Free Web NovelChapter 134: Chapter 134: I Want to Plant a Finger
"I didn’t... ugh... wah... ugh..." Zhou Ang tried to explain, but not a single word came out.
His stomach churned violently; he couldn’t get a word out.
"Don’t you dare puke!"
Zhou Ang puffed up his cheeks, too scared to open his mouth again.
The destination wasn’t far; in just a few dizzying circles, they’d arrived next to the so-called bus.
They hid in the Dark Forest, not stepping out just yet.
Seizing the moment as the next bus arrived, Jiang Che and his group slipped into the crowd.
Suddenly, he glanced over at Hua by his side.
At some point, a girl barely five feet tall had appeared next to him. Her bright red ponytail stood out beautifully as she walked at the very front, not looking back once.
Ever since putting Zhou Ang down, she’d assumed her human form, standing at the front of their group, never glancing back.
"Ugh..." Zhou Ang was on his knees, still retching incessantly.
"Look, he’s still puking me out!" Hua’s voice drifted from ahead.
Jiang Che fell silent, remembering how Zhou Ang had spun nonstop like a ceiling fan all the way here.
Compared to Hua, he might just be the most normal one here.
They were a single step away from the bus; everyone inside no longer had the heart to spare a glance at the turnstile.
At first, the endless stream of newcomers seemed novel, but once the conspiracy was exposed, no one bothered looking this way anymore.
Hua didn’t care; even if people did watch them, she had ways to use the Illusion Technique to blend in unseen.
Just then, a few who’d just gotten off the bus held the ticket seller’s severed fingers in their hands.
After a long, arduous journey, they’d finally reached their destination.
"Hahaha, I told you we’d be fine!" someone inside the bus laughed, sounding smug and proud—he was the one who’d first snatched the ticket seller’s finger.
Nervous the entire ride there.
Afraid something would go wrong halfway.
Only upon reaching the end did they finally relax, their nerves unwinding at last.
"Please present your ticket."
The gate’s turnstile spoke in a cold, mechanical voice from ahead.
One of the newly arrived passengers took a deep breath and fished from his pocket the finger he’d robbed from the ticket seller.
The moment he pulled it out, the turnstile’s icy voice abruptly stopped.
What had been an unmoving machine suddenly sprouted two mechanical arms, which grabbed the newcomer in a vise-like grip.
One arm took the finger he’d been holding and, without hesitation, drove the wriggling finger stump deep into the man’s body.
"I’ve got a pretty finger, I’m gonna plant a finger; only need to plant one, and I’ll grow a bunch more fingers."
The turnstile began singing a warped version of a nursery rhyme.
The finger, just touching skin, rooted itself in, drilling insidiously into his flesh.
The people behind him were struck by fear, frantically tossing aside the severed fingers in their hands. But those unmoving digits seemed to come alive, crawling relentlessly toward their bodies.
The first man, planted with a finger, already had tiny lumps erupting over his skin—growing rapidly at a terrifying speed.
While the others panicked, Hua led Jiang Che toward the turnstile.
She handed something over as well, and the turnstile merely glanced at her before letting her pass.
Jiang Che and his group followed Hua inside.
By now, the small teams inside had split up; in the end, everyone chose sides according to the colored wristbands they wore.
Feihu was surrounded in a corner, her expression cold as she stared down her challengers.
"None of us are getting out, Feihu miss, shouldn’t you at least apologize?"
"Otherwise, who knows what might happen next."
Feihu looked the speaker up and down. "You think I care about any of that?"
"And do you really think you can beat me?" She eyed the people crowding her. Weaklings—just fourth-tier at best.
"Even with items, you only get two uses," one of them shrugged, unconcerned.
Everyone knew Feihu was just an ordinary person.
"After we use them up, that’s it. There’s still plenty of time—we can play the waiting game."
Feihu grimaced at the stifling atmosphere. She really didn’t care—just found it all kind of annoying.
The last thing she wanted was to die by one of her own.
What a pathetic way to go. If she could, she really wished she could become a true Survivor; to have enough strength to protect what she cherished.
"Then again, don’t even think about using your third, soul-consuming power to go down with us."
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"What are you playing? Can I join in?" Hua, sensing the group’s mood, appeared behind them with a vicious smile.
"Well now, another pretty girl." Someone arched an eyebrow; he’d thought Feihu was already a standout, but this girl was something else entirely.
"Looking for a hero to save the beauty, are you?" They sneered at Hua.
"Jiang Che!" Hua frowned, calling out for him, clearly wanting to avoid dirtying her hands.
Jiang Che?
Feihu’s head snapped up; sure enough, she spotted Jiang Che stepping forward, slightly raising his hand. The ground around him sank by an inch.
The people who’d been ganging up on her dropped flat to the floor the instant Jiang Che moved.
"Gravity Field." Jiang Che had no killing move to use.
All his abilities now were for defense, nothing else.
Jiang Che’s here?!
Feihu kept staring at Jiang Che.
Is he here to save me? A ripple stirred in her chest.
"You’re mistaken; it’s not Jiang Che saving you—it’s me," Hua pointed at herself. "He’s here because I told him to be."
"So you don’t owe him gratitude, and you don’t need to fall for him. It’s me you should be thanking."
"Thank you." Feihu blushed, her feelings exposed. She cast a glance at Hua.
It was her first time in a dungeon, seeing such an audacious, flamboyant girl.
Fiery red hair shot through with strange purple streaks.
Who is she?
The others were still kneeling around, lying face-down, unable to move.
"How do you want to handle this lot?" Hua asked.
Feihu hesitated. "Let’s leave them for now... If we kill them straight away, who knows what consequences there’ll be? Better to wait for them to make the first move."
"You’d all better be careful here—one slip and you’ll end up dead."
People nearby started paying attention, clearly curious to see what would happen if Feihu and her group started killing.
"What’s there to hesitate about?" Hua sneered, stepping forward and stomping down hard on one of the kneeling men.
"Don’t!" Feihu tried to stop her, but before she could, blood exploded like a burst watermelon, splattering everywhere.
"Little sister, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Feihu half-knelt beside Hua, flustered, checking her over with trembling hands.
"I’m not your little sister!" Hua batted Feihu’s hands away. "I’m way older than you, you know."
