Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!
Chapter 318 - 68 Gu Pan: This time, we will win! (7K words, asking for monthly votes)_4

Chapter 318: Chapter 68 Gu Pan: This time, we will win! (7K words, asking for monthly votes)_4

(19,19)

"Let’s go check it out, we’re almost at the border region, everyone be vigilant," Tang Rou raised her hand to signal the group, then slowed down the formation’s pace again.

The buildings in this area were all very antique, with ancient architecture hidden underneath the towering wild grass.

"Do you sense any monsters?" Song Qixing casually asked.

Tang Rou, a Second Rank "assassin" via the "Rascal" pathway, naturally also possessed the most basic and appreciated skill of this profession—Bloodlust.

Through Bloodlust’s perception, one could search for monsters’ aura within a certain range, thereby avoiding more formidable enemies.

Tang Rou didn’t respond, leaving Song Qixing feeling snubbed, thinking that the Ice Queen indeed lived up to her reputation, and he thus refrained from further comment.

However, he didn’t realize Tang Rou’s expression was sullen for another reason.

She found that her "Bloodlust" skill had failed!

This was an unprecedented occurrence, akin to a tiger losing its eyes or a dog its ears; the Rascal’s most crucial skill had become ineffective.

This was also the reason she didn’t question but instantly believed in Gu Yue Ming’s proposition about the "Cycle."

Otherwise, such an anomaly could not be explained.

Soon, they both led the way into the supply point’s gate, exuding a faint fluorescence, which was a blessing provided by Gu Yue Ming.

"Witch," "Mother Goddess’s blessing."

Under the enhancement of such powers, their physical abilities were comprehensively elevated. Furthermore, this included increased spiritual and mental perception abilities.

Each pathway of life had its characteristics; the "nun" used love to protect and focused on healing; the "Life Mother God" was known for its happy suffering; while the "Doctor" profession specialized in boosting various augmentative abilities.

Due to the critical situation, Tang Rou and Song Qixing didn’t bother with politeness and directly kicked open the door of what seemed to be a clinic converted into the ’Lighthouse Inn.’

Creak!

The door split open inward, revealing a pitch-black space, the back of the building shadowed, but the darkness was unnaturally profound, and the cold was overwhelming, as if filled with countless millennia-old ice.

This scene, without further explanation, indicated that there surely was something fishy inside.

Everyone’s throats tightened, barely daring to breathe as they watched inside.

"How many enemies?" asked Song Qixing quietly.

Tang Rou glanced at him, remained silent, but her slightly arched back and the firm grip on her trident already made her stance clear.

Seeing this, Song Qixing internally cursed, ’Stupid woman still acting high and mighty when death is on the line? To hell with teaming up with you next time,’ while he keenly observed the inside.

Hiss! A bright fireball emerged in his hand, shrinking continuously in a moment.

"Go!" Song Qixing flung his arm forward, hurling the fireball into the inn, where it exploded against the wall spreading flames over five meters in radius.

"Hss, hss, hss!"

A series of hissing sounds erupted.

Everyone inhaled sharply, almost draining the cold air in front of the inn completely.

Inside the vast lobby, bodies lay crisscrossed, dozens, perhaps hundreds of corpses.

Some had just started to decay, while others had already turned to bones.

Inside the corpses, giant snakes with eyes as large as light bulbs poked their heads out.

Each one was disgustingly bloated, less than three meters long, but their middles ballooned to at least thirty to forty centimeters in width.

Their bodies were primarily black and white, but near the snakeheads were strange looped patterns—some silver, some gold.

Upon the unexpected intrusion, these golden and silver-looped fat snakes each stood upright, hissing and flicking their tongues in a peculiar "Z" attack stance, their enormous bellies making them look like bloated pregnant women.

One side humans, the other monstrous snakes, the standoff lasted less than a minute before battle was about to erupt.

Just then, aid by the firelight, people nearby suddenly noticed that one of the corpses on the ground was dressed exactly like Tang Rou.

The fiery-red long coat was very distinctive, albeit a bit old and dirty.

"..." Tang Rou’s eyes narrowed.

Simultaneously, other people also started finding clothing that corresponded to their own.

"Holy shit, that one wears the Song Family uniform!"

"This bracelet is exactly like mine, my mother gave it to me..."

"Those shoes are mine! The sole is oddly sloped; this, this can’t be, can’t be..."

In a moment, seeing familiar clothes on rotting corpses and skeletons, people’s expressions turned to utter fear.

However, Gu Pan didn’t find her own; she was currently wearing a ’Protective Spell’ armor suit, a black, tight set.

But she saw a white dress, like a princess gown, on a skeleton, standing out peculiarly amidst the crowd.

It was exactly like Aunt Gu Yue Ming’s!

"This is..." A shock jolted through her mind, a chill suddenly surged up her spine into her mind, and she couldn’t help cursing: —

—["Fuck! What’s this damn mystery? Am I freaking dead?"]

[You push open the door, only to find instead of the beautiful waitresses and receptionists you expected at this (19,19) Lighthouse Inn, in the main hall lies a grotesquely corroded body, wearing the clean clothes you took from (19,18) inn just by whim!]

The scene before you shifts, the peeling wall paint revealing what should have once been an abandoned clinic’s refuge, showing no signs of human activity.

Silently lying on the ground is a corpse.

Its height, build, identical to Xu Shu.

Even his clothes, ones Xu Shu had scavenged along the road after an encounter with several Nagou’s little demons, smudged with shit, forcing him to steal a leather vest drying in another inn’s laundry, exactly the same—of course, this time Xu Shu had generously left two hundred.

But the question remains, is this corpse me?

Xu Shu looked around, completely baffled.

He had one merit.

That was, things he couldn’t understand, he simply wouldn’t think about.

Thus, faced with this eerie scene, Xu Shu quietly took out his Narrow Sleeve Guanyin.

All that gibberish about divine curses, playing tricks with ethereal spirits on me?

Can anything be more bizarre than my Narrow Sleeve Guanyin?

["Go to hell, all of you!" he said, pressing the plump switch on the left side of the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin Jade Body.]

["Come on~ Have fun~" Along with this soulful song, in an instant, the entire inn began to resonate with an exuberant vibe.]