Chapter 566: Chapter 372: Resurrection (End) (5000 words)_2 Chapter 566: Chapter 372: Resurrection (End) (5000 words)_2 Opening the slightly ajar basent door, Wan Shouguang realized his palms were drenched in cold sweat. He reached out to press the basent light switch near the door, but there was no response—it seed like the entire villa had lost power.
After a mont’s hesitation, he took his flashlight and stepped down the stairs to the basent, calling out, “Congcong, co out, it’s okay! Dad has already killed that guy.”
In his mind, he thought the evil dog he had killed last ti had transford into a strangeness and co back for revenge, certainly having frightened his son, or possibly even hurt him.
Maybe right now, Congcong was hiding sowhere, trembling, and he had to tell him the danger was over.
As he walked down the stairs, he continued to speak.
Just as Wan Shouguang finished talking, a sound suddenly ca from a corner beneath the stairs, like sothing being knocked over.
“Congcong?” Wan Shouguang called out again.
No one answered.
He quickened his pace toward the basent. As he was about to finish descending the stairs, he lifted his flashlight and swept it around the stairway. The next second, he stood frozen on the staircase, no longer descending.
Directly in front of where the stairs ended, there stood a man in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and a body shrouded in black. The man was looking down with his head lowered and his hair covering his face, making it impossible to see, but given his outfit, he seed to be a beggar.
A beer bottle lay empty at the beggar’s feet, the sound likely having co from it falling to the ground.
Neither party spoke. Wan Shouguang didn’t move, and the beggar also stood still with his head down.
Wan Shouguang shone the flashlight directly on the person, yet the beggar didn’t even lift his head.
Soon, Wan Shouguang sensed sothing was amiss. He noticed the beggar was standing completely still without any rise and fall in his chest, as if he wasn’t breathing at all, like… a dead man!
Uncontrollably, Wan Shouguang stepped back and moved up one step on the staircase.
At that mont, the old beggar, who had been keeping his head down, slightly stirred his ssy hair and slowly raised his head in a very stiff motion, revealing a gray, deathly complexion.
On that face, there was an eye socket bereft of an eyeball, a dark, empty cavity, and the flesh on the lower left side of the jaw was missing, exposing nothing but stark white bone.
Wan Shouguang was terribly frightened and retreated up the stairs once more. The beggar lifted his foot and took a step forward, while the eye of the Cyclops rolled, as if maggots were crawling out of the eye socket and falling to the ground.
“Ah!”
Wan Shouguang turned and scrambled up the stairs, and after a few steps, he looked back and saw that the beggar was actually following him.
He imdiately aid the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel at the beggar and pressed the fire button.
A magnetic knife phantom quickly flew out but missed, narrowly whizzing past the beggar’s head.
After firing, Wan Shouguang didn’t take the ti to look closely; he imdiately used his hands and feet to frantically climb up the stairs.
After climbing a few steps and looking back again, he saw the beggar starting to climb the stairs, so he turned around once more and fired another magnetic knife.
The magnetic knife shot out, and although it still veered off course, it hit the beggar’s left shoulder.
The Magnetic Knife Shrapnel inflicted no physical harm, only injuring strangenesses; if the target was a strangeness, being hit by the shrapnel would assuredly result in injury or even dissolution.
As the phantom of the magnetic knife blade passed over the beggar’s left shoulder, it cleanly sliced off the top of the shoulder, and a puff of black mist spewed from the wound.
The advancing old beggar paused for a mont, and while climbing the staircase, he began to veer off course, clearly injured.
Since he was injured, it confird Wan Shouguang’s guess: the other party was a strangeness, not a human being.
Now at the top of the staircase, Wan Shouguang arrived at the door to the basent. He imdiately turned around again. Although he was panting, he tried to steady his shaking hands; placing his left hand over his right, he aid and fired the Magnetic Knife Shrapnel for the third ti at the old beggar ascending the stairs.
Puff!
The magnetic knife phantom flew out, piercing straight through the old beggar’s chest, leaving both the front and back sides instantly transparent.
The old beggar’s entire body jolted violently and stopped in place, finally making a gurgling sound like blood rushing upward from his throat, and then fell backward.
Wan Shouguang’s face was pale, and he was breathing heavily, illuminating this scene with his flashlight.
Seeing the old beggar fall backward, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly exited the basent door, and imdiately closed it.
However, just as the door was about to close, a rustling sound ca from the basent staircase. Wan Shouguang imdiately moved the flashlight’s beam to the source of the noise. The old beggar who had fallen backward was still lying there, his feet facing him and his head turned toward the basent.
But at this mont, those feet seed to co to life on their own, dragging the beggar’s upper body and starting to crawl up the stairs.
The scene was extrely eerie.
The beggar’s body seed to be flipped, with his feet acting as the head and his head as the legs, crawling up the stairs in a very strange manner, alternating feet as they climbed the steps and dragging the body upward.
Shocked by the sight, Wan Shouguang hurriedly closed the door, but the basent door imdiately popped open a crack again.
He looked down and noticed the door lock was broken and couldn’t be closed; no wonder it had been ajar when he first saw it.
With no other choice, he dragged a wooden box used to store empty beer bottles next to the door and propped it against the basent door, then quickly jogged towards the staircase leading to the second floor.
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