Chapter Ten: Corpse Fighting

  As soon as they saw Da Ya like this, Qin Zhong and Meng Na simultaneously looked at the teapot, and Meng Na also sat down with a thud behind her.

  Qin Zhong took in a breath of cold air: "What's going on here?"

  Just as several people were focusing their eyes on the teapot, a withered and bloodless dry hand suddenly stretched out from inside the teapot. The hand was still tightly clenched.

  "There are ghosts, I'm going to find my dad!" Mona wiped her chest with one hand, and when she reached halfway, she was shocked: "Oh no, I didn't bring the cross today." She got up and ran towards the door, but before she reached it, she suddenly felt like something was wrapped around her ankle. She fell headfirst, and that heavily made-up face hit the ground first: "Damn it, whose hand is this? I spent an hour putting on this makeup!"

  Qin Zhong's heart skipped a beat as he seemed to recall his grandfather saying that he had seen such hands in some cave, but at the time didn't know why, and after touching the Buddhist beads on his body, those hands disappeared.

  He was taken aback, a plan forming in his mind, and with a swift motion he grabbed the nearby ashtray and slammed it down like a teapot.

  “Bang!” The teapot was smashed to pieces by Qin Zhong, and the fragments scattered all over the floor. However, that hand seemed to have grown legs as it frantically circled around on the ground, crawled over Meng Na's body, opened the door itself, and ran out, with the hand that had been tightly grasping Meng Na's ankle also running out of the door.

  At this time, Qin Zhong had a bottom in his heart. He suddenly stood up and rushed to the door, opened it, and ran straight to the main hall. However, when he arrived at the main hall, he saw that all the lights in the main hall were on, the door of the archives was blown shut by the wind, and the chandelier above the main hall was swaying back and forth in the wind. In the light, Qin Zhong could only see his own shadow, but nothing else.

  Suddenly, all the lights in the building went out, and a spark of electricity was heard from the bottom of the chandelier. A figure passed through the gate, dragging its heavy legs towards Qin Zhong.

  "My goodness, my leg is gone!" Da Ya hugged her own head, squatting on the ground and crying painfully. That Meng Na was indeed a brave girl, if it could be said that she had no brains, it might also be true.

  She rushed out and stood beside Qin Zhong, with her hands on her hips, looking very arrogant: "Who are you, a ghost? What are you doing here, messing around? Be careful, or I'll go back and get reinforcements."

  "Ah!" A long, mournful sigh later, there was no more talk, but at this time, the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground could be heard echoing throughout the building. The sound was loud, yet seemed to come from a distance. However, that thing that looked like a corpse and had entered through the door continued to walk while dropping flesh fragments.

  "Corpse!" Qin Zhong shouted, this is what he learned from the book. When he saw the corpse clearly, he found that half of the skin on the face had fallen off, and the remaining one-third of the face was all rotten flesh. Yellow pus flowed out from the white festering flesh, and the entire lower jawbone was completely exposed, making a crackling sound when moving.

  Qin Zhong didn't dare to slack off, he knew that if they continued to linger here, it was very likely that no one would be able to escape. This made him think of the corpse on Old Geng's back, and if it really attached itself to someone, maybe the next person to die would be him. He turned his head to look at Big Tooth, who was making him furious. He stood up and shouted loudly: "Quickly, go find me a knife! We can't let this thing possess us!"

  "I'm not going, I'm afraid of death!"

  "Afraid to die? If you don't want to die, then follow my method!" Qin Zhong's words reminded Big Tooth, and it seemed that he had also found his direction. He gritted his teeth, looked up at the corpse, and still shivering all over, got up and hastily went into a room at the end of the corridor.

  Qin Zhong quietly waited for the corpse to approach him, the sound of iron chains never stopped, while Meng Na, who didn't know where she got the courage from, kept opening and closing her small mouth, constantly scolding.

  Not long after, Da Ying, wearing glasses with large frames outside small frames, and holding five or six different knives in his hand, ran towards Qin Zhong: "Director, knives, knives!"

  "Boom!"

  As soon as he saw the big tooth, a dog rushed over and started eating feces. All that could be heard was a long, mournful sigh coming from where the big tooth had fallen. Qin Zhong was drawn to the sound and looked over to see that another rotting corpse had two fruit knives stuck in its chest. This sight scared Big Tooth so badly that he threw away the two vegetable knives he still held in his hand.

  The corpse with a stab wound in the chest had a black, sticky liquid flowing out of its mouth, accompanied by an extremely strong acidic smell that was pungent and irritating to the nose and brain, making anyone who smelled it feel uncomfortable all over.

  "What is this thing, corpse acid, my god, it's a poisoned corpse. It seems that tonight we won't be able to live. Qin Zhong's subconscious told himself that this night was a super confusing night, perhaps their last night, and they had to fight for survival."

  Meng Na shouted, the corpse was getting closer and closer to her and Qin Zhong. At this moment, through the weak light outside the front door of the archives building, at least hundreds of feet with iron chains crawled out from the underground construction site, walking slowly and dragging the iron chains with a rustling sound.

  Each corpse had an unusual state, some with only half a head left, others with only one foot left, crawling with their hands, some walking on the stumps of their legs that were cut off at the thigh, and others with a face full of fear, peeling off dry skin from their faces as they walked towards Qin Zhong.

  Just as the atmosphere on the scene was getting more and more tense, a white figure suddenly flashed through the center of the courtyard. The person was wearing white clothes, with a hint of elegance in their movements, swinging a cross back and forth in their hand, with an old-fashioned boombox on their back playing extremely loud music.

  "Dad's here, haha, we're saved." Mona couldn't help but get excited, but just as she shouted this, the corpse that had approached her threw the iron chain in its hand into the air, about to wrap around Mona's neck.

  At this moment, a white light flashed before Meng Na's eyes, and a kitchen knife was placed in front of her.

  "Don't hurt my friend, I'm the curator here, if there's anything, just tell me directly."

  "Hoo-ah!"

  "Damn it, I've been holding back for so many years without scolding anyone, today I also can't be a civilized person, you bastard, if I don't show you some real skills you really won't take me seriously." Qin Zhong at this time was simply the model gentleman of the new century, his actions indeed had spirit, and just this little bit of spirit made Meng Na already moved to tears.

  Qin Zhong had just seen the big-toothed man toss out the knife in his hand, and he rushed out, catching the two kitchen knives. He turned around and charged over, striking with one knife after another without a single mistake, all of them chopping into the rotting corpse's arm. The severed arm was already mangled beyond recognition, and as soon as it fell to the ground, it transformed into a puddle of pus that seeped deep into the earth.

  The remaining part of the rotting corpse continued to pounce on them, and Qin Zhong's two kitchen knives flew up and down, unaware of where he got so much strength, until the corpse was chopped into pieces without any residue left. However, the iron chain remained intact, as if it had a soul of its own. Like an earthworm or a snake, it crawled into the gap at the foot of the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor.

  Look at that big tooth, holding a rolling pin of about 1.5 meters long that was pulled out from somewhere, aiming at the corpse on the ground and hitting it wildly, until the rotten flesh on the corpse's body, along with its black skeleton, was smashed into a pulp, turning into thick corpse acid, seeping into the ground.

  The remaining two eyeballs were also trampled by the mad big tooth, and one foot burst. The iron chain left on the corpse, like the iron chain left on the previous corpse, drilled into the gap under the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor.

  Qin Zhong saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat, what's going on? He turned around to look at the big teeth sitting on the ground, with sweat beads all over his face, panting urgently, and shook his head.

  At this moment, from the outside of the gate, hundreds of iron chains drilled in from the gap, all rushing towards the same direction as the previous two iron chains.