The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The short-haired boy suddenly opened his eyes.

But all that was in front of me was pitch black.

The senses of touch and smell were the first to recover.

Cold, sticky, dead flesh clung tightly to his cheeks, and a pungent, nauseating stench filled his nostrils as if it were a tangible presence.

Shouldn't he be dead?

That man ruthlessly threw them into this hell of corpses.

But he is still alive.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, an impulse far more intense and primal than the fear of death erupted from the deepest part of his body.

It wasn't a feeling of relief at surviving, nor was it hatred for Wang Meng; rather, it was an indescribable, heart-wrenching longing.

It's like a person who is about to die of thirst seeing water; every cell in their body is screaming, needing something to fill the void.

His vision has been restored!

His blurry gaze instantly locked onto a "corpse" pressing down on him.

The "corpse" was still twitching slightly, clearly not quite dead yet.

The next second, the short-haired boy moved.

He didn't look for weapons; his hands, which he had always only used for fighting and holding baseball bats, had now become the most terrifying weapons.

His hands gripped the sides of the head like iron clamps, veins bulging on his arms, and with all his might, he twisted it outwards!

"Crack!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

He used brute force to tear a huge gash in the otherwise intact head.

Grayish-white, congealed brain matter mixed with black blood flowed out, emitting an even more foul odor.

But amidst that filth, there was something unusual.

A crystal, about the size of a thumb joint, with a hazy, translucent texture, is quietly embedded deep in the brain tissue, like a dirty gem.

that's it!

The short-haired boy's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted.

That instinctive desire reached its peak the moment he saw the crystal.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his finger and inserted it into the warm, sticky brain tissue, precisely scooping out the crystal.

He didn't even have time to wipe off the filth before shoving it into his mouth.

The next second, he could clearly feel his body being transformed and strengthened by this power.

The short-haired boy slowly stood up. He raised his head and looked down at the staggering figures still wandering aimlessly in the corridor.

At that moment, his eyes changed.

Those swaying zombies were no longer terrifying monsters in his eyes.

Instead, they are walking, waiting to be harvested... food.

"What benefits did Dai Qisi give you to bring your apprentice here to risk your life?"

Wang Meng's cold and abrupt question pierced the oppressive silence in the corridor like a needle.

Qin Hongmian's steps faltered for a mere fraction of a second, almost imperceptibly.

She was forced to walk beside the man, so close that she could clearly smell his aggressive aura, a mixture of sweat, blood, and strong male hormones.

“Qisi…”

She finally spoke, her voice low, as if talking to herself, or perhaps reporting to him: "She...she promised me she would kill someone for me."

As she said this, her eyes, which had been somewhat dimmed by fear, suddenly lit up with a terrifying light.

It was a kind of resentment that had settled deep in the soul after being soaked in betrayal and humiliation for a long time.

"Kill a... unfaithful man."

The last three words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, each syllable carrying a bloody taste.

Standing behind her, Mu Wanqing clearly saw her "master's" profile twist and become ferocious in that instant.

She felt that familiar, venomous gaze that seemed capable of burning everything.

She had seen that kind of gaze countless times throughout her life.

But, for some reason, today, in this dimly lit corridor reeking of decay, when this resentment was laid bare before an even more powerful and terrifying being, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt that her master's hatred... seemed somewhat pathetic.

It was no longer a pure, all-destroying power, but rather like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.

"what."

A soft laugh escaped from Wang Meng's throat.

He didn't stop walking, but suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Hongmian's smooth chin.

His movements were rough and unquestionable; the calluses on his fingertips brought a rough touch that made Qin Hongmian's body stiffen instantly.

Although the man was shorter than her at this moment, the irresistible force emanating from his hands forcibly pulled her head down, forcing her to bend over and look down at him.

He forced this woman, who had just been filled with resentment, to look down into his unfathomable, cold eyes in an extremely humiliating posture.

"Just for this?"

Wang Meng's voice was completely flat, as if he were commenting on a trivial matter: "A man?"

Qin Hongmian's lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

The forced bending of her body caused all her momentum to crumble.

Wang Meng looked into her eyes, which were filled with resentment and fear, but the curve of his lips remained unchanged.

He offered no choice and made no conditions.

He simply delivered the verdict in a domineering tone that stated the facts and left no room for argument.

"No matter who it is, I'll help you!"

This is not a transaction, not charity, but a declaration of utmost purity.

Qin Hongmian's body, which had been forced to bend, trembled violently.

The trembling of her lips stopped abruptly.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with resentment and venom, seemed to be completely washed away in that instant by those domineering words.

All the negative emotions receded like the tide, replaced by a near-manic, bright, and terrifying radiance.

A smile, without warning, bloomed on her pale and humiliated face.

Her lips parted in a wide grin, the arc growing wider until it revealed her pearly white teeth. She smiled like a child who had just received a long-awaited candy—pure, innocent, yet with a chillingly madness about her.

The mountain that had crushed half her life was simply... borne by this man with a single, nonchalant word.

The next second, she did something that left Mu Wanqing behind her speechless.

She suddenly leaned forward and, with an almost pious and eager gesture, quickly pecked at those lips that were much lower than hers and carried a hint of a cold smile.

The movements were quick and light, like a chick pecking at rice, carrying a clumsy, desireless gratitude.

"it is good!"

A single word escaped her lips, which were radiant with a bright smile, clear and resonant, filled with unparalleled, newborn joy.

Wang Meng licked his lips.

The sight made Mu Wanqing, who was behind her, feel a surge of heat.

Because, not long ago, I had also been favored by that mouth!

Wang Meng's gaze passed over the brown-haired girl who was nervously probing the way with a baseball bat, and fell into the darkness deeper into the corridor.

The girl's back was taut with extreme fear and humiliation.

Every step she took was extremely difficult, as if she were walking on the edge of a knife.

Just then, the girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, her body frozen in place.

From a classroom with its door half open, came a sickeningly sticky chewing sound.

Wang Meng tilted his head and looked at the timid Takagi Saya beside him, whose pink twin tails trembled slightly with fear.

Is this the only way to get to the stadium?

"Yes...yes, this is the shortest route. Other routes are much longer and..."

Before Saya Takagi could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!

The brown-haired girl at the front, the one being used as a scout, suddenly jolted, and then she ran wildly forward!

Her movements were no longer cautious and tentative, but rather a reckless, desperate rush towards destruction.

"Ahhhh!"

A piercing scream, so sharp it was inhuman, burst from her throat.

She brandished her only weapon—a metal baseball bat—no longer for defense, but frantically and with all her might, smashing it against the walls on both sides of the corridor and the classroom door.

"Boom!!"

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull, resounding impact echoed through the enclosed corridor, each sound like a death knell summoning hell.

The zombies that were just wandering aimlessly in the classroom or gnawing on the remains were instantly attracted by the loud noise.

Classroom doors were smashed open from the inside, and rotting, twisted figures staggered and screamed as they poured out, their gray eyes all turning toward the source of the noise. The girl who had caused it all seemed oblivious to the wave of death gathering around her.

She ran, smashed things, and let out a maniacal laugh.

“Haha…hahahahahahaha!”

The laughter was sharp and mournful, mixed with tears and spittle, filled with endless despair and the pleasure of revenge.