Chapter 393: Chapter 387: Dolls

At this moment, the monk was completely engulfed in madness, his fighting style becoming increasingly aggressive, ignoring his injuries and attacking relentlessly.

He let out meaningless roars, his eyes bloodshot and filled with veins.

Chenxi’s people, witnessing this scene, were on the verge of collapse. The main issue was that these Evil Spirits were incredibly annoying, not only agile but also highly disciplined, like a coordinated whole, advancing and retreating as one.

Just as half of Chenxi’s forces had fallen, the monk let out a roar and charged towards the onlookers with an indifferent expression full of brutality.

To Su Changxing, this monk now seemed unfamiliar, as though he were a completely different person.

“What happened?”

Su Changxing realized something was amiss, as the monk’s aura grew visibly stronger.

But just at that moment, the monk suddenly stopped, sat cross-legged, and murmured scripture, his aura abruptly calming down.

The people of Chenxi were originally preparing to retreat, but upon seeing this, they were about to surround him again.

“Bang bang~”

Gunshots rang out, and several people at the forefront fell to the ground.

The onlookers were thrown into chaos by the gunfire, scattering in all directions. Modern people seemed to possess an innate fear of gunfire, instinctively viewing it as an irresistible weapon, the harbinger of death.

Su Changxing approached to check on the monk’s condition.

[Consciousness is chaotic, being influenced and controlled by a certain malevolent external force, the Order of position is gradually collapsing]

Just as expected.

Su Changxing immediately hoisted up the monk’s body, limped away, and repeated the sequence of events in his mind.

The monk had trouble as soon as he entered the gathering place, then Chenxi’s people approached him, causing even bigger problems. So was it Chenxi orchestrating all of this?

This was a deeply terrifying thought.

And if there were people from Chenxi within the gathering place, who could it be? The manager, Wu Qingsheng? Or someone around him? Or perhaps that young man in a hat.

“Empty your mind, don’t think about anything. You’re a monk; you must understand better than I do. Everything is void; lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot.”

Su Changxing repeatedly instructed the monk.

The monk’s body trembled continuously, tears streaming from his eyes, as if suppressing something, his face full of pain and despair.

The old man saw Su Changxing dragging the monk over and hurried forward, saying,

“Hey, what happened to him? How did he end up like this? I just heard gunshots from your side.”

Su Changxing glanced at him and said calmly, “It’s nothing, just a small problem. I’ll take him upstairs to rest for a bit. Don’t let anyone else come up.”

The old man was taken aback for a moment, nodded, and said, “No problem, you go up, no one will come.”

The stairway had no light source; it was dark even during the day. Without Su Changxing’s strong Night Vision ability, he wouldn’t have been able to see the steps beneath him.

Dry bloodstains remained on the ladder, printed onto it bit by bit, like it was etched or meant to be this way.

Reaching the third floor, it was very quiet; it seemed like no one was there, everyone had gone out.

Creak~

Su Changxing pushed open the rusty brown iron door, the light slid inside from bottom to top, harsh and stark white.

The bed and windowsill were filled with black porcelain dolls, their pupils constricted simultaneously with the light, all wearing smiling faces.

A chill ran down his spine.

Su Changxing’s expression froze; he immediately pulled out his revolver and shot at the dolls.

Accompanied by a roar, a large hole was blown into the wall, and the dolls scattered on the ground stared at them with smiles, seemingly emitting bell-like laughter.

A wave of nausea overcame him, like someone had placed a hand on his throat and kept pressing.

“What the hell?”

Su Changxing hadn’t expected to fall into a trap so easily. If he still had his head, it wouldn’t have been like this; he would’ve noticed the signs.

The entire room consumed him, the Darkness engulfing him.

Suddenly, a golden light scattered in the Darkness, and the sound of the monk chanting scripture echoed in his ears.

Looking back, he saw the monk sitting cross-legged on the floor, chanting softly, blood tears streaming from his eyes, making him appear eerie.

Everything returned to normal; the dolls vanished, leaving only some scattered branches and a large hole created by the bullets.

The old man hurried up with a few others, seeing Su Changxing with the revolver, and asked, “What happened? What happened?”

Su Changxing frowned, looked at the old man, and asked, “Why is there no one on this floor?”

The old man showed a perplexed expression and said,

“Didn’t something happen at the gathering place today? So many people left, and some operate outside during the day. Even without the Mysterious Shop, it’s still safer.”

The monk had stopped chanting, opened his eyes, looked at the old man, and said softly, “Leave here, leave here…”

Su Changxing put away his revolver, grabbed the monk’s body with one hand, and said coolly, “If that’s the case, we will also leave here.”

The old man widened his eyes and hurriedly said, “weihuo is already like this now. It’s more dangerous if you leave, and Chenxi’s people are outside.”

“Is that so?”

Su Changxing’s face showed a strange smile, appearing both strained and fierce.

The next moment, gunfire erupted.

The old man’s body slammed against the hallway wall from the bullet’s impact, a large hole in his abdomen spilling crimson blood.

The others behind him froze, unclear about what had transpired.

Su Changxing held his revolver, his expression indifferent as he said, “Earlier, someone told me, one of Chenxi’s Apocalypses used to be a monk, Elder Chen, isn’t that right?”

The old man’s face showed terror as he looked at Su Changxing, his body trembling, he cried out weakly, “Ah, what are you talking about, what Apocalypse, don’t kill me, how could I have anything to do with Chenxi, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

Another shot rang out; the bullet struck his forehead, spraying a mass of blood, the entire head vanished, brain matter exploded.

Su Changxing couldn’t help but feel a chill; it was just a guess, yet enough to make him act, a mistaken kill is just a mistaken kill, but the problem was it wasn’t a mistaken kill.

Eyes and a mouth grew from the old man’s remaining body’s parts, laughing, “Hahaha, how did you figure it out, I thought I did everything flawlessly.”

The sharp, grating voice pierced the ears.

Those who followed the old man up the stairs hurriedly fled down, realizing something terrifying had occurred here.

Su Changxing took a deep breath and said, “I wasn’t sure before I fired the first shot, but a dead person talking is too fake.”

“Interesting, interesting, I didn’t expect to meet someone as interesting as you.” The old man laughed maniacally.

The body slowly rose from the ground, showing a suddenly enlightened expression, saying,

“My nephew carried you out of the No-Man’s Land, without seeing you before. You must be the one who destroyed the apocalypse source, yes?”

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