The Labyrinth of the Monsters

Chapter 36: This is Not That

The "black hair" that bound Chubby Jun threw him into the air and then rapidly descended, about to drag Chubby Jun into the dry well.

Wang Zikai reacted astonishingly fast and jumped up with incredible strength. The muscles in his arms instantly swelled, becoming thick and hard. He locked onto Chubby Jun's big belly from behind and flew towards the dry well with him.

"Crack." At the critical moment, Wang Zikai's legs landed on the well platform outside the dry well, firmly holding on.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Chubby Jun screamed in pain. Fortunately, he weighed over 200 pounds with a body full of fat. Otherwise, his bones would have been torn apart by the powerful forces.

The black hair couldn't drag Chubby Jun into the well. It threw him high up again, but Wang Zikai didn't let go. They flew together in mid-air.

The black hair exerted force and swung.

"Boom!" Chubby Jun and Wang Zikai crashed heavily into a nearby house, with shattered wood flying and dust filling the air.

The black hair still didn't let go of Chubby Jun and continued to spin along the ground.

"Bang bang - boom - boom - boom." Chubby Jun and Wang Zikai were like a giant pendulum, being pulled and pushed by the black hair inside the ancestral hall. They smashed doors and windows, broke beams, and flew to the second floor, smashing the flower-patterned railing. In just half a minute, the entire ancestral hall was demolished, on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, Wang Zikai was like a hard turtle shell, locking onto Chubby Jun from behind and protecting him from most of the impacts and damage. Otherwise, Chubby Jun would have been either dead or severely injured.

Gao Yang and Officer Huang were still standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, holding their guns up like fools, but they didn't pull the trigger. Even if it was a gun, it wouldn't have any effect on these black hairs. If they had to use firearms, flamethrowers would probably be more effective.

Now the only hope was Qing Ling, and she knew it too. She had already drawn her long knife and was crouching down, waiting for the right moment. Soon, the opportunity came. She seized the moment when the black hair's movements slowed down, sprinted forward, drew her knife, and swung it.

"Swish -"

With a flash of the knife, hundreds of fine black hairs scattered in the air. The hair on Chubby Jun's body began to fall off in large amounts. Just when everyone thought they were saved, more black hair suddenly rushed out of the well and attacked Qing Ling.

Qing Ling was startled and swung her knife, but there was still a loophole. A strand of hair wrapped around her wrist, followed by more and more hair entangling her. She quickly became a "human dumpling."

"Bang bang bang!" Gao Yang fired his gun, but as he expected, the bullets passed through the black hair like water, causing no damage at all.

The black hairs no longer fought and exerted force together, dragging Chubby Jun and Qing Ling towards the well.

Qing Ling flipped over, bent her legs, and forcefully kicked, getting stuck outside the well. At the same time, Wang Zikai still held onto Chubby Jun, and his legs were also stuck outside the well.

"...Help!" Chubby Jun cried out.

Gao Yang and Officer Huang immediately rushed over and firmly held onto Qing Ling and Wang Zikai.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded: the five of them twisted together in a distorted manner, forming a deformed "three heads and six arms," firmly stuck at the well's edge. Their bodies were covered in tough and dense black hair, slowly twisting inch by inch.

From a distance, this scene seemed frozen.

In fact, the forces from both sides had reached a delicate balance.

Gao Yang swore that this was the longest and most painful "tug of war" he had ever experienced in his life.

Three seconds passed.

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed...

As the one responsible for strength among the five, Wang Zikai gradually couldn't hold on anymore. "Damn it, damn it... I can't do it, I'm letting go..."

"No! Don't let go!" Chubby Jun pleaded loudly, "I don't want to die..."

"Fatty, sacrifice yourself to save the four of us. It's not a loss. Big brother will avenge you..."

"Why me..." Chubby Jun shouted, "Why don't you let go of Gao Yang? This was originally his assessment. I'm just being dragged down..."

"Shut up, you idiot! Even if I die... I won't abandon my good brother..."

"Boom!"

Before Wang Zikai finished speaking, the ground at the well collapsed, and the five of them fell together into the depths of the earth.

"Ah ah ah -"

Amidst the chaotic screams, Gao Yang felt his vision go black.

...

[Life detection in progress...]

[Status: Alive]

[Degree of injury: Slight]

[Reminder: You have entered an unknown territory and cannot explore. The profit from Lucky Points has doubled.]

[System closed]

[Beep -]

Gao Yang slowly opened his eyes and felt the bright sky and dazzling sunlight. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, feeling the smell of soil and moldy moss all over his hands. He slowly sat up and moved his arms, finding that his body was fine.

The first person he saw was Qing Ling. Qing Ling had already taken off her sports jacket and was wearing a sexy off-shoulder black tank top. She slightly lowered her head, biting on the bandage she carried with her, using one hand to bind the wound on her right arm. At first glance, she looked somewhat like the female protagonist in "Tomb Raider 9."

"Are you... alright?" Gao Yang asked.

Qing Ling raised her head slightly and gave him a glance. "Help."Gao Yang immediately took the bandage from Qing Ling's mouth and helped her wrap it up.

"Where are the others?" Gao Yang asked.

"I don't know, I just woke up." Qing Ling replied.

After bandaging Qing Ling's arm, Gao Yang's eyes finally adjusted to the strong sunlight. He looked around and was taken aback.

Wasn't this the Ancient Village? They were lying at the entrance of the village, and it seemed to be noon. Something was off... Was he still dreaming?

Gao Yang reached out and pinched Qing Ling's face... It shouldn't be a dream, he had never felt such a sensation in a dream before.

Qing Ling glared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Checking if I can copy your talent." Gao Yang said calmly, secretly observing Qing Ling's reaction. As expected, she was fooled, "Still not possible, which means I haven't been unconscious for long, at least not more than 12 hours."

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He thought for a moment and added, "And we're probably not in heaven."

Qing Ling raised an eyebrow, "You think you'd go to heaven when you die?"

"Probably... I guess." Gao Yang wasn't very confident about that.

"Honk honk honk..." A goose honking came from behind.

Gao Yang thought he had heard wrong, but when he turned around, there really was a big white goose.

The big white goose strutted past him, and before he could say anything, a flock of geese passed by him and Qing Ling, making the place lively.

"Honk honk honk... honk honk honk..."

A few seconds later, the goose army left, leaving Gao Yang and Qing Ling covered in feathers.

"Are you two from the city?" The speaker was an old man, short and thin, with dark skin. He was bare-chested, wearing a pair of black hemp trousers, his feet bare and covered in calluses and mud. He held a long bamboo pole in his hand and had a pipe in his mouth.

There were people here! What was going on?

Gao Yang was surprised, while Qing Ling quickly stood up, on guard.

"Are you here to mourn?" The old man asked again.

"Uh..." Gao Yang also stood up, giving a vague answer.

"Go to the Ancestral Hall, when someone in our village dies, we set up a stage there for opera." The old man took off his pipe and pointed to the Ancestral Hall at the end of the village, "There, that's the place."

Gao Yang looked over. Outside the Ancestral Hall was a dirt platform with a temporary shed set up. Underneath were more than a dozen banquet tables, and at the entrance were more than a dozen white wreaths. The Spirit Hall should be set up in the courtyard inside the Ancestral Hall, and the sound of opera could be faintly heard.@@novelbin@@

"Alright, thank you." Gao Yang continued the conversation.

"Ah, Hua's family died horribly, five living people, dismembered overnight... I live next door, didn't hear a thing. Woke up in the morning, everyone was scared silly, the courtyard, the vegetable shed, the trees, the roof... everywhere were severed hands and feet, Hua's head was stuck on..."

The old man didn't finish his sentence, subconsciously looking at the stone tablet marked "Ancient" at his feet, which still had a dried blood stain on it.

"What a sin!" He sighed deeply and walked away, herding his geese.

Gao Yang immediately noticed something, he looked at Qing Ling, "Did you notice?"

Qing Ling nodded slightly, "When we arrived, this stone tablet was broken."

Although he wasn't completely sure, Gao Yang already had a preliminary conclusion, "This Ancient Village is not the same Ancient Village we were in before."