Deep in the Living
Chapter 327 - 315: Desire

Chapter 327: Chapter 315: Desire

A simple stove made of stones, a roughly handcrafted round table, stools, and various cabinets.

It almost resembled a human home environment, making Luo Di wonder if he had come to a remote rural area instead of being in the territory of Evil Play.

The source of light was a candle lit on the round table.

Besides the candle,

there were leftover roots and vegetables on it, not raw but roasted or even simply processed meat, and dark vegetables.

"This is not an illusion like at Navel Port, it’s real.

The living environment of Evil Play is indeed similar to humans... But upon closer thought, it should be so. The Hell Item of Evil Play is the brain, they should be the race that likes thinking the most in True Hell, also the first to develop high intelligence.

And True Hell is highly biologically similar to the Human World,

these demons, which favor brain development, should also have a similar development to human civilization, unlike Spine or the tumor folk who are extreme and lean towards primitive life."

Luo Di reached out to touch the leftovers; the slight warmth transmitted to his fingers made him both cautious and a bit excited, perhaps soon he could break away from a state without much thought.

"Not even a knife? How did this guy cook? Tearing with hands, or the knife is placed elsewhere?"

The search around the stove area yielded nothing, Luo Di had to look around other places in the cabin.

There were no separate sections like bedrooms, living rooms, or kitchens; all areas were connected. Luo Di quickly reached the bed on the side of the house; despite the stains, the bedding was neatly stacked at the end of the bed.

In addition, there was a wooden wardrobe here.

"Clothes? Perfect."

Luo Di, who climbed out of a pile of corpses, had been stark naked all the way, not feeling cold but uncomfortable.

Moreover, some things on his body needed to be secured by clothing, otherwise movement or fight could disturb balance or even expose weaknesses easily hit by an opponent.

Upon opening the wardrobe, a smell of corpse decay wafted out.

This smell was not unfamiliar to Luo Di; after all, he had been a frequent visitor to the graveyard since his high school days, and his home often carried a similar odor.

"The dead bodies piled at the end of the road; did this person do it? Is the person here some kind of corpse handler?"

Luo Di rummaged through the wardrobe and indeed found satisfactory clothing.

A fairly clean set of intimate cloth wear for the inside and a black leather coat stained with slight corpse impurities on the outside, perfectly restoring the Murderer style.

"Speaking of which, did the owner of this house leave before I arrived, perhaps to carry other corpses in the forest?

Probably not; this type of wooden house is very susceptible to fire, he obviously lived here for a long time, and he would surely extinguish the candle if he went out.

Still here?"

Perhaps due to the comfort of the clothing, Luo Di’s search became even more detailed, and upon stepping on a particular floorboard, he noticed a different sound.

He bent down and soon discovered a hidden door leading to the basement.

Luo Di did not rush to open it but put his ear as close as possible to the wooden surface to listen to what was happening below, faintly hearing something but very slight and distant, unable to determine what it was.

He then conducted a detailed inspection of the hidden door, verifying the smoothness of its hinges and that no traps were set inside.

Slowly opening it, barely making a sound.

With the opening of the hidden door, an aroma he was familiar with from the graveyard dispersed, and it was very strong.

Not only that,

with the opening of the hidden door, the sound from the basement became clearer, still somewhat distant, a regular thumping noise.

Thump~ Thump~ Thump! Consistently ongoing.

Luo Di tried to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible as he stepped down the stairs toward the basement, the arm in his hand ready as a weapon for swinging at any moment.

When he reached the basement, there were still no living people in sight.

The basement was even slightly larger than the wooden house above and was divided into two areas.

The area where Luo Di was seemed to be a place for accumulating waste, with various kinds of garbage, wooden scraps, wine barrels, etc., collected from unknown places.

The farther area had a partition where candlelight was flickering.

The persistent thumping noise also came from within there.

"They really don’t provide any weapon; not even a prop that could barely serve as a weapon. The wood planks here are rotting, just a slight touch would completely break them.

Looks like taking an arm from a corpse earlier was the right choice."

Moving towards the deeper area with flickering firelight, the thumping became louder and more bizarre, as if something was being smashed.

Reaching the doorway,

Luo Di’s body was almost clinging to the cold outer wall.

He quietly peeked his head in, spying the bizarre scene inside the house through his black-and-white vision, and Luo Di involuntarily clenched the "severed limb" in his hand.

A candle hung from the ceiling,

A muddy shovel was carelessly thrown on the ground,

A tool rack leaned against the wall, holding various implements associated with corpse excavation.

A man wearing only a coarse cloth shirt, his lower half wrapped in underwear, stood with his back to the door, repeatedly headbutting the wall, clearly having already shattered it.

Blood mixed with some substance kept flowing down the wall, not red but a black liquid speckled with white.

Not only that,

This "tool room" compartment had short phrases written all over the walls in fresh blood:

≮When will it end?≯

Just as Luo Di was about to further scout the tool rack for items that could be used as weapons... Bang! The sound of headbutting the wall suddenly stopped.

The cabin owner abruptly turned his head, looking towards the compartment door.

Though he saw nothing, he quickly picked up the shovel from the floor and, with stiff and uncoordinated movements, charged out.

But outside, nothing was there; the dark basement remained as it was, seemingly just his illusion.

But then... Shush shush~

His nostrils twitched.

His nose seemed quite sensitive, especially to the corpses he dealt with daily. He immediately smelled a scent of a corpse that didn’t belong to the basement, and he was sure that someone had just been standing at the door.

"Corpse... corpse..."

He muttered this word repeatedly as he began searching around the basement. Meanwhile, liquid mixed with brain matter dripped from the cracked portion of his brain gate.

When he searched near the area where junk was piled up, he found that the corner where barrels of wine had been stacked was now unexpectedly covered with thatch, and a faint scent of a corpse wafted from inside.

"Corpse..."

Again, he suddenly sped forward, swinging the shovel in his hand.

Bang!

The force was so strong that it smashed all the empty barrels atop the pile, apparently also breaking some bones.

Bending down,

He lifted the thatch.

Among the shattered barrels, there were no corpses, only a broken arm.

At that moment,

A figure swiftly attacked from behind him, scattering silver light.

Beheading!

Swish~ A rusty knife, seemingly long unused, cut about halfway through his cervical vertebra, unable to sever it completely.

"This body... is it so weak?"

Luo Di quickly withdrew the rusty knife he had opportunistically grabbed from the tool rack, retreating quickly to create distance. He had thought it would be a one-strike kill, but it only cut halfway through the neck.

So weak, too unaccustomed.

In front,

The cabin owner, with his neck partially severed, had turned around. No blood flowed from the wound, as if he too had been assimilated during the corpse digging process, transforming into something related to corpses.

Or perhaps he had originally transformed from a certain corpse.

The front image of this cabin owner matched very much with someone related to the cemetery.

His eyes were replaced by a type of cemetery moss, densely packed within the eye sockets, with worms crawling in and out.

The skull had been completely smashed during the earlier wall-banging, clearly revealing the almost lifeless pale brain inside.

Even though the brain seemed utterly inactive, even moldy in appearance,

But when Luo Di saw the brain,

That intense urge came again,

An overwhelming desire to obtain it spread wildly within him, as if countless worms were burrowing in and out of every skin pore, unstoppable.

Just as he was distracted by the brain, the heavily swung shovel was already striking towards him face-on.