Chapter 24 The Last Two Hours

The original plan was that Edward should have been overtaken and killed by the evil spirits in the forested area... thereby setting the final battleground in the single-storey house area.

The traps set in the rooms were also prepared for the evil spirits.

However, Edward didn't die, on the contrary, he was taking the initiative.

Facing a special human who has the ability to survive in front of an evil spirit, Han Dong had to take it seriously.

Change the plan temporarily.

Switch the traps that were used to deal with the evil spirits to Edward!

At the same time, using Edward as bait, lure the evil spirits in, and use fire to gain more time... Han Dong has never thought that a big fire could burn the evil spirits to death.

Because of the impact of the heavy rain.

The fire, which was enough to ignite the surrounding woods, could not spread and was completely extinguished after burning for half an hour.

The completely burned interior of the single-storey house.

You can vaguely see some charred pus slowly gathering.

Crack~ Crack~ Crack.

A series of joint movement sounds reverberated.

Through the gaps in the bricks, you can vaguely see a charred mouth, making sounds as it wriggles:

"It hurts so much…"

"It hurts so much…"

"It hurts so much…"

...The voice slowly evolved from initial discomfort to excitement.

Remaining time: [2 hours 30 minutes]

Han Dong, who had reached the tile-roofed house, made a decision.

Under Chen Li's persuasion, he let Daqing, who was unrelated to this incident, leave first.

After all, Daqing was Chen Li's last attachment to this world.

As long as Daqing is safe and returns to his original family to live a normal life, Chen Li can be free of worries.

In this way, the help will be reduced by one person.

""The last hour will be the time with the highest probability of death... The evil spirit's 'limits' will be completely lifted.

This fire should not delay much time, it's necessary to adopt special strategies.

Miss Chen Li, please guard it above and let me stay alone for a while."

"Okay."

Han Dong pulled up a chair and sat alone in the dark and gloomy plague cellar.

Before his death, when encountering an academic bottleneck, Han Dong would reject all activities, shield all external distractions, and engage in this type of 'solitary' thinking.

"What do I still have..."

As if assuredly reviewing all contemporary research papers on the subject before making scientific innovations... Han Dong listed the existing tricks and advantages one by one.

Advantages:

1. The evil spirits think that Han Dong is already dead.

2. If the evil spirit cannot pass through walls, then the plague cellar only has one entrance and exit.

3. The evil spirit is known to fear fire to a certain extent.

Tricks:

1. The Fate Weapon - 'Plague Doctor's Short Blade'.

2. The assistant - "Possessed" Chen Li.

3....

Thinking of the third trick, a series of eerie images flashed through Han Dong's mind.

The weird tentacles between the prison walls, the moving mycelium on the neck, the strange dream, and the dangerous tentacles growing out of the palm.

"I have enough tricks, and enough advantages... It just depends on how difficult the four-star difficulty will be.

Actually, all in all, I am also a kind of 'cheater'.

If it wasn't for the various special traits this brain carries, relying solely on planning, it would be hard to beat Edward... Let alone surviving under the claws of an evil spirit.

If I can survive, I can slowly understand this world.

I must survive!"

Thump thump thump.

There was a knocking sound from the floor of the cellar entrance.

Then, Chen Li's low voice came, "There's some movement outside... What should I do?"

"So soon!? It's worthy of being a four-star difficulty..."

Han Dong was startled.

He had assumed that Edward's death and the fire-burning plan would be able to buy them time until the last hour... However, with two hours still left on the clock, the evil spirits had already caught up with them.

Han Dong made a risky decision:

"I've thought of a plan!

Miss Chen Li, would you please pretend to be 'Monica' from our team, and hide in the dark corner of the basement?

You don't have to look too much like her, just make sure the evil spirits can't see your face clearly.

The current 'evil spirit' thinks that Monica is the only surviving member of our team."

Chen Li asked, "What about you?"

"I'll die again."

......

"The relevant limitation has been removed. Please hunt down the last survivor in the remaining two hours."

When the crawling evil spirit received the information and followed the footprints to the tile house... its burnt beyond recognition body did not hinder its movements at all.

Creaking, creaking!

The sound of nails scratching against the cement wall echoed throughout the dilapidated tile house.

The evil spirit crawled on the ceiling and quickly entered the interior of the tile house.

In the main hall area, it first discovered Han Dong, whose neck had been cut open and was holding a small knife in his hand... It did not doubt Han Dong's death in the slightest.

During the search, it found a wooden bed that showed signs of having been moved in the bedroom.

This deliberate movement was, of course, purposely done by Han Dong.

Arkman reached out to pull the wooden bed, revealing a secret passage leading to the cellar.

A strange laugh crossed her lips... as if she couldn't wait to end the event.

Her burnt black arm slowly crawled down the moss-covered stairs.

The evil spirit, with its night vision ability, immediately spotted the 'last survivor' huddled in a corner of the cellar, her body trembling slightly.

As a result of severe burns to her vocal cords, Arkman's voice was hoarse:

"I didn't expect you to survive until the end... I thought that blonde boy would use you to buy some time. Ha-ha, but it doesn't matter who ends up last, the outcome is the same, ha-ha..."

The strange laughter echoed through the cellar.

The evil spirit determined that there were no other exits in the cellar, and 'Monica' squeezed in the corner had no chance of escape.

Having plenty of time left, it slowly crawled closer.

Severe burns.

Arkman had lost all her hair, her long tongue licked back and forth on her face, her crawling posture somewhat resembled the Licker from 'Biohazard'.

Of course, as an 'evil spirit', she had many other characteristics.

She was not an average mutated life form.

The way Arkman chooses to kill was through her ten fingers. Once the ten fingers touched the target's face, the target would lose all ability to move.

Her ten long and writhing fingers slowly reached out, and just as they were about to touch 'Monica's' face...

A surge of foreign Qi dispersed.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the dispersal of the malignant Qi, a kitchen knife materialized in 'Monica's' hand.

Her wrist twisted, and a precise and quick cut fell.

The two arms of the evil spirit were precisely cut off... falling five meters away.

Ahh!!

A scream echoed in the air.

The 'Monica' hidden in the corner no longer trembled but revealed a fierce expression.

"You… Are you a character from the event?! You're asking for death!"

Plumes of Yin Qi seeped out from the evil spirit's severed arms, in milliseconds constructed two contaminated arms, half-gaseous and half-solid... The speed this time was faster than the kitchen knife. It firmly grabbed Chen Li's neck and lifted her into mid-air.

Since her ten fingers had come in contact with the skin, plumes of Yin Qi were continuously invading Chen Li's body.

Chen Li was being 'weakened' continuously, she was unable to freely wield the kitchen knife… gradually losing the ability to move.

The actual evil spirit has a significant advantage in power over someone like Chen Li who was only mildly possessed.

However, in Han Dong's plan... There was never a part that required Chen Li to kill the evil spirit.

All of this was merely a ploy to distract the evil spirit Arkman.

Because of the severing of her arms by the kitchen knife.

All of Arkman's attention was distracted by the 'pain' and Chen Li.

She didn't notice at all, that at the entrance of the cellar, a weak and sickly young man was slowly making his way down.