Chapter 4 Lu Bu'er's Method to Clear the Level_2

Be fierce, don't be afraid.

He told himself.

He reached out with his right hand, found the electric baton that had rolled to the ground, and turned it on full power!

Bang!

The mummified corpse's head was hit, and the huge electrical current made it scream in agony.

But each of its counterattacks was dodged.

Lu Bu'er seemed to have activated some sort of precognition, anticipating its every attack.

Then counterattacking at its most vulnerable spot!

Lu Bu'er kicked it over, carrying a steel pipe in one hand and clutching the electrified baton in the other, striking its head alternately, each blow done with utmost ferocity, the crisp sound of its skull cracking resonating continuously.

He tossed away the weapons, lifted a brick with both hands, and smashed it down hard!

Once, twice, three times.

The mummified corpse still tried to strike back, but every move was anticipated by him.

"Its habit when attacking is to go for the throat and heart first, its arm span is around a meter, its nails are five centimeters, but its reaction speed isn't fast, it's lacking intelligence..." Lu Bu'er recalled his past combat experience, dodging the monster's attacks one after another.

His hands didn't stop either, smashing down the brick fiercely!

Bang!

The back of the mummified corpse's head was thoroughly crushed!

"Does it hurt?"

He suppressed the growl in his throat, "This is just the beginning."

"High offense and agility, low defense, but very tenacious vitality. It must be beheaded to be killed, which means every fight with these monsters must be finished off!"

In the end, Lu Bu'er shakily got to his feet, stepped on its spine, hugged the head with both hands, and with all his might, pulled as if uprooting a leek.

"This, this is what really hurts."

There was a snap as the mummified corpse's head was pulled off alive, rolling into the bushes like a ball and startling the others into retreating.

Lu Bu'er fell to the ground on his butt, his kick hitting the face of the injured middle-aged tycoon. That kick was full of essence, causing very little damage but extremely insulting.

"Idiot."

The young man lay on the ground, his shoulder torn and bloody, with a broken nail lodged in his flesh, almost through and through, a shocking sight.

Truth be told, he had never been in such a brutal fight in his life. He took a deep breath, held it, and with a trembling right hand, slowly grasped the sharp nail and pulled it out with force!

Blood sprayed out, as if a bone had been drawn out.

His vision darkened, allowing the blood to flow out. The light from a distance cast a warm glow on his face, and once the pain ceased, what emerged was endless confusion.

He didn't understand why the project his parents had researched could have undergone such a bizarre change, nor could he comprehend why the screeching of the mummified corpses could cause such agony. Everything was so elusive.

For someone like Lu Bu'er, who didn't have long to live, he had never imagined the last journey of his life would be so absurdly bizarre, blurring the line between dream and reality.

What a load of crap.

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Finally, the people came to their senses from the excruciating pain, lifting their heads, sobbing loudly.

They had survived.

But when they realized their companions had indeed perished, they couldn't help feeling a chill of melancholy and fear because the mutilated bodies were just in front of them, seemingly narrating the despair of the deceased or the fate of being in this cruel world.

Officer An let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the youth lying on the ground, and gave a thumbs up.

"You can really fight, Lu. With your combat strength, a few more mummified corpses would be no problem! Hurry, hurry, I'll take a look at you. How come you don't know how to stop the bleeding?" Boss Zhang staggered up, checked on him, and did a simple dressing.

No one knew how the youth had managed to counter-kill, but it no longer mattered.

Surviving was what counted.

"Strange, we all came out of cocoons. Why is it that the same cocoons here are wrapping a bunch of monsters?" Officer An got up and looked around.

Boss Zhang was about to say something when something caught his eye a distance away, and he froze.

A slap.

He slapped himself hard.

Lu Bu'er suddenly had a bad premonition and followed his gaze.

In that moment, he felt the urge to erupt in curses.

Because the cemetery was filled with pure white cocoons, and when the blood from the bodies inside spread over them, they seemed to pulse for an instant, as if a dormant heartbeat was revived.

"Boss Zhang!"

Lu Bu'er gritted his teeth, "Your damn mouth!"

One mummified corpse was trouble enough, let alone a group!

"I really deserve to die!"

Boss Zhang's face went green as he lamented, "Since they were miscarried, can't you guys just die inside and stop goddamn coming out to harm people!"

"Run, run! Try not to make too much noise, run!" Officer An strained to get up and with all his strength pulled up the remaining companions, pushing them forward like herding ducks.

But it was already too late. The pristine cocoons began to sway in the wind, and the silky threads fell off, revealing withered and shriveled bodies that came to life as the cocoons broke open.

They opened their eyes as if newborn, their crimson vertical pupils reflecting the entire world. Their withered noses twitched slightly, as if seeking fresh prey.

It was too late!

The crowd felt a chilling dread; there was no dealing with so many mummified corpses.

In this critical moment, Lu Bu'er remembered something. Back when he had completed the game by avoiding killing the monsters, he had used a trick to evade their pursuit.

He turned his head and saw, in the wind, as the mummified corpses sniffed around, they actually passed over the fallen middle-aged tycoon as if they hadn't seen him, stepping over him.