As they spoke, the five of them crossed the rather short corridor and arrived at the door.
"I will open the door," Bai Mu volunteered, taking out the key and stepping to the front.
He still had the Doppelganger Transformation skill card on hand. Even if there was a jump scare or an imdiate ambush behind the door, he could survive it.
Great Northern Wilderness raised his shield and sword, taking up position directly behind him. Misty Rain Traveler, Nancheng Port, and Scattered Fireflies followed in order. Everyone focused their attention, staring intently at the quaint wooden door carved with intricate patterns.
However, as the ranged attackers, Nancheng Port and Scattered Fireflies did not hold their longbow and staff in their hands. Instead, they had their defensive gear fully equipped and held a steel pipe and a Baseball Bat respectively, ready for any sudden ergencies.
After his teammates flashed him an OK gesture one by one, Bai Mu slowly inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it.
Unsurprisingly, this key was indeed ant to unlock this very door on the second floor.
The wooden door creaked open, and the faint, flickering light of a candle spilled out through the widening crack.
A hoarse, sobbing sound drifted out from within the room. It did not sound like a young girl at all. It was sharp and raspy, barely resembling anything a human could produce. It imdiately reminded Bai Mu of the female ghost from the horror movie he had looping in his community room the previous night.
The mont the door swung fully open, a thick, tallic stench of blood assaulted Bai Mu's nose. A white bedsheet, completely soaked in crimson, filled his vision. It was a spacious bedroom, and right in the center sat a large bed concealed by white curtains.
There were no windows in the bedroom, shutting out all sunlight. The only illumination ca from the slow-burning candles resting in wall sconces.
Yet, rather than a bedroom, the oppressive atmosphere and the dim lighting made it feel much more like a dungeon.
That hoarse, piercing sound was emanating from the bed. A torso, possessing only its upper half, trembled violently on the mattress.
It was a petite fra, resembling that of a little girl.
Her entire body was wrapped in bandages. Both of her legs had been sawn off at the base of the thighs, and the bindings wrapped around her stumps were heavily caked in blood and filth.
Long black hair splayed out in a tangled ss. Her face was far more terrifying than any ghost in a movie. Both of her eye sockets were deeply sunken in, and two trails of what looked like bloody tears stread down from the corners of her eyes.
She quivered, letting out that incomprehensible yet utterly desolate and chilling noise. It appeared she could no longer move or get out of bed. Only her arms retained any mobility, but relying solely on her hands, she couldn't even manage to roll over.
A normal person suffering such catastrophic injuries would undoubtedly be dead several tis over. Yet, here she was, writhing on the bed like a maggot. Bizarre, repulsive, dangerous, and terrifying.
The five players shared a nearly identical first reaction to this grueso scene. Even Bai Mu was no exception. Despite having ntally prepared himself beforehand, human instinct still subconsciously scread at him to stay away from the thing in front of him.
And in the instant the door opened, she seed to realize that intruders had arrived. Those pitch-black eye sockets struggled to turn toward the doorway. She let out a sharp, panicked shriek as if completely terrified. Then, fresh blood began to pour from her empty sockets, rivaling the most grueso scenes from any horror film.
"We do not want to hurt you. We just want to leave."
Bai Mu brought out the plush bear doll and attempted to communicate with her. However, it was evident that a confrontation was inevitable. Even the walls began to seep blood in response to her violent emotional fluctuations.
Bai Mu suspected that in her current state, she couldn't hear a word anyone said or see what was happening around her.
Perhaps her consciousness was entirely blurred. Just one look was enough to understand the sheer physical agony she was enduring. Under such severe trauma, a person couldn't think straight at all, sotis not even realizing what they themselves were doing.
She probably only had a vague awareness of what had transpired in the house: a group of people had broken in, slaughtered her zombie friends, smashed the main hall, and had now breached her bedroom.
Imagine being ho alone when you hear the front door get smashed open. The sound of things crashing and shattering echoes from the living room. Your pet dog whines in pain before falling into dead silence. Hiding in your bedroom, what kind of terror would you feel?
You would only feel an overwhelming sense of crisis and dread. You would probably grab whatever you could swing, stand guard by your bedroom door, and resolve to smash the intruder's head in if they dared to enter, desperately hoping to beat them to death.
Her current mindset was very much like that. In this state, it was utterly impossible to reason with her. To calm her down, they would either have to turn her into a genuine corpse, or wait until her stamina gave out and she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Behind them, the corridor suddenly shifted. A few seconds after the door was opened, the passage they had just walked through vanished, replaced by a solid, freezing wall.
There was no path of retreat left. The furniture inside the bedroom levitated into the air. Cabinets, tables, and stools all hurtled violently toward the five players. It was exactly like a panicked little girl who had no idea what else to do, frantically throwing everything around her to keep the monsters at bay.
"I will handle this!"
Great Northern Wilderness pulled a can of spinach from his inventory and dumped it down his throat. Instantly, his arms swelled with muscle as he hoisted his shield and stepped to the front. He had used this exact enhancent skill back in the Death Trek script. Furthermore, a rough, stone-like sheen spread across the surface of his skin, another active skill aid at boosting his defense.
Aside from Bai Mu, the other three took cover behind him. Given his towering stature, he truly felt like an impenetrable fortress in monts like this. Judging strictly by his capabilities as a teammate, he was entirely qualified.
The wooden furniture shattered into splinters upon impacting him. While these attacks appeared ferocious and overwhelming, they were nowhere near as devastating as a single axe swing from the armored monster on the first floor. It was simply ordinary objects being hurled with force. Great Northern Wilderness only lost a tiny sliver of health.
Consequently, Great Northern Wilderness felt even more convinced by Bai Mu's deductions. His confidence surged, and he fully committed to fulfilling his duties as the party's tank.
At the sa ti, a comforting warmth washed over him from behind, and his health bar instantly shot back up.
The tip of Scattered Fireflies' staff glowed with a pale green light as she cast a basic healing spell on him.
In truth, Misty Rain Traveler and Nancheng Port could easily seize this opportunity to kill the "witch" on the bed with their throwing knives and arrows. Slaying her wouldn't be difficult; she was essentially a stationary target. It seed she had no ability to casually control anything beyond the confines of this house.
For several consecutive minutes, she only attacked by wildly throwing objects around the room.
Relying solely on his high agility attribute, Bai Mu dodged the flying debris with ease.
Great Northern Wilderness couldn't sense the masterful use of supernatural powers from her that he had experienced against the boss in the Village of Mist. She was much more like a child holding a loaded gun but only knowing how to club people with the barrel.
It made sense. Not too long ago, she had just been an innocent country girl. She couldn't possibly possess the brutal proficiency of a genuine witch who had massacred hundreds or thousands of people. However, in the midst of panic, people rarely noticed these minute details. If Great Northern Wilderness and the others had entered this room before Bai Mu had revealed the truth, they would have undoubtedly acted in self-defense, beating the "witch" to death in the chaos.
The Script would likely end right there. Upon exiting, they might even think that the final boss of this run had been far too simple and lacked any real challenge. Naturally, their final rating wouldn't be very high; scraping by with a B-grade would probably be their absolute limit.
'To think that sparing the boss is the condition for unlocking the Hidden Ending. That's incredibly hard to guess,' Great Northern Wilderness marveled inwardly.
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