"Puff~"
Jack swung his knife, and a living corpse with a shiny, hairless head fell at his feet, oozing thick, dark red blood. The living corpse, with its mouth full of Marcus teeth, continued to gnash loudly!
"Damn it! Sweating again, sweating again!" Thomas shouted in frustration, kicking the shriveled head of the living corpse away. He slung his Type 81 rifle across his back and, like Jack, pulled out his large black hunting knife from his waist.
"Calm down, control your emotions!" Jack glanced at Thomas and softly reminded him. He had seen many people like Thomas, who could kill without blinking but were nervous around living corpses. It wasn't that they were cowardly; they simply didn't understand the living corpses, which led to an inexplicable fear of the unknown. However, Thomas's performance was quite good; at least his hand holding the knife was steady, showing no signs of trembling. But in Jack's eyes, someone like Thomas was not suitable to be a bodyguard; his personality was too restless!
Jack slowly stepped into the tunnel, the thick soles of his mountaineering boots making a dull thud in the long tunnel, immediately creating an echo. Jack paused for a moment, listening intently, and soon heard a series of low growls coming from the other side. It seemed that some keen-eared living corpses had picked up on the slightest sound and were eagerly pursuing them.
"Ha~ Such a loud noise, and it turns out to be a cripple? Leave this to me!" Thomas looked up at the living corpse charging out of the mist and immediately laughed. The approaching living corpse not only had both arms missing but was also in tatters, with only a mouth much larger than normal remaining, its head tilted as it let out a high-pitched roar.
With a grin, Thomas hoisted his hunting knife onto his shoulder and took a step forward. Just as the crippled living corpse was about to pounce on him, he slightly sidestepped and mischievously extended a foot. The handless living corpse brushed past Thomas and tripped over his foot, falling flat on its face. The sound of its neck cracking echoed as its head and body twisted at an odd angle, resembling a twisted Tianjin dough twist. The living corpse seemed to let out a mournful cry as it lay on the ground, and Thomas's mouth directly caused it to die from the fall.
"You are not only disabled but also lack calcium, you are really a tragedy." Thomas Xu, who originally wanted to make up a knife, saw that the living corpse fell to death by himself. He shook his head pitifully. He was about to continue laughing at something, but he heard the sound of running behind him. Thomas Xu turned his head and looked, and he was so scared that he almost lost his mind...
Suddenly, a number of living corpses burst out from the hazy mist one after another. He couldn't even count how many there were, but he quickly drew the gun from his back. In the moment he raised the gun, he fired three shots in rapid succession. The whistling bullets immediately made a significant impact among the lined-up corpses. With just three shots, he took down four or five living corpses. Along with the gunfire, there were also the sounds of bullets striking flesh!
"Get out quickly!" Thomas Xu fired a few more shots, realizing that the living corpses were still pouring in endlessly. The smile on his face disappeared, and his pupils involuntarily shrank. He shouted loudly while shooting and began to retreat back to where he came from.
"Da da da…"
In the dark basement, flashes of fire flickered, and the copper bullets continuously made muffled sounds as they struck the living corpses. Thomas Xu and Jack had completely retreated outside the door. He had just one bullet left in the chamber of his gun. At the moment Jack forcefully closed the door, Thomas Xu also pulled out a brand new magazine from his waist, skillfully slapping it into place, completing the reload in an instant.
"Damn! There are still at least forty or fifty living corpses. Where did so many living corpses come from in the basement across?" Thomas Xu looked at the gray iron door that was being pounded by the living corpses, which made a "thud thud" sound. He put down his gun, rubbed his buzzing ears from the gunfire, and turned to Jack, asking, "What should we do? Can we still go over?"
"Michael, it's up to you!" Jack placed his hand on the latch and tilted his head towards Michael.
"Oh God! No, I'm not a flamethrower. My flames are as precious as my sperm!"
Michael shook his head reluctantly, but seeing Jack's determined expression, he had no choice but to shuffle over to the door, grumbling in frustration, "Fine, fine, you're the master, you're the BOSS. You just want to exploit us workers to roast living corpses in this hellhole. This idea is simply terrible; just let you smell the stench of roasting living corpses!"
Jack ignored Michael's complaints, simply signaling Thomas Xu to move aside. Then, he suddenly yanked open the iron door and quickly jumped aside. Meanwhile, despite his grumbling, when Michael saw a group of living corpses stumbling out, his already bulging belly contracted sharply, and a stream of intense flames shot out from his mouth like a long fire dragon.
The flames that Michael spewed seemed to be at an incredible temperature, instantly turning the leading living corpses to ashes. Even the affected security door showed signs of melting. Wherever the fire dragon passed, almost everything was reduced to ashes, unstoppable!
"You... you actually know how to use demonic magic?" Thomas Xu, holding his gun, staggered back several steps, staring at Michael with wide eyes, almost in disbelief. From his expression, it was clear that Michael had further confirmed his identity as a dog demon.
"You're the one who knows demonic magic! This is my natural talent, okay!" Michael spat out a huge fire in one breath, but after that, his expression clearly deflated. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and then weakly said to Jack, "Alright, the barbecue party is over. It's impossible for me to spit out even a tiny spark now!"
"Well done!" Jack covered his nose, looking at the swirling black ash and the charred, incomplete corpses in the tunnel, nodding in satisfaction. Once the dust in the tunnel gradually settled, he cautiously stepped into the dim, deep tunnel again, using the flickering light from the burning corpses.
"Thomas Xu!" Jack suddenly slowed his pace, surveying the increasingly thick fog ahead. Without turning his head, he said, "Breathe as slowly as you can. This is not ordinary miasma; it's corpse miasma!"
"Corpse miasma? Is it toxic?" Thomas Xu tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, his expression becoming somewhat serious as he asked.
"It can't be considered toxic, but it can cause hallucinations. An ordinary person staying here for five minutes would be enough to generate a lot of hallucinations, and the weaker the willpower, the more intense the hallucinations will be. Alright, don't let your mind wander; stay close to me!"
Jack's tone was relatively calm while speaking, but Thomas Xu clearly saw him put away the mountain knife, draw the handgun from his waist, and replace it with a row of strange bullets engraved with special inscriptions. Thomas Xu couldn't help but swallow hard; although he had just met Jack, this cautious behavior undoubtedly indicated that there would be something unusual here.
The three of them—two people and a dog—slowly moved forward. Jack's breathing had almost dropped to a terrifying level. Thomas Xu, who was following him, deliberately counted; it was almost five minutes before Jack let out a single breath. Thomas Xu, who had also undergone breathing training, had already changed his breath twice in less than three minutes. Unconsciously, Thomas Xu marveled again at Jack's ability.
"No wonder there's corpse miasma…"
Standing at the exit of the tunnel, Jack shone his flashlight on a spacious basement that was identical to the one behind them. However, the situation here was even more terrifying. The hazy corpse miasma was one thing, but hundreds of headless corpses were stacked neatly in the basement like pigs stored in a cold storage, piled up on all sides.
All the mutilated corpses had their original heads removed, and the incisions on the necks were smooth and neat, but the strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood around, even on the mutilated corpses. It was as if someone had pumped the last trace of thick dark red blood away from the shriveled corpses, and they were even so stingy that they even licked away the thick dark red blood on the ground.
"What the hell is this place..."
Thomas Xu instinctively covered his mouth with his hand, fearing that his voice would rise too high out of shock. It was the first time he had seen a scene as hellish as this, and while he was horrified, his hair stood on end, and his already unattractive complexion turned pale.
Jack did not immediately answer Thomas Xu's question. Instead, he cautiously shone his flashlight around the area, ensuring that there were no half-dead corpses before he quietly replied, "I don't know what's here, but whatever can keep so many living corpses from eating these mangled bodies must be something extremely terrifying. We need to get out of here quickly!"
Without Jack's reminder, Thomas Xu knew that this cursed place was definitely not suitable for staying long. He forced himself not to scratch his tingling scalp and almost followed Jack step by step. If one listened closely, the knuckles of his tightly gripped knife were making a "crackling" sound from the friction.