Chapter 45 Caught

A moment later, he heard a sizzling sound coming from the hallway outside. Then, the few lights in the hallway dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Darkness crept closer, accompanied by a chilling aura.

It was Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei.

The aura began to try to break through the door's barrier, pressing inward bit by bit. The clean walls began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Starting with the door, the decay gradually spread outwards.

It was as if time was rapidly eroding the room, in seconds. Cracks appeared on the ceiling, the wooden shoe cabinet next to the door quickly rotted into a puddle of mud, and metal objects rusted…

An enormous sense of oppression pursued Jiao Tailang. He instinctively wanted to escape into the bedroom, but he forcibly suppressed the urge. He merely retreated slowly.

He pretended to panic and retreated to the sofa, then occasionally looked back at the bathroom further away, as if he was about to hide inside.

Subtly calculating the distance from there to the bedroom with his peripheral vision, he encouraged himself in his mind. He was fishing, so he had to be patient.

If he ran into the bedroom now, Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei certainly wouldn't enter. He wanted the moment when the fish bit the bait.

It was clear that the other side was also cautious.

The further they entered the room, the more careful these two ghosts became.

They should have already sensed Qing-jie’s aura, but they were unwilling to give up the prey in front of them. A human shadow rotted out of the decaying wall.

The wall skin peeled off, and mold grew around the shadow. But strangely, the shadow was moving, slowly wriggling along the wall.

Its target was his location.

But why was there only one ghost shadow?

Jiao Tailang immediately looked around. He didn't find another ghost shadow, but that was impossible. The other ghost must have entered as well.

In the next second, a gust of yin wind flashed overhead, and a sharp claw reached down towards Jiao Tailang's face. Jiao Tailang leaned back, barely dodging it.

He had already guessed that the other party was above him.

The purpose was only to get him closer, a little closer.

After dodging, Jiao Tailang screamed and ran towards the bedroom. The ghost above, seeing that the attack failed, immediately chased after him, as did the rotting human shadow on the wall.

Their movements were much faster than before.

Clearly, they had only been testing him before.

In the last second, Jiao Tailang lunged forward and finally entered the bedroom door. Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei clearly stopped at the last moment.

But a strange suction pulled them both forward, and just like that, one man and two ghosts faced each other in the room.

"Hehe." Jiao Tailang patted his clothes, stood up from the ground, looked at the two ghosts' faces filled with fear, and said happily, "I finally caught you."

The two large golden retrievers bristled the moment they saw Li Maoshen, growling deeply, their eyes turning blood red, and their sharp claws scratching terrifying marks on the floor.

Qing-jie's photo with Li Maoshen was on the bed, but now only Li Maoshen remained.

Qing-jie… was gone.

Li Maoshen seemed to have guessed what would happen next and began to slam into the bedroom door like a madman. But the door, which seemed so flimsy, now seemed to be welded to the wall.

No matter how Yu Youwei and Li Maoshen rammed it, it didn't budge.

A blood-red figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the room, a huge knife dragging on the ground, the blade gleaming with a chilling light.

The moment Weng Qing saw Li Maoshen, her eyes turned blood red, and hideous bloodstains appeared on her face, as if her fair skin was about to crack.

Seeing Weng Qing like this, Jiao Tailang didn't feel any fear in his heart. He slowly retreated to the wall, standing with his back against it.

Looking at this pitiful woman, Jiao Tailang felt very uncomfortable. He felt it was unfair to Weng Qing.

And that woman named Lin Chen.

"Li Maoshen…" Weng Qing's voice was hoarse, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from her eyes. "I did so much for you, and you treat me like this?"

Her voice was full of resentment, like sharp knives, and the many photos on the bedroom wall began to shatter.

"Lin Chen… how did Lin Chen die?" Weng Qing said through gritted teeth, becoming more and more agitated. "How many people have you harmed!"

Knowing that Weng Qing would not let them go, Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei exchanged a glance, then charged forward together.

But Weng Qing was faster. She hated this man who had deceived her so much, she slashed down with her knife directly.

Li Maoshen dodged to the side, but Yu Youwei's claws tore a deep, bone-deep bloody gash on Weng Qing's arm.

But just as Yu Youwei succeeded with her attack and wanted to retreat, a knife slashed her from behind, staggering her, nearly making her fall.

Weng Qing, her eyes bloodshot, seemed to no longer feel the pain in her body. All her pain was in her heart, all stemming from the man in front of her.

An aura of slaughter began to bloom, and a trace of human fear actually appeared in Li Maoshen's eyes.

Just as Yu Youwei steeled her heart and charged up again, Li Maoshen flashed to the bedroom door.

Then he slammed into it.

After several impacts, the restriction on the door had loosened.

Although Li Maoshen's head was covered in blood from the impact, he immediately gathered his strength when he saw it was working.

He knew that with just one more hit, he would definitely break through the restriction and leave this place.

As for Yu Youwei… what did he care about that idiot?

Yu Youwei let out an unwilling roar when she realized she had been tricked, but it was too late. The two of them were barely a match for Weng Qing.

Now that it was just her, she was seriously injured by the angry Weng Qing in less than ten seconds, and then a large knife gradually enlarged in her eyes.

Yu Youwei was killed by Weng Qing with one slash.

But just as Weng Qing's sight found Li Maoshen, half of his body had already left the door, and a figure pounced on him.

The moment Li Maoshen left the door, he hugged him tightly.

Originally, with Li Maoshen's strength, this shouldn't have happened, but the fear of Weng Qing made him extremely flustered, and he paused involuntarily.

After realizing what was happening, he broke free from Jiao Tailang, but it was too late. A shadow as red as blood had already rushed up.

The next second, Li Maoshen rushed out of the bedroom door, but after staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground with a "thump."

After all, only his body rushed out, his head remained on the ground.

The two large golden retrievers, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, immediately rushed up and opened their bloody mouths towards the still snarling head.

As Li Maoshen and Yu Youwei were killed, the chilling aura gradually disappeared. Weng Qing stood there, panting heavily, seemingly still not out of her pain.

"Qing-jie." Jiao Tailang's voice slowly came.