The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 78 Elevator Horror (5)

The cold air slowly climbed up my spine and onto my head.

Everyone turned on the bracelet lighting without hesitation, but the nine beams of light could not dispel the inky black, and could only enhance the field of vision a little.

One of the beams of light fell on the signboard behind Lei Qingya.

The short-haired, capable woman shouted quickly, "Be careful."

The holographic signboard, which had lost its energy source, suddenly twisted, and countless smoky claws tore through the void and grabbed towards Lei Qingya's back.

Lei Qingya dodged almost as soon as the "Be careful" warning sounded, but unfortunately he was half a beat too late.

The sharp claws tore through the leather jacket, leaving three bloody wounds running diagonally from the shoulder to the waist.

The elevator lights were turned on again, and everyone squinted their eyes to adjust to the brightness.

What was more glaring than the light was the wound on Lei Qingya's body that turned his skin and flesh inside out.

The simulator's pain sensation is almost 100%. Even if the entity is not injured, the brain will think it is injured.

Lei Qingya didn't feel any pain at first, but the aftermath was very strong. The pain gradually increased and the blood color on his face disappeared in an instant.

"What the hell is that?" The food blogger trembled all over, hugged her arms, and fled from the metal wall that gave her a sense of security just a moment ago.

"If anyone knows what it is, please help stop the bleeding first." It was inconvenient for Su Ninglong to walk out of the isolation zone they had designated, so she took off the towel around her waist and handed it to the short-haired, capable woman.

Only the short-haired woman here was not scared, was clear-headed, and was more willing to help.

Lei Qingya's knees were shaking. Although she reacted quickly, it was actually all due to muscle memory. She was so scared that she almost suffocated.

The moment the lights went out, the image of Gu Xiangren's body lying on the ground kept flashing in my mind.

She was so panicked that she thought of a series of bad consequences.

The look on his father's face, which coldly denied all his efforts, overlapped with Su Ninglong's look of possible disgust.

When that feeling of fear came over her, she couldn't control it at all.

The capable woman with short hair asked Lei Qingya to turn around and squat down, and not to turn his back to the poster anymore.

She tore open Lei Qingya's bloodstained leather jacket and looked at the wound.

The wound was very deep, as if it had been scratched by a wild animal.

If there are no suture tools, it is best to sterilize them.

"Auntie, do you have any disinfectant?" the capable woman with short hair asked the old lady.

The old lady pointed to the items placed on the lower level of the cart and said, "There's only floor cleaner and alcohol."

Neither can be used. Rubbing alcohol on such a deep wound can easily liquefy the subcutaneous fat, which is not conducive to wound healing.

The short-haired woman decisively rejected it, folded up the towel and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding.

Lei Qingya has always been in good health. Although his good blood coagulation function stopped the bleeding, the wound was deep and the slightest movement would still affect many capillaries and cause blood to seep out.

She leaned against the metal wall and slowly stood up, ignoring the exit button in front of her.

"It's better for you to sit or lie down." The short-haired capable woman advised.

Lei Qingya shook his head slightly, gnashing his teeth as he said, "I'm afraid I'll be the first to die if I'm sitting or lying down."

There's something wrong with what he said. If she hadn't been standing just now, it would have been difficult for her to dodge so quickly.

"There are monsters here, there are monsters, why are you still so calm?" The food blogger screamed again, interrupting their conversation.

She pressed herself against the elevator door and pried it open with both hands.

"I want to go out... I don't want to be here anymore. You all lied to me, you all lied to me..." The food blogger burst into tears.

My hands turned white as I tried to pry the door open, but I couldn't pry it open even a bit.

She turned back to the cart and saw a metal mop handle. She picked it up and used it to pry the door open.

"That's mine, you can't steal it."

"I'm not stealing. I'm doing this to save myself. I'll return it to you when I'm done."

The old lady didn't want others to borrow it for free, so she rushed over to stop her and said, "Give it back to me, it's mine, you have no right to use it."

"Get lost." The food blogger slapped the two hands covered with age spots in disgust and pointed the stick at the old woman's beak. "If you dare to stop me, I'll beat you to death."

"You bully the elderly. I won't live anymore. I won't live anymore..." The old lady cried and yelled.

The food blogger couldn't help it and actually dropped the stick he had raised.

The crisp sound of bones dislocating made everyone hold their breath.

The old lady stepped back in disbelief, back to the cart, her hunched back bent even lower.

Su Ninglong's eyes also flashed with contemplation. How did ten strangers in the same space develop into what they are now?

Is it really that easy for disagreements to arise between strangers?

The old woman curled up beside the cart and the food blogger holding a weapon are like the out-of-control human nature concentrated in a confined space.

In fact, from their own perspective, they did nothing wrong.

They are all fighting for their own interests, but some follow the order and some trample on the rules.

If they collide with each other, it will be awkward.

The food blogger admired the old woman's timid look and felt relieved, with a sense of satisfaction as if he had gotten revenge.

She is clearly a weak person, but she challenges people who are stronger than her. She doesn't know whether she lives or dies.

The food blogger turned around and tried to pry the door open, jamming it with a stick, but she didn't know how to use force, and after two minutes of struggling, she still couldn't get it open.

Suddenly, a dark shadow covered her from behind. A dark and strong man stood behind her and silently stretched out his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, the food blogger handed over the long stick, and the dark-skinned strong man smashed the stick violently on the ground, flattening the metal head at one end.

The huge metal knocking frightened the old lady so much that she trembled, her drooping eyelids trembled slightly, and she quietly clenched the cart.

Lei Qingya straightened up her body. She didn't focus on prying the door open, but instead asked the short-haired and capable woman what the claws that attacked her looked like.

"You still have the mind to explore what the monster looks like." The short-haired, capable woman said meaningfully: "Don't you want to escape quickly?"

"You want to escape, but you haven't escaped yet, have you?" Lei Qingya's optimistic smile was full of the youth's naivety and drive.

"It's in the form of smoke, not real." The short-haired, capable woman responded.

"Huh? Ohhh... could you be more specific?"

"Sorry, I'm far away and can't see clearly."

"The texture of rotten flesh, the scales are sharp and oozing with black mist, and the nails are black with a metallic hue." Su Ninglong described it accurately.

As soon as the arm appeared, the ominous aura slowly spread throughout the space and became omnipresent.

But where is the secret spirit? The other three net hunters are definitely alive, so how can we locate the secret spirit?

Lei Qingya pondered for a moment, raised his head with a strange expression and stared at the poster with double pupils, "Before I was attacked, I imagined that there was a monster's hand reaching out from behind me, exactly as you described." Su Ninglong leaned against the wall, observing the holographic signboard. The poster was right next to her.

The claws of that thing just now should have attacked indiscriminately, why did it only attack Lei Qingya?
Su Ninglong picked up a cleaning brush at random and poked the light board. The metal collision sound was quite crisp, but nothing came out. Could it be that it only appeared in the dark?

Lei Qingya secretly marveled at the magic. Su Ninglong's courage was a mystery!
The old lady's eyes widened. "You murderer, you have no right to take my things."

Humph, bullying the good and fearing the evil. Su Ninglong pointed to the locked area under the cart and said, "This cold cart is very warm. Old lady, what's here?"

The old lady's expression froze as she pulled the cart away. "What do you care?"

"I gave you money, you can't take away the things that isolate the suspect." The repairman quickly stopped him.

"Go away. At worst I'll give you your money back." The old lady pulled her cart away and refused to let the repairman touch it, but she didn't pay either.

During the argument, the dark-skinned man shouted, "Open it."

The deformed metal pipe was pried into the door gap, and the sensor door opened with a sound.

The food blogger couldn't wait to push the dark-skinned man away and escape first. But just as he was about to take a step forward, he froze like a statue and didn't move.

Where there should have been a wall with a life ladder, there was only sticky darkness.

"Why is this happening?"

The short-haired, capable woman quickly shouted, "Close the door, close the door quickly!"

The "darkness" felt the light here and seemed to come alive, like ink staining rice paper, eating away at it bit by bit.

The mechanic who noticed the situation also shouted to close the door.

The dark-skinned burly man pulled out a crowbar, which was visibly covered in black and was wriggling and corroding upwards.

He quickly threw it away and kicked it out the door.

The food blogger turned around and tried to return to the innermost part of the elevator, but her retribution came. The old lady had a vicious look in her eyes and pushed the heavy cart forward with one hand.

The food blogger, who was already losing his balance, staggered back and was pushed out of the door. In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped in darkness.

"You...help me, save me."

The dark-skinned burly man and the young man with a low presence both stretched out their hands, trying to pull the person back.

The darkness was like asphalt with strong stickiness. Countless black faces emerged, opened their mouths to bite the food blogger's body, and dragged him into the darkness.

Su Ninglong stared intently. Those dark substances emitted a strong ominous aura. They were not on the same level as the secret spirits in the elevator. They were more terrifying and more difficult to deal with.

Even for Principal Yan, it would be difficult to walk out of that black quagmire. That place belongs to the world of mysterious spirits. Once humans step in, they will become one of them.

"Don't worry about her, close the door quickly, something outside is coming in." The repairman quickly pressed the door closing button.

The dark-skinned man and the young man had no choice but to let go. The darkness covered the food blogger's ears and eyes. Even after the door closed, she could still hear her shrill cries for help.

The dark-skinned burly man slapped the old lady in the face. If he had been in the food blogger's position, he would have had the same ending as her.

The old lady slumped to the ground, a nervous laugh escaping her throat: "Hehe, only two died, less than expected."

"You also killed Guxiang?" The mechanic jumped up violently and wanted to beat him up, but was stopped by the dark and burly man.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you will all die, without exception." Amid the questioning, the old lady tremblingly opened the door on the lower level of the cart, revealing a bound and unconscious man inside.

The man's body was covered with mycelium-like roots, and countless snow-white buds were bursting out of his pale skin.

The old woman knelt on the ground, holding a small knife, and cut her wrists. "Lord God, please come. I offer all my sacrifices. Please punish the sinners of this world. I am willing to be one of you. I am willing to be a part of you. Please accept me. I will cleanse this sinful world for you."

Blood dripped down her wrist, and there was a triangular pattern on the palm of her open hand.

The old lady fell to the ground with a bang, her cloudy pupils churning with madness.

Tumors continued to break out on the skin on the back of her hands, and a pure white flower slowly blossomed from her throat. On the blood-colored pistil, the eyeballs were rotating in a very strange shape.

It all happened very quickly.

While everyone was still stunned, the repairman shook off the dark-skinned man and quickly rushed over to snatch the knife from the old lady's hand. A cold metallic light flashed, and the blade pointed at the corner of the old lady's mouth, trying to cut off the flower.

Just as she was about to thrust in, the short-haired, capable woman delivered a side kick in the air, "Don't even think about completing the ritual."

Complete the ritual? Did she learn something?

Su Ninglong and Lei Qingya's eyes were very clear. They stood stupidly at the innermost part of the elevator, their gazes following the center of the battle, not understanding what was happening?

Even Su Ninglong felt that his brain was not enough.

The repairman blocked with both hands and dodged, "What are you talking about?"

The short-haired, capable woman's fingertips hovered above the enchanting white flower, then gently brushed it. "Of course, sacrifice must have a subject. Isn't it?"

"Don't get in the way, woman." The dark-skinned strong man suddenly rushed out and clamped her shoulders. His attitude changed very quickly and he firmly chose to stand on the side of the maintenance engineer.

"Don't look down on women." The heel of the shoe kicked the strong man's shin hard. The strong man screamed in pain but refused to let go.

The mechanic took the opportunity to pounce on Baihua again.

A ghostly figure intercepted the repairman's blade. The young man appeared in front of the repairman without anyone noticing. He pinched the blade between his fingers and said with a joking smile, "You're hiding quite well. Are you in such a hurry to reap the rewards?"

The blade suddenly vibrated, and the terrifying wave spread along the blade, forcing the repairman to let go as if he had been electrocuted.

"What are you doing? Do you want the distortion to spread?"

"Have you had enough of the show?" The boy's smile seemed to be icy. "A true hunter wouldn't remove pollutants with his bare hands."

The mechanic's eye twitched, and a shadow crept over half of his face. "That woman did it with her bare hands. I have tools."

"Because she just touched it, but your tools were that old woman's. Hunters wouldn't use contaminated objects. That's common sense."

The mechanic looked at the boy intently, "Warning! Get out of the way immediately."

"Oh, you are mine." The young man covered the mechanic with his palm. The mechanic's whole body was tense and he could hardly move.

"Stop!" A voice like a clear mountain spring suddenly sounded from behind the boy. The boy seemed to have pressed the stop button and could not move.

The young man who had been silent walked forward, took off his mask, and revealed his handsome face.

"Song Hu." The young man gritted his teeth. His whole body was frozen, and only his lips could move.

"Hello, Yuan Duwei. I've been short of points recently, so they're mine." Song Hu smiled gently, his eyes curved like willow branches beside a shallow pond, the breeze blowing on his face, so pleasing to the eye.

Lei Qingya excitedly grabbed Su Ninglong and said, "It's Song Hu, ranked 30th in points, a Word Spirit Master."

A Word Master? Su Ninglong thought it was a Legalist who could follow the law of his words.

"It's not good to keep the points for yourself." The short-haired and capable woman threw the strong man to the ground, straightened her suit, grabbed the strong man's arm, and in full view of everyone, the strong man disappeared and suddenly appeared in the air in front of the elevator door, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The dark-skinned strong man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and he couldn't straighten his back after falling down.

The elevator began to shake, swaying like a precarious broken swing.

"Ah..." Lei Qingya hugged the handrail in fear.
At this moment, she no longer cared about whether the elevator would fall.

I only know that these people fought in such a small space and it looked like a movie. They must have been Langmie.