In an instant.
Lynn rushed back into the shop and quickly shut the door, gritting his teeth.
His eyes flickered nervously as the Soul Lamp he carried swung wildly, almost completely extinguishing.
It's over.
No way to escape.
He hadn't expected the crisis to come this quickly.
And the system's warning was very clear - this crisis was targeting him specifically.
Or rather, it was targeting the Bloodsaw Potion Shop!
"Since I can't run, the only option is self-rescue!"
Without another word, he quickly rushed into the backyard and forcefully shut the main door tight.
...
Boom—
A tremendous explosion.
The potion shop's main door blew open violently, and waves of bloody mist surged inside, having lost the protection of the Soul Lamp.
A massive shadow stretched long across the floor of the main hall.
Following it came wave after wave of foul, bloody stench, like a corpse that had been soaking in water for many days, slowly walking across the floor!
Thump—
Heavy footsteps sounded one after another.
In the backyard operating room, Lynn leaned against the wall, holding the Boning Knife in one hand and the revolver in the other, his expression serious and brows tightly furrowed as he pressed against the wall.
The Soul Lamp had already gone out.
Which meant night had fallen.
Now there was nothing left to protect him.
Crash—clatter—
From the direction of the main hall came the crisp sound of potion bottles falling to the ground, one after another, creating a continuous chorus of shattering.
Lynn closed his eyes, gritting his teeth so hard the veins on his temples throbbed wildly.
[100 Skeleton Coins!]
Crash—
[500 Skeleton Coins!]
Crash—
[821 Skeleton Coins!]
With every bottle breaking sound from outside, a number flashed painfully through Lynn's mind.
Not from fear.
From heartache!
Because that was money! Round, lovely money! Something more important than life itself!
Lynn narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting.
Fighting head-on wasn't an option, as just the aura it emitted earlier had made him feel like his heart was about to explode.
This was enough to show how powerful that monster was.
So the only thing that could save him now, and do it in time...
[Blood-Robed!]
Without any hesitation, Lynn seriously extended both hands, instantly gripping the revolver tightly, his gaze becoming steady.
She lived just across the street at 44 Wandering Souls Alley.
If he was quick enough, she would definitely receive his signal and come in time!
"Curse Purge!"
He deeply activated the command.
[Ding! Are you sure you want to cancel the "Blood-Robed Evil Spirit" curse purge and use the curse purge ability on the [Demon Hunter Revolver] instead?]
"Yes!"
In an instant.
Lynn immediately felt the evil ghost curse stored in his body, the one he had extracted from the Blood-Robed Evil Spirit, beginning to fade.
Meanwhile, the revolver in his hand instantly began secreting strand after strand of sticky black liquid.
Squelch—
The black liquid immediately clung to his palm as he purged it from the revolver.
The revolver emitted a faint glow. Google seaʀᴄh N0velFire.ɴet
[Ding! You have completed curse purge on the Demon Hunter Revolver! Cooldown time 12 hours, duration 24 hours.]
Click—
Lynn instantly released the revolver's safety, narrowing his eyes as he alertly pressed against the doorway.
The curse had been lifted.
Which meant.
The Blood-Robed Evil Spirit could now return to her original form.
And this was the only way he could send out a message. He believed that after the curse was restored, the Blood-Robed Evil Spirit would immediately come looking for him.
Because only he could help her purge the curse from her body!
And now.
He just needed to survive until the moment the Blood-Robed Evil Spirit arrived, and there would be a chance of survival!
Whoosh—
The foul bloody stench drifted over from the direction of the main hall.
Lynn could clearly feel the sounds in the main hall pause for a moment. Apparently, when he activated the curse purge ability just now, it had also attracted that monster's attention.
The cloth curtain was slowly drawn aside.
A long shadow was cast in the corridor.
Lynn glanced at the indescribably shaped long shadow outside the operating room door, narrowed his eyes, and tightly gripped the revolver.
Thump—
The footsteps sounded again.
Getting closer and closer, and with them, that massive shadow slowly extended toward the backyard direction.
Lynn held his breath, his gaze becoming extremely calm.
In the terrifying silence.
He could only hear his own heartbeat and the heavy footsteps coming from the corridor.
Little by little.
That foul bloody stench also spread rapidly.
And then the next moment, the footsteps outside the door stopped.
And just as Lynn's nerves were stretched taut.
Thump—
An unexpected loud sound.
Lynn's pupils instantly dilated.
And in front of his chest.
A hand covered with barbs pierced through his chest, through the wall behind him, bloodily protruding from his chest.
Thud—
Lynn's pupils dilated as he heavily collapsed forward onto the ground.
Behind him, on the solid wall, a crimson, twisted hand slowly retracted from the wall, yet the wall showed no signs of damage, as if the wall was nothing but an illusion to it.
Endless bloody scent spread.
The blood from Lynn's chest gushed out, dyeing the entire floor red.
His eyes remained open, his body twitching continuously.
Blood flowed freely.
Thump—
The footsteps sounded again.
Then, reflected in Lynn's dilated pupils, a massive, twisted figure slowly pushed open the door and appeared at the operating room entrance.
What kind of monster was that?
It looked like a massive piece of rotten flesh had been brutally stitched onto a body, with no head, no facial features, only a huge protruding eye squeezed out from the middle of the massive, stinking rotten flesh.
That giant eye almost occupied its entire torso.
Around the torso, dozens of normal human-sized eyes were sporadically distributed.
And around the torso grew several completely different types of arms - human hands, tentacles, beast claws, twisted evil spirit limbs, and terrifying mechanical limbs.
It was like a monstrous freak violently stitched together!
[Flesh Golem Type 3: Hell Walker]
[Level]: ??
[Race]: Flesh Golem
[Alignment]: Chaotic Evil
[Combat Ability]: Unmatchably powerful creation.
[Introduction]: A cutting-edge creation of the Demonkin Association, as one of the most advanced flesh machines of the Hanging Tower, its appearance inevitably brings slaughter and destruction. This is an ultimate weapon specially created by the Demonkin Association to hunt down rebel elements. It can continuously devour organisms and achieve new evolution. Never try to be targeted by it...
Blood gushed continuously from Lynn's body.
Lynn's eyes were wide open as he watched the monster approach little by little.
Squelch—
Crimson tentacles extended from the monster's body, crawling along the ground like snakes, then slowly piercing into Lynn's legs like syringes.
Squelch—squelch—
The sound of blood being drawn into flesh came wave after wave.
It was devouring him!
But the next moment, those tentacles that had pierced his body to extract blood stopped.
"Organism identification... Human race... Quality assessment... Low..."
"Devour priority... Not recommended for consumption... Initiate cleanup..."
A piercing voice sounded in Lynn's ear.
Rip—
Lynn's legs were instantly blown into bloody mist by those snake-like tentacles.
But almost at the same moment, Lynn's shattered heart suddenly beat violently, and a flow of blood instantly spread from under his skin to his wrist.
As if some kind of emergency response measure had been triggered.
In an instant.
Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.
As if experiencing a final rally, Lynn suddenly gripped the revolver in his hand, forcefully turned over, and clenched his jaw.
The gun muzzle aimed at the giant pupil on the monster's torso.
Bang—
A gunshot.
The demon-hunting bullet instantly shot into the very center of the monster's pupil.
A long scream.
Sacred power crackled like electricity throughout its entire body, its countless arms frantically attacking the surroundings, the entire walls beginning to collapse under its assault.
Seizing this final opportunity.
Lynn suddenly reached out, gritted his teeth, pulled a crimson cloak from his pocket and threw it over himself.
Instantly.
Just as that terrifying giant hand came attacking.
Lynn rolled, his body directly merging into the ground and disappearing from sight.
"Error... Secondary information assessment in progress... Target possesses extremely strong camouflage capabilities..."
"Race adjustment... Bionic human, undergone advanced biological modification..."
"Devour priority... High... Recommend hunting..."
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