Fighting and killing

"Pound--"

At the same time, a powerful arm broke through the door.

This arm was by no means a human arm; it was wide, thick, brass-coloured muscles bulging high as if cast in steel, the back of the giant palm was covered with eerily textured scales, and the nails on the four fingers were several centimetres long, hard and sharp as if they were sharp blades.

The moment Gao Yang pounced on Fat Jun, the sharp claws that broke through the door followed him, cutting Gao Yang's left arm.

Feeling the blood, the claw gave a short, excited shudder, and then it began to frantically cut the door. The door was like a fragile piece of cardboard, sliced to pieces in the blink of an eye by the creature's bare hands outside the door.

The beast enters the room, its feet making a loose and terrifying sound as it stomps on the shredded wood.

The main light in the room had been turned off, dim, eerie red and depressing.

"Three, there are actually three ... ah, ah ..." Aunt He's voice was unusually excited, vaguely mixed with inexplicable grief and great gratitude, " It's all mine ... it's all ..."

Gao Yang lay behind the water bed, forcing himself to endure the sharp pain in his arm, covering the mouth of the shivering Fat Jun beside him with one hand, not daring to breathe out.

Soon, Gao Yang's fingers were wet, the tears of Fat Jun's fear.

The light in the room was faint, so Gao Yang used the ceiling mirror above his head to see the enemy's face.

She was indeed "Auntie Ho", a middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a cleaning uniform, she looked thin and pale, her body and head still human, her limbs bestialised, overly thick and strong, bursting through her trouser legs and sleeves, looking extremely incongruous.

She took one step into the entrance hall, her body trembling with excitement.

Soon a wet, smooth, dark green tail emerged from her back.

The tail was growing with some difficulty as it emerged inch by inch, accompanied by sticky and murky bodily fluids, like the amniotic fluid of a pregnant woman in labour.

It pressed against Auntie Ho's hip bones and spine, causing her body to bend forward.

Finally, the tail, as thick as a thigh and two metres long, grew all the way out, and it dragged on the ground with a grim rustling sound like that of a snake as it wriggles.

She looked, now, like a lizard-man.

Gao Yang, who witnessed the whole thing, felt fear in his bones and felt nothing but a wave of dizziness and ringing in his ears. In fact, there was nothing he could do except to hold back the pain, hold his breath, sit back and try to make death come a little slower.

He knew very well that he could never be a match for this monster.

In a trance, he wandered off.

Gao Yang remembered a time when he had used a slipper to slap a cockroach to death.

At that time, the cockroach was discovered and quickly hid under the bed, but Gao Yang easily drove it out and then, with a feeling of disgust and arrogance, he slapped it to death.

Gao Yang felt that he was the small and desperate cockroach at the moment.

The only hope was the Green Spirit, who was hidden somewhere in the room.

The crowd remained frozen in the room for a long and torturous ten seconds.

"Three small, sharp daggers flew out from the shadows and into Aunt He's eyes.

Aunt He quickly raised her arm to block.

"Ding, ding, ding!" With three crisp sounds, the daggers landed on the ground and did not even cut Aunt Ho's hardened arm.

Of course, this was only a feint.

The moment Aunt Ho raised her hand to block, Qing Ling rushed out of the wardrobe, holding the knife in both hands, and stabbed Aunt Ho in the heart from the side.

Aunt Ho's reaction was half a beat slower, but very swift, as it grabbed the sharp Tang knife with both hands, its eight hard, sharp claws grazing the blade with flashes of fire.

"Ah!" Qing Ling gave a low cry, his legs and waist exploded with the strength of his wrists, pushing the Tang Knife with a full thrust.

"Bang!" Aunt He's entire body slammed into the wall, but her hands still tenaciously gripped the Tang Knife, guarding her heart.

Qing Ling continued to push harder as the blade stabbed into Aunt He's chest inch by inch.

"Awwwwww-" Aunt Ho hissed something between human and beast as her tail swung up and lashed out with a hard whip to Qingling's waist, who stumbled, her strength instantly slackening.

Auntie Ho took the initiative and grabbed the Tang knife and flung it. The weapon flew out with Qing Ling and crashed into a separate bathroom, shattering the toughened glass into small particles with a thud.

The stab wound in Auntie Ho's chest was not shallow, and she gasped in pain and anger as she took a step towards the bathroom.

A quilt flew over and covered Aunt Ho with a hood.

During the short ten seconds that Qing Ling fought with Aunt He, Gao Yang and Fatty Jun were not idle either.

Fatty Jun lifted the quilt up to cover Aunt He, but this could not be delayed for more than a few seconds. His idea was simple, block Aunt He's view for a short while and then escape.

In fact Fat Jun did just that, and the moment the quilt covered Auntie Ho, he pulled his legs up and ran for the door. Unfortunately, being overly nervous and with the ground full of broken glass particles and slimy secretions from the beast's body, he slipped and fell on his feet right in front of Aunt Ho's eyes.

"Don't, don't kill me ... mum ... help me ..." Fat Jun was like a fat mudskipper, thrashing on the ground rolling, but the sticky liquid prevented him from getting up.

Aunt He waved her sharp claws and tore away the quilt, her eyes locked on Fat Jun at his feet: three humans were harder to deal with than he had imagined, and he no longer expected to enjoy them properly, so he killed one first.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh -" three daggers flew out again, stabbing at Aunt He's eyes.

Aunt He's eye was poked out and immediately bled out.

"Ah ..." she waved her claws around haphazardly, "Eyes! My eyes ..."

At this moment, Gao Yang's body was trembling badly, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

--You are useless.

--Nothing you do will help, you can't change anything, so don't be nervous.

--just go and do it, you're here, it's all about participation.

Gao Yang relied on an odd set of self-soothing methods that surprisingly eased his fears and nerves considerably. At the same time as Fat Jun lifted the quilt, he picked up the Tang knife that had fallen to the ground and cut the plug of the hair dryer, then he plugged it into the wall.

No, the distance was still not enough!

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the Tang knife and stabbed at Aunt Ho.

The tip of the knife stabbed into Auntie Ho's thigh, but as the force was minimal, it did not go deep enough. Auntie Ho swung her palm over and Gao Yang was prepared for it and leaned back, only to feel a spicy cut on the bridge of his nose - his nose was cut.

Aunt Ho, who had lost her sight, did not blindly pursue the attack; it grabbed the Tang knife on her thigh and tried to pull it out. The knife was not deep enough to be easily pulled out, but there was an invisible force that pressed down on the knife and prevented Auntie Ho from pulling it out.

Lying on the ground, Qing Ling's hands were open, gritting her teeth, blood already spilling from the corners of her mouth, "Hurry up!"

Gao Yang grabbed the thread cut by the hairdryer and put it on the blade.

There was no "crackling" effect in the movie, nor was there any electric shock at all. All that could be heard was a dull, short "zi" sound, and Aunt He fell to her knees in a heap.

She did not faint and tried to get up.

Gao Yang hurriedly gave her another electric shock.

Auntie He jerked violently and sat down on the ground.

She was still trying to get up and her tail was whipping around on the ground. If an ordinary human was electrocuted, he would definitely faint, if not die on the spot.

Qing Ling stood up at some point, she stepped forward, pulled out the Tang knife on Aunt He's thigh and stabbed her hard in the right side of her chest. Aunt Ho let out a wail of pain, her hands still struggling wildly.

"Help me!" Qing Ling shouted.

Gao Yang hurriedly threw away the thread in his hand, held Qing Ling's hands from behind, and pushed forward with force.

Finally, the Tang knife pierced through Aunt He's chest.

Aunt He's body spasmed and she didn't even manage to scream, her head lolled and she was nailed to the pink wall, the image was unspeakably bizarre.

Qing Ling was battered and exhausted. She took a long breath and relaxed, leaning back against Gao Yang's chest, where he could feel the "thud, thud, thud" of her heartbeat.

After a few seconds of silence, Qingling turned around and fell back into the waterbed, nearly deflated. She was covered in bruises and the white bathrobe she was wrapped in had blood stains all over it.

Gao Yang's mind also went blank as he covered his injured shoulder, which was rearing up in pain, and stood in a messy, dirty, bloody room, the air an indescribable choking smell.

If I had to describe it, it felt like rotten eggs mixed with plastic burning, and there was even a little windex and mustard added to the flames.

Gao Yang only felt his stomach lurch and he knelt down in front of Aunt He's body and vomited profusely.

Fat Jun, who had escaped death, didn't stay idle as he hurriedly found something to block the door and said afterwards, "Luckily the other rooms on this floor are empty."

"Didn't you say there was only one room left on this floor?" Gao Yang wiped his mouth.

"Hey, hey, I'm lying to you guys, business has been bad lately." Fatty ran over with a fart and gave Gao Yang's arm a treatment.

"Brother ..."

"I'm younger than you."

"From now on, you're my real brother." Fatty Jun looked at Qingling on the water bed again, "She is my real sister-in-law!"

"Brother, I have a question, how did you find out that something was wrong with Aunt Ho?" Fatty Jun asked.

"Sound." Gao Yang sounded tired, "If it came to clean, there would be a trolley. I only heard her footsteps, not the sound of a trolley."

"Awesome!" Fat Jun slapped his thigh, "What a quick mind! Why didn't I think of that!"

"That's for sure, my brother has a brilliant mind!"

Gao Yang was shocked and looked back.

The one who spoke was none other than Wang Zikai.