerful suction force into the two black vortexes in his palms, and no one knew where they were sent.

Suren watched the battle scene from the side, shocked, "Hand-rubbed black holes? This... is this spatial ability so outrageous?!"

He was also glad that he hadn't planned to attack this magician head-on before.

This move simply stunned someone who had never seen a spatial ability.

.......

On the other hand, the battle in the room continued.

Barbara had transformed into a succubus, and her whole body exploded into a cloud of pink mist, reappearing in front of the buzz-cut man.

But in the next instant, a delicate shout came, "Roscoe has been completely corrupted, we can't control him!"

Before the voice could fall, the buzz-cut man's skin suddenly swelled up, and huge tumors bulged out from his body, bursting through his clothes... and was about to turn into a deformed monster.

"Kill him!"

Edward made a decisive decision and shouted sharply.

He put away the black hole in his palm and made a gesture of squeezing space with his hands together. The space around the buzz-cut man seemed to freeze, and his body suddenly stiffened there.

A cold light flashed in the pink mist, and before the buzz-cut man's deformed monster could run wild, a huge head fell to the ground.

The black-robed old woman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the corpse in the room, and said, "The Four Vengeful Corpses have already awakened their spirits. Killing one alone will cause them to resurrect infinitely. You must kill all four at the same time, or kill the caster, to break the spell!"

Edward also shouted, "Hurry to the third floor! That old nun must have been severely corrupted! Fortunately, we knew the plan in advance, so let's kill her before she's completely demonized!"

The changes happened too quickly, and the few people didn't have any time to hesitate.

Without saying a word, Edward and the others rushed out.

The battle came suddenly and ended suddenly.

From the time the buzz-cut man appeared until now, in just a few moments, the snakes and the people in room 1021 were gone...

All that was left was a headless corpse on the ground and a standing corpse of a Faceless Man on the bed.

Oh, and Suren in the corner with a burlap sack over his head.

.......

Outside, gunshots had already sounded, and the hotel's NPCs seemed to have started to become deformed.

Suren looked at the two corpses in the room and muttered to himself, "The plot seems to be a bit off..."

The person who booked the room was Edward's teammate, which he hadn't expected.

But... it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

Anyway, they had to fight.

The only difference was that the "ghost fog" that was originally supposed to erupt at midnight had been brought forward by two hours.

He didn't know if it was good or bad.

Suren wanted to leave the room, but at this moment, he saw the head of the Faceless Man's corpse suddenly bloom. Then, stamens grew out of the petals, and several fleshy tentacles several meters long with fleshy tumor suckers swayed out...

The seven or eight tentacles were like snake tongues, probing everywhere in the air, seemingly using scent to find living things.

Suren didn't move. The appraised information was exactly the same as what the black-robed old woman had said just now.

[The Demonized Corpse of the Faceless Man]

Detailed Explanation: A second-tier silver zombie-type anomaly; a material for a special evil ritual. If the caster is not killed and the ritual is interrupted, or if the four Vengeful Corpses are killed at the same time, the anomaly will resurrect infinitely in the formation.

Although it was a zombie type, it couldn't be killed.

Suren looked at the array lit up in the room and also guessed that this room was the anomaly's "respawn point."

At this time, the tentacles seemed to have discovered the presence of living creatures in the room, and the tentacles dripping with mucus groped towards the position where Suren was standing, getting closer and closer...

But fortunately, the burlap sack worked.

Just when it was a foot away, the tentacles seemed to sense an aura that it hated and shrunk back.

The Corpse of the Faceless Man ignored Suren and walked out of the room.

.......

"Phew..."

Suren breathed a sigh of relief.

A light had already appeared on the headless corpse in the room.

He walked over and picked up the golden job-change material [The Beastmaster's Whip].

Unfortunately, it wasn't a magician's material...

Suren frowned slightly.

As the previous information had said, anomalies here were prone to producing high-level materials.

But that also meant that if he wanted to guard Edward's corpse, he had to go upstairs.

Suren thought about it, took out the [Hanging Noose] and put it on his arm, then hung the cloth bag containing [Wet Hair] around his waist, and used [The Swaddling Clothes of the Grievance Infant] as a cloak...

After doing all this, he controlled the Living Undead to walk out of the room.