Chapter 394: 392, Jump Down (Third Update, Seeking Support)
The gaunt ghostly shadow seed to have beco part of the Horror House.
It wandered within the Horror House like so sort of chanism.
But even though Du Wei knew this, it did not make the current situation any better.
He was still locked outside, mired in darkness.
Blood kept seeping out.
Retreating was no longer possible.
...
Either open the door to face the Evil Spirits inside, or die outside the door.
It seed like death was the only outco either way.
This inescapable checkmate left him with no options.
Du Wei had not felt this way in a long ti.
He looked coldly at the darkness behind him, then turned and took off his backpack.
The door could not be pushed open.
Perhaps a Flintlock Gun alone wouldn’t be enough.
If so, might as well resort to sothing crude, like setting a fire and burning down the Wax Museum.
Where light shines, darkness does not exist.
And light is fire too!
He unzipped his backpack; inside was a rolled-up map and so miscellaneous items, all that could be used to combat Evil Spirit were on Du Wei.
He stuffed the map into his trench coat and lit the backpack with a lighter, placing it at the doorway.
The fla slowly burned, elongating Du Wei’s shadow.
When making the Wax Museum, the original owner of the Horror House did not skimp on materials; the scent of wax was very strong.
Moreover, the Wax Museum itself was abnormal.
The flas grew larger, igniting the entire door.
Du Wei knew that there might be many Evil Spirits behind the door, all staying inside, reluctant to open it, but if he burned down the entire Wax Museum, would they continue to stay inside?
Only by going down to the second basent level under the Ground Gate of the Wax Museum would there be a chance of survival.
Even if Du Wei’s actions made the situation more dangerous, he spared no effort.
Even to the point that,
To set the Wax Museum on fire, Du Wei took out the Envelope and pulled out the piece of paper inside.
The Envelope seed unaware of the severity of the situation, automatically displaying a line of text—[Great master, you fell into an unprecedented crisis a few minutes ago, but your wisdom is admirable. You chose to set the Wax Museum ablaze, but it seems not as quick as you imagined]
[I suggest you find sothing more flammable]
Du Wei’s gaze was sowhat peculiar.
How did this Envelope know he was going to use it as kindling?
Or was it trying to self-destruct?
Du Wei shook his head to suppress the thought and directly ignited the paper, throwing it onto the wooden window of the Wax Museum.
Suddenly, the window caught fire.
But that was not enough.
Du Wei looked at the Envelope, restored as new, and pulled out the letter inside again.
The letter imdiately beca covered in text—[Great master, you must not do this, the Envelope is your most loyal servant…]
Before the words finished appearing, Du Wei had already lighted it on fire.
Throughout this process, the darkness did not approach Du Wei again but lingered nearby.
When the flas died out, it would sweep over once more.
The Envelope beca kindling.
Only Black Umbrella silently enveloped Du Wei, and for so reason, it seed frightened, trembling uncontrollably, causing the surrounding mist to make Du Wei’s figure appear sowhat blurred.
…
At this ti,
West Gana City was hit by an unprecedented storm.
The sky was filled with flashes of lightning.
The entire city’s sky was illuminated.
But with each flash of lightning, when the light faded, the ensuing darkness beca more intense.
In the very center of the city, the school’s doors also opened.
Hundreds of student Evil Spirits holding Black Umbrellas walked in the rain, brazenly exuding malevolence towards the living.
The Horror House intended to turn the city into the City of the Dead.
The bus was still doing sothing amid the city’s reflections.
The silent struggle between two terrifying entities bore no grandeur, nor could the outco be discerned.
Perhaps, this battle would go on indefinitely.
…
anwhile, inside the Horror House,
The entire Wax Museum was now ablaze.
The heat was suffocating.
The scorching flas devoured the moisture in the air, illuminating all darkness except for those unseen shadowy corners.
Blood had stopped seeping out of Du Wei’s body.
It had to be said that this was the only good sign.
But as soon as the flas went out,
he would once again fall into the previous deadlock.
Du Wei wore a mask, calmly watching the Wax Museum within the flas.
The firelight danced wildly across the ghastly white mask.
Under the state of Spirit Vision, through the door, there were pairs of ice-cold, gloomy eyes.
“Almost,”
Having said that, Du Wei kicked the door.
Boom…
The door fell with a crash, and the eerie thing was the inside of the Wax Museum remained unaffected by the flas.
It was absolutely safe inside.
One by one, the wax figures stood there, silently leaning against the door, fixing their gaze on Du Wei.
Those ice-cold eyes were filled with spite.
Among them, one wax figure was very familiar to Du Wei.
The figure was that of a naked man, with two serpents tattooed on his body, and its eyes were pitch-black, looking extrely eerie.
A chilling gloom surged out overwhelmingly.
Opening the door and closing it felt like entering another world.
The burning Wax Museum, affected by this, saw its flas gradually dying out.
All the wax figures coldly watched Du Wei, their gaze following his movents.
The atmosphere was oppressively tense.
With the disappearance of the firelight, darkness once again engulfed the area.
Whispers began to sound in Du Wei’s ears.
His face was exceedingly pale.
Blood was seeping out again.
But Du Wei had already ntally prepared himself.
Having reached this point, there was no way back; he had to either move forward or die.
Even jumping into the Wax Museum and facing those horrifying figures seed like a dead end, but he had no other choice.
He was ready to rush in.
But he had to wait for the right opportunity.
Otherwise, rushing in would an death.
At the very least, he had to wait until he was completely enveloped by darkness, taking the lanky shadow with him into the fray.
With a crystal-clear mind, Du Wei raised the Flintlock Gun, aiming it at the wax figures, while his left hand held a Coin.
He had to be ready with both hands.
Ti ticked away, second by second.
Du Wei could feel his blood draining faster, and the whispering voices were getting closer.
Right beside his ear…
He turned around sharply and saw his body entangled by those ethereal tentacles, but he couldn’t feel anything. If he hadn’t realized it was the work of the lanky shadow, he wouldn’t have noticed at all.
In his eyes, the tall figure of the lanky shadow bent down, its featureless, hairless head leaning close to his ear.
The whispering voices no longer sounded human.
The opportunity had arrived…
The thought silently flashed through Du Wei’s mind as he pointed the Flintlock Gun behind him.
In the mont of firing, he burst into the Wax Museum.
However, due to the excessive loss of blood, his body felt weak and nearly collapsed.
But Du Wei’s consciousness was very clear, his teeth gritted as he plunged into the house with the darkness, agitated, boiling over and sweeping in after him.
In an instant, all the wax figures inside began to crack.
Piercing, noisy sounds rose from the darkness.
Du Wei maintained his desperate run, neither fast nor slow, deeply engulfed by the darkness.
Eventually, he arrived before the Ground Gate.
However, where the Ground Gate once had been, there was now a massive pit, dark and deep, with no bottom in sight.
At the edge of the pit, there were bloody handprints.
The entity Du Wei saw at the Horror House entrance seed to have climbed up from the second sublevel.
But now, he had to jump down.
The Wax Museum was in utter chaos.
Du Wei stood in front of the deep pit, with a calmness in his eyes.
Then, he put away the Flintlock Gun, holding a lighter and an Envelope as he jumped down.
In an instant, he was swallowed by the abyss, disappearing into the darkness.
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