Volume 1: Ghosts of the Underworld Wail... Chapter 16: The Demise of Fat Joe

  Li Yun couldn't say anything else, nodded and reluctantly agreed. At this time, many people had already gathered outside the door, and Yuan brothers and Shi Daoyou were looking at the scene in the room with a surprised expression, but they didn't make any comments.

  "Alright, Mr. Cai, Miss Yin and Miss Li can go rest now! Next, Mr. Qiao, Ms. Zhu and Guide Shi will keep watch for the night, everyone else can disperse! We still need to find a way out tomorrow!"

  Chen Long said that, everyone also remembered the arduous tasks of the next few days, and obviously not having enough sleep was not conducive to escaping, so they all dispersed.

  Back in the hall, Miss Zhu had already put on a pink overcoat and sat down pitifully beside Chen Long. Fat Qiao glared at her with a sullen face until he saw Chen Long frowning and then reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

  Due to the awkwardness earlier, Shi Dao and You didn't have the mood to chat with Chen Long and the others, so he simply closed his eyes and rested.

  As time ticked away, Chen Long couldn't help but feel sleepy when the tour guide's voice came over: "Mr. Chen, I think nothing will happen tonight, it's almost four o'clock now, we should let the next shift take over and keep watch, Mr. Qiao and Ms. Zhu you can go rest first, I'll go call them."

  Chen Long vaguely responded with a murmur, and the three of them entered the inner room. Soon, the Yuan brothers and Jiang Feng came out. The Yuan brothers sat in a place relatively far from Chen Long and started chatting in low voices. Jiang Feng happened to sit in the original seat where Miss Zhu had sat before, seeing that Chen Long looked very sleepy but didn't mind it, thinking he was just too tired, so he didn't greet him.

  Fat Joe returned to the room alone, his scarlet eyes scanning the bed where he had slept with Miss Zhu before. He spat fiercely and cursed: "Damn! A prostitute still dares to pretend to be pure!"

  Miss Zhu was someone he met at an entertainment venue, just when he had inherited a large sum of money from a childless uncle who had passed away, hoping that his idle nephew would live a better life. Who knew that Fat Qiao, after socializing for several years, indulged in all sorts of vices, often hanging out with a group of friends at pleasure grounds, spending money like water, and soon half of the inheritance was gone.

  Just at this time, he met Miss Zhu. Fat Joe thought the girl looked good and wanted to get married and start a new life, so he formally started pursuing her, getting rid of some scumbags who only befriended him for his money. After sleeping with the girl several times, Fat Joe became more and more satisfied, thinking that living with such a sexy lady wasn't bad either, even if they didn't necessarily have true feelings for each other. Because of the thrills and excitement of this trip, Fat Joe thought it would increase their affection for each other. Little did he know that his fear over the past few days had intensified his masochistic tendencies. He could only sleep after being beaten up by someone else, so he had no choice but to let Miss Zhu do it, even though he tried to keep his voice down. Unexpectedly, they were discovered, and what's more infuriating was that Miss Zhu thought he was a pervert and deliberately kept her distance from him!

  It's infuriating to think about it, not only did I not get the beauty's favor, but I also ended up with a disastrous outcome, in this treacherous mountain, thinking ahead, the next few days won't be easy, and if things go wrong, my life might even be lost.

  Fat Joe let out a depressed sigh, carefully closed the door and even used a table to block it before he felt somewhat at ease getting into bed, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket and starting to sleep. Although his heart was not at peace, his tired body still followed its instinctive will, and soon he started snoring.

  After a while, Fat Joe heard a rustling sound. People who are asleep usually react slowly, and Fat Joe was no exception. He instinctively muttered a curse under his breath, covered his head with the quilt, and tried to fall back asleep.

  Humans are a kind of magical creature, when they're extremely tired, even if the sky falls, they won't mind, as long as they can sleep for a while longer.

  But in fact, it was not to the liking of Fat Joe, and the rustling sound became clearer, as if it were emitted in his ear. In addition, Fat Joe also found a bunch of fluffy things drilling into his quilt, rubbing against the soles of his feet constantly.

  Fat Joe was a fat man, his body was very afraid of itching, being teased like this, he really couldn't bear it, and laughed out loud. His drowsiness also gradually faded away, his consciousness returned to his body, Fat Joe shivered with a chill. What is this thing! What thing is on my bed?!

  In the darkness, Fat Joe opened his eyes wide, and his two small eyes rolled around in all directions, trying to see something strange. But he didn't find anything, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Fat Joe trembled with both hands, while shrinking his body together, went to feel for the light switch.

  His left hand slowly felt its way past, and Fat Joe soon came into contact with a bunch of silky smooth things, just like... hair that had just been washed with shampoo. Fat Joe panted heavily, trying to stop himself from thinking wildly, but fear filled his heart.

  He prayed, muttering "Amitabha", and his right hand made the Christian gesture of "Amen" randomly. It's unknown whether it was due to his prayer, but his left hand finally found the switch he had been searching for in a mass of silky substances.

  He didn't press down immediately, he calmed his mind and began to recite in the most sincere tone of his life: "Namo, He-luo-da-na, Duo-luo-ye-ye. Namo, A-lou-ye... What's next?" Fat Joe felt extremely disheartened as he realized he only remembered a few words of the Great Compassion Mantra, and now it was too late to regret not learning those Buddhist phrases from the old ladies.

  Dodo shivered as he pressed the switch, Fat Joe had made all the preparations, if there was nothing that would be best, if there were scary things then run away immediately, anyway outside there were so many people. Thinking of himself pushing the table against the door, Fat Joe felt another wave of regret.

  "With a 'pop', the dim light shone on Fat Joe's face, instinctively narrowing his eyes. Fat Joe endured this extreme discomfort, holding his breath to take in everything before him."

  The scene before him made his body go limp, almost fainting. All he saw was Master Zhou's bloody and mangled head placed in front of him, with hair scattered all over the room, including on the switch he held. The head had no eyes, just dark sockets staring at Fat Joe, with thick black-red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the floor. Fat Joe let out a "ma ya" and his stout body retreated several steps in disbelief.

  The stone slabs on the ground seemed to have come alive, and the pebbles in the gaps turned into pairs of dead fish-like eyes staring at him. Each pair of eyes was mostly white with a little black, covered with a transparent thin film. Soon, these eyeballs began to rotate, and the entire floor started to undulate, making Fat Joe scream repeatedly, unable to distinguish east, south, west, or north.

  He felt that there were still many invisible eyes staring at him, making his back chill. The owners of these eyes seemed to be maliciously discussing how to play with him. Another blurry head rolled out from the corner of the room, although it was not very clear, but Fei Zhou seemed to recognize it, and it was indeed Jiang Shifu's head!

  "I haven't harmed any of you, don't come looking for me!" Fat Joe's trembling voice was hoarse and desperate, with sweat, tears, and snot mixed together, making his fat face look even more ferocious.

  Mr. Jiang's skull seemed to have not heard his words, bouncing on the stone slab, as if an invisible hand was slapping this skull, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like a basketball player practicing dribbling.

  A chill ran down Chubby Joe's spine, he didn't dare stay in this place any longer, he had to escape! After a moment's thought, his legs seemed to have regained their strength, and Chubby Joe carefully made his way around the piles of hair, trying not to step on these things that made his scalp crawl.

  The table on the door was soon touched by him, he made an effort, the table didn't move at all, and then went to see the table legs, only to find that the four legs had been wrapped around with a bunch of hair. Where is the fire? Fat Joe, despite his two legs trembling, still took out a lighter, leaned against the hair on the table leg and "pa" ignited it.

  The fire suddenly burst into flames, and Fat Joe retreated a few steps to avoid the raging blaze. The flames quickly spread to every corner of the room, and the heads of Master Zhou and Master Jiang bounced up violently, as if trying to escape the destruction of the fire. Fat Joe's heart beat violently for a moment, and his excitement and fear also subsided a bit.

  "What the hell is this, isn't it going to burn to death?" He burst out laughing wildly, but soon he found something wrong, a pungent smell began to diffuse in the room, and he quickly covered his nose.

  The flames seemed to be intimidated by the foul smell as well, and gradually began to dwindle until they went out. Strands of flesh crawled out from the gaps in the floorboards, and every corner of the room was filled with these strange pieces of flesh. CSCDMHGCWK

  Fat Joe's heart was racing with fear, instinctively thinking that these things should be the remains of the two drivers who were buried in a distant place yesterday morning. The corpses must have been chopped up to become like this, one strip after another, accompanied by an overwhelming stench, these meat strips crawled towards Fat Joe. On some larger pieces of flesh, there were small corpse insects, which looked like small black beetles. Fat Joe even saw these ferocious little bugs greedily gnawing at the surface of the flesh, making a series of satisfied burping sounds.

  At some point, a low sobbing sound arose in the room, like the muffled sound of mountain wind blowing through the gaps in a stone house. The frequency of this sound was very small, like infrasound, which can cause resonance in people's internal organs, and even reach deep into their souls, causing vibrations within.

  Fat Joe was frightened and lost all his courage, his fat body rolled to the side of the table like a ball, wanting to pull the table that was stuck in the door.

  One by one, the squirming dead flesh turned into a long, finger-thick maggot, which quickly wrapped around Fat Joe's hands and feet. Just as Fat Joe was about to push away from the table, he let out a terrified scream of "Save me!" before being completely submerged in the sea of insects.

  The maggots crawled into his mouth, nose, ears and even bit into his eyes. Fat Joe's body trembled with pain, his arms and legs flailing unnaturally, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to call for help but couldn't make a sound. The maggots that had entered his mouth wriggled in his throat, seemingly destroying his vocal cords. The maggots in his nose made him feel like dying immediately, his face turning a deep purple from suffocation, blindness, deafness and muteness. Fat Joe struggled like a drowning man for a long time before finally losing all signs of life. As the maggots retreated, the skull disappeared, and the blood, flesh and stench that filled the room gradually faded away.

  The low sobbing continued to echo in this small hut, lingering on and on.

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