Free Web NovelIn the dark and silent room, Li Daqiang used gu worms to treat the gruesome wound on his calf, then got up and forcefully knocked on the four walls and ceiling of the room, making 'thump thump' sounds, searching for a way out.
He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer; he just wanted to leave this ghost place quickly.
Ever since he said a certain wrong sentence and committed a taboo, he felt that strange pair of eyes had been staring at him from an unseen place, without purpose, never closing, making him feel utterly creeped out.
Li Daqiang had faced quite a few opponents over the years, but he had never been as uneasy as he was now. Those opponents who were against him had certain purposes, and with a purpose, their actions would also have traces to follow.
But opponents with absolutely no purpose were the most terrifying; their behavior was completely unpredictable.
Li Daqiang searched in the pitch-black room for a long time before finding the exit from the room, but upon seeing the exit, he frowned.
It was a square hole, about one meter in length and width, located in a corner of the room, welded with iron bars that were already corroded and aged.
Li Daqiang lightly kicked it twice, and the iron bars broke into several pieces.
He stared at the hole, thinking that he was very likely inside the South Suburb Slaughterhouse, and it suddenly dawned on him.
That should have been the entrance/exit for pigs in the past.
The fear of death can always easily help people overcome some psychological barriers.
Li Daqiang stared at the hole, hesitated for a moment, then walked towards it.
As soon as he crouched down, his hands touched something sticky. He instinctively brought his hand to his nose to sniff, and immediately his stomach churned.
A foul smell, a dizzying foul smell.
It was hard to describe the smell; it was like rotten flesh, and also like excrement, even mixed with the pungent odor of petrochemical products.
Li Daqiang endured the discomfort, rubbed his hands on the wall, and without a moment's delay, crawled out of the hole and left the room.
As soon as he left the room, he froze.
He hadn't expected it to be even darker outside than inside, with no trace of light, and both sides were pitch black, making it impossible to see anything.
A cold wind seemed to move like something alive, making soft 'ho ho' sounds.
It sounded like the guttural sounds made by someone about to die, desperately and greedily breathing, without interruption, bringing ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) the rotten smell of death.
Li Daqiang stood against the wall in the corridor, swallowed, and softly chanted a simplified Spell, "From the spirit, the pháp spirit, the primordial spirit moves, the spiritual light exists!"
The Spell he mastered was different from the various Spells recorded within the Night Watch; it was a Spell researched by his great-grandfather's generation by modifying Taoist Thunder methods.
However, since his Grandpa, no one in the family had been able to learn it until his appearance.
Originally, he had the chance to become someone like a "half-immortal, great immortal" in his hometown area.
Unfortunately, in Li Daqiang's opinion, guarding that dirt-poor countryside was a behavior without promise.
Life and death are determined by heaven, wealth and honor by fate. In today's society, it's about who has more money and who is ruthless enough. To live a carefree life, you have to go out and make a name for yourself.
As the Spell was chanted, a static-like 'crackling' sound came from Li Daqiang's left fingertip, and a faint light lit up.
Using the faint light, he was finally able to see the full view of the corridor.
The entire corridor was very long and winding; for a time, he couldn't see the end. There were many rooms on both sides of the corridor, and those rooms had no doors, only one-meter-square holes.
He instinctively walked towards one end of the corridor. The journey seemed smooth; the ground was flat, nothing tripped his feet, and no hand suddenly reached out to grab his arm.
But even so, as he walked, Li Daqiang became increasingly uneasy. He found that this corridor seemed to have no end, like a strange loop abandoned by the world.
After walking for a long time, he was already close to losing his sense of direction, as if continuing to walk would make him gradually lost here.
Suddenly, Li Daqiang stopped as if he had thought of something.
"Hmph! Ghost wall? A mountain dragon meeting a descending tiger, society is not for you to rule. You think you can trap me with this?"
He said to himself, then extinguished the faint electric light on his fingertip and closed his eyes.
The best way to deal with a ghost wall is not to rely on your eyes or even intuition to determine direction. You just need to fix on one direction and move forward by instinct, and you will be able to get out.
He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and after only walking twenty to thirty steps forward, he ran into a hard wall.
Did he get out?
Li Daqiang opened his eyes and looked back. The corridor behind him was only about twenty meters long, with four or five rooms lined up on either side.
Looking ahead, on the dirty cement wall, there was a hole similar to those in the rooms, but much longer than those holes. Looking down, it was like a small tunnel, and at the other end of the tunnel, firelight flickered, and a faint hum of machinery operation could be heard.
What was outside?
Li Daqiang stared at the hole, hesitated for a moment, then driven by curiosity, he bent down and crawled out along the narrow hole.
Being in the narrow tunnel, the hard cement walls around him emitted a strange smell, making it feel like he had crawled into the intestines of some creature.
"Damn it, what's going on with this broken place? It's already pickled!"
Li Daqiang cursed in a low voice, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and sped up his crawl forward. When he was about to crawl out of the hole, he saw the scene outside and was instantly stunned.
It was a large factory building. A roaring sound came from inside, the huge noise of countless machines running. The ground, covered in black sludge, was full of cracks, occasionally spewing firelight, illuminating the entire factory building.
The assembly line, which seemed to be built on hell, kept turning. Rows of rusty iron hooks hung down from the ceiling, and countless people were impaled through their jaws by those iron hooks, hanging naked in mid-air.
They all seemed to still be alive, constantly struggling, flailing their limbs, screaming, and crying out in despair, and as the assembly line turned, they were sent one by one into the huge machinery.
Thus, amidst the continuous cutting, crushing, pulling, and the 'hissing' sound of steam spraying from the huge boilers, the chilling wails and screams disappeared, leaving only the hum of machinery operation echoing.
Seeing the scene before him, Li Daqiang recalled the various legends about the South Suburb Slaughterhouse.
Legend has it that in the dead of night, eerie screams would come from the slaughterhouse.
Someone saw huge figures walking inside the slaughterhouse from a distant hillside.
The slaughterhouse manager mysteriously disappeared and has not been found to this day. Some speculate that he might be hiding somewhere in the slaughterhouse.
And...
A group of animals that raise humans live in the slaughterhouse.
Li Daqiang's gaze roamed along the walls of the factory building, and as expected, he found many holes similar to the one he was currently in on the walls.
That's right, those rooms just now were where the pigs to be slaughtered were kept, and the factory building ahead was the slaughterhouse's assembly line. Li Daqiang thought.
"Thump—Thump—Thump—!"
Just as he was thinking, a heavy sound of footsteps, like drumming, echoed in his ears, interrupting his thoughts.
Before he could react, a massive head appeared at the hole ahead.
It was a head covered in black hair, with layers of fat forming wrinkles. A pair of bulging eyes were deep, lazy, and without much emotion. It met Li Daqiang's gaze, grinned, and revealed a row of razor-like fangs.
That smile, with a hint of mockery in its indifference, was like a human observing caged animals, sending chills down one's spine.
In an instant, Li Daqiang's ears were buzzing, his body felt as if it had been injected with anesthetic, not obeying his brain's command. A huge vortex seemed to appear in his mind, rapidly spinning and drawing his consciousness in inch by inch.
In a panic, he bit his tongue hard. Pain and the smell of blood spread through his mouth. He snapped back to his senses, using all four limbs, and quickly retreated.
Halfway through his retreat, he saw several rusty iron hooks flying from the exit of the tunnel ahead. The sharp points of the hooks collided with the walls of the tunnel, creating large sparks.
The flickering sparks blurred Li Daqiang's vision. The next moment, a sharp pain and terrifying pulling force came from his chest and shoulder. In that momentary Stunned, the iron hooks took away a large chunk of his flesh and blood.
"Bang—!"
Li Daqiang finally escaped from the tunnel's hole back into that dark room, falling heavily to the ground. Hot blood gushed from the wound, making his consciousness hazy.
He felt that the secretly peering eyes had appeared again, observing him from a place he couldn't see.
But this time, he knew where that strange gaze was coming from.
It was the Strange Tale hidden in the slaughterhouse!
In a daze, he heard footsteps coming from the darkness; someone was gradually approaching.
Before long, a figure wearing a black Coat and a fisherman's hat appeared beside him.
"Help... help..." He subconsciously cried for help, only to see the person come to his side, squat down, and slowly pull out a pig-slaughtering knife from their In arms.
"I'm sorry, I can't save you. I made a deal with someone. Only one person can live tonight, and that must be me."
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The person said with a sinister smile, and as he spoke, he gripped the pig-slaughtering knife with both hands and fiercely stabbed it into Li Daqiang's chest.
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In the distance, on the hill outside the South Suburb Slaughterhouse.
"Oh no! Li Weiyi appeared, but... but..."
The Cat-Eared Girl stammered, and when she turned her head, she saw the tall, thin man grinning foolishly at his phone. Her face sank, and she raised her hand and gave him a sharp rap on the head.
"Stop looking. Is it really that interesting to watch people talk trash? Come on, help me analyze why Li Weiyi wants to kill Li Daqiang."
"It's not really interesting to watch people talk trash, but if the person talking is a beautiful girl, then..."
The man said, suddenly catching sight of the Cat-Eared Girl raising her pink fist. He quickly changed his words, "Uh, well, isn't this a simple matter? You'll know if you analyze it a bit."
"Then you analyze it for me!"
"The fact that Li Weiyi was able to survive is inherently strange. Now that he has attacked other people undergoing the assessment, can we infer that he has reached some kind of deal with the urban legend in the Slaughterhouse?" The man said.
"Deal?" The Cat-Eared Girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. "But the urban legend in the Slaughterhouse don't treat people as people at all! How could he make a deal with them?"
"..." The man pondered for a few seconds, his gaze deepening, and said with disgust, "This is also simple. If you can't live standing, then kneel. In other words, Li Weiyi just needs to not treat himself as a person."
"Think about it, if you raised a group of livestock, but there was one that was particularly clever and good at pleasing you, what would you do?"
I would treat them as pets... The Cat-Eared Girl answered silently in her heart, not speaking out loud.
She had a deep-seated resistance to the word "pet" stemming from the core of the urban legend' true form.
Just as she was thinking, the man's words suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
"Don't tell me, Wang Bu Liu Xing really has a talent for being a streamer." The man pointed at his phone.
"What talent could she have?"
"Very talkative."
Cat-Eared Girl, "..."
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On the other side, on the open ground inside the South Suburb Slaughterhouse gate, Lu Yibei was taking small, tiny steps, moving forward little by little.
Anyway, the rules say you just need to take one hundred steps, right?
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Taking big steps isn't good, it's easy to strain something.
As she walked, she held up her phone and, with a spooky tone, introduced the various legends about the South Suburb Slaughterhouse she had seen online.
"...Above are the various legends of the South Suburb Slaughterhouse."
"Although these terrifying legends are chilling just to think about, sometimes I wonder, if there were intelligent beings in this world other than humans, would they treat humans as food because they are slightly different from humans?"
After explaining a lot, Lu Yibei looked at the phone screen and suddenly found that although the number of viewers in the live stream was constantly increasing, it had already exceeded 20,000 in just half an hour.
But the viewers didn't seem to buy into her urban legend legends.
Assassinate Xi Yangyang: "urban legend live stream? Another woman walking on the front line of seeking death, tsk tsk, some people are alive, but she is already dead."
Defend Chaldea: "South Suburb Slaughterhouse? That place isn't very interesting. If you're really that capable, why don't you go stroll around Happiness Community? Or Wolonggang is fine too!"
Thirty-six Heads and Seventy-two Arms: "Just arrived, can someone with a big dio tell me which is the urban legend and which is the streamer?"
Big King of Qingqiu Mountain Fox: "Huh? Isn't this a beautiful girl ASMR live stream? What she just said was quite good, and her voice is nice. I almost fell asleep."
Daoist Priest Mi from Mount Qingcheng: "The one holding the phone is the streamer, and the one talking is the urban legend."
Lu Yibei saw the bullet comments, which showed no sign of the tense and exciting atmosphere of exploring the South Suburb Slaughterhouse with her. She scratched the back of her head and said, "No, I mean, in such a gloomy and terrifying Slaughterhouse, live streaming the exploration, aren't you guys scared at all?"
Online Lecher 048: "Since the beautiful streamer has spoken, brothers, type'scared' on the public screen!"
Dense bullet comments of "scared" flew across the screen.
Lu Yibei, "..."
It seemed they weren't scared at all.
What's wrong with the silly netizens these days?
Are their mental fortitude this strong?
As she pondered, Lu Yibei's gaze swept across the phone screen, and she casually answered a question from one of the bullet comments.
Assassinate Xi Yangyang: "By the way, streamer, aren't you going into those houses to take a look? Aren't you a urban legend live streamer?"
"This... I'm scared!" Lu Yibei said frankly.
Thirty-six Heads and Seventy-two Arms: "Holy crap! This voice... I'm done!"
Defend Chaldea: "Scared? Streamer, do you want me to invite a few viewers to go over and protect you? I'm very familiar with the South Suburb Slaughterhouse area!"
Anonymous User: "Relevant interests, going anonymous. I need to remind that brother just now, it's best not to go to the South Suburb Slaughterhouse tonight, something big might happen there."
An anonymous bullet comment stirred up a thousand waves, and the bullet comments in the live stream suddenly became chaotic.
Assassinate Xi Yangyang: "Holy crap! Why is this person talking so ambiguously? Could it be the streamer's alt account trying to create a show effect here?"
Defend Chaldea: "Big deal? How big can it be? I've been roaming the Jianghu for so many years, and I've never been afraid."
Daoist Priest Mi from Mount Qingcheng: "He's telling the truth. I just did a divination, and everyone in the live stream, including the streamer, should not go out tonight. Stay in your rooms, and it's best to find a dog to sleep with."
Lonely Widow Waiting for Old Wang: "Huh? I only have a Teddy at home, is that okay?"
Anonymous User: "I'm not kidding you! According to reliable sources, people from the Eclipse Society might appear near the South Suburb Slaughterhouse tonight."
Defend Chaldea has left the live stream...
Assassinate Xi Yangyang has left the live stream...
Lonely Widow Waiting for Old Wang has left the live stream...
...
Eclipse Society? Lu Yibei's pupils contracted slightly.
What are those guys doing in this place?
Wait, when the seal was reinforced before, a damaged area was discovered...
Could it be those guys who did it?
Lu Yibei thought, and turned her attention back to the phone screen, wanting to see if the anonymous user had revealed any more important information. However, she found that the live stream had fallen into a deathly silence at some point.
After that anonymous user, no one else sent any bullet comments, and the number of viewers in the live stream plummeted from over 20,000 to just over 500.
Lu Yibei, "..."
Damn it! Damn the Eclipse Society, I haven't even received a few gifts yet! You guys scared them all away!
Blocking my path to wealth, this enmity is irreconcilable. If you dare to come today...
If I can beat you, I'll make you look good. If I can't beat you, I'll remember this grudge! Lu Yibei thought.
As the bullet comments in the live stream became silent and the number of viewers plummeted, she also lost interest in live streaming. She simply put her phone aside, took off the guitar bag on her shoulder, and pulled out two ancestral kitchen knives from it, holding them in her hands.
Just then, a single bullet comment floated across the phone screen.
Daoist Priest Mi from Mount Qingcheng: "Good knives! Selling them?"
Lu Yibei didn't notice the bullet comment. She picked up her phone and put it in her pocket, then looked up at the buildings hidden in the darkness.
Since people from the Eclipse Society might appear, I must quickly inform the other people undergoing the assessment. Well, at least I have to let that Miss know, whether she is Jiang Li or Miao Miao Jiang.
What's more, if there's real danger, mixed in with the crowd, if something happens, the ones who can fight go first, and I'll be safer, right?
Lu Yibei thought, her gaze slightly focused. She gripped the kitchen knives tightly and walked in the direction the young girl had left, according to her memory.
