Chapter 373 Resurrection (final) (5000 words)
Liu Jialan rubbed her eyes, lay on the bed and looked around.
She, who was not very conscious at first, was a little confused at the moment. Just now Wan Shouguang woke herself up outside the door, saying that Congcong had disappeared, but now she clearly heard her son calling herself.
"Cong Cong?"
Liu Jialan wanted to get up, but suddenly realized that she couldn't move, her whole body didn't seem to belong to her, only her consciousness was there, but she couldn't direct her hands and feet, except that she could move above her neck.
Lying on the bed, she soon broke out in cold sweat.
"mom."
A cold, emotionless voice sounded again.
This time Liu Jialan heard clearly, the voice came from her left side.
The left side of her is the edge of the bed. Judging from the sound, it seems that she is under the bed.
At this time, she hid under the bed in the middle of the night and called herself. She knew there was something wrong without thinking about it. Besides, Wan Shouguang, who was by her side, disappeared at this moment, and Liu Jialan couldn't move her whole body. She was even more terrified.
She didn't answer, but tried to open her eyes wide, her head tilted to the side of the bed, staring in this direction with a horrified expression.
For a moment, she even suspected that she was still dreaming and hadn't woken up.
"mom."
Another shout sounded faintly, pulling Liu Jialan back to reality.
Immediately there was a rustling sound from under the bed, as if a person was crawling on the ground.
Liu Jialan was even more terrified. She desperately wanted to move her body, but her limbs still couldn't control her. Only her head could move.
She wanted to call out to Wan Shouguang who had already run downstairs, but she was afraid of alarming or even irritating the person under the bed.
At this moment, Liu Jialan felt that the person who called her "Mom" no longer sounded like her son Wan Cong's voice, as if she had become a stranger.
Not long after, the rustling sound stopped.
Liu Jialan's eyes were wide open, staring at the side of the bed, her whole body was stiff.
In the vague darkness, some hair emerged from under the bed. It can be seen that this is the top of a person's head.
The head continues to emerge, the forehead, the eyebrows, and then the eyes.
After the eyes appeared, the man's head stopped rising instead of rising, and he just stared at Liu Jialan motionlessly.
At this time, Liu Jialan's face was distorted and deformed because of her frightened expression. She wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only make a crackling sound. It was impossible to move, even to shrink back in bed.
She could see clearly that these eyes did belong to her son Wan Cong, but the pupils of the eyes were blood red. In this dimly lit bedroom, it looked as if the eyes had become pitch black, with black pupils all over them.
"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..."
Liu Jialan's throat continued to emit a frightened and urgent sound.
After a brief pause, the face next to the edge of the bed continued to rise along the horizontal line of the edge of the bed, exposing the nose and then the upper lip.
But soon, Liu Jialan discovered something was wrong again, because there was no lower lip on this face, but the mouth was wide open, stretched open, as if it had been cracked to the root of the ear.
Not long after, the whole face finally completely appeared in front of Liu Jialan. Wan Cong's mouth was really wide open, and the exposed teeth were not neat, but sharp like canine teeth, and they were patchwork. He just stared at him strangely.
At this time, "Wan Cong" didn't stand up next to the edge of the bed. Instead, after his head fully appeared, his whole body climbed up the bed along the edge of the bed, sticking to the bed sheet, and slowly approached the immobile Liu Jialan.
This scene made Liu Jialan almost collapse, because of extreme fear, her whole body trembled like a conditioned reflex, watching the head of "Wan Cong" approaching with a terrifying mouth.
Immediately, he saw his two arms climbing onto the bed, limp but supporting the strength of his whole body, not like a human, but like an animal.
Soon his head was completely close to Liu Jialan, and a biting cold breath was exhaled from his open mouth, as if the temperature around him dropped instantly.
The lips were close to Liu Jialan's arm in pajamas, and the scarlet eyes were fixed on Liu Jialan's eyes. Then the mouth was slowly closed, and the sharp canine-like teeth pierced the sleeve and slowly inserted into Liu Jialan's arm.
At this moment, with severe pain and extreme fear in her heart, Liu Jialan tilted her head and passed out directly.
The teeth that were being bitten down suddenly stopped, blood flowed from the gaps between the teeth, and then his lips were loosened. Wan Cong stood up with his hands on the bed, his chin was bright red.
He walked to the end of the bed expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Liu Jialan's ankle, and dragged her out of the bedroom.
When dragging the unconscious Liu Jialan out of bed, Liu Jialan's whole body hit the ground with a bang, and her head was also hit. But Wan Cong didn't seem to notice, and dragged her out of the bedroom without looking back.
The first floor of the villa.
After Wan Shouguang ran downstairs, he looked around the living room with a flashlight, but he didn't see Wan Cong. He checked the door lock of the living room, and there was no trace of it being opened. He ran to the kitchen, the servant's room, and the storage room, but he still didn't see his son.
He walked to the side of the stairs with a puzzled look, approached the door leading to the basement, and took a look with the flashlight, only to find that the door to the basement was ajar and not locked.
The basement is usually filled with some old books, red wine collected by Wan Shouguang, and old-fashioned phonographs and other items that were reluctant to throw away.
Opening the half-hidden basement door, Wan Shouguang found that his palms were covered in cold sweat. He reached out and pressed the switch of the basement light at the door, but there was still no response, as if the entire villa was cut off.
Hesitating for a moment, he took the flashlight and stepped down the stairs leading to the basement, and at the same time shouted: "Congcong, come out, it's okay! Dad has already killed that guy."
When he thought about it, the vicious dog he killed last time turned into a monster and came back to take revenge. It must have scared his son just now, or it may have injured his son.
Maybe Congcong is hiding and trembling somewhere at this moment, and I have to tell him that the crisis is over.
While walking down the stairs, he spoke.
Just as Wan Shouguang's words fell, there was a sudden sound from a corner under the stairs, as if something had been knocked down.
"Cong Cong?" Wan Shouguang shouted again.
No one answered.
He quickened his pace and walked towards the basement. When he was about to go down the stairs, he raised the flashlight to shine around the stairs. The next second, he stood on the stairs suddenly and stopped going down.
I saw a man in ragged clothes, fluffy hair, and black all over standing directly in front of the stairs after descending the stairs. The man lowered his head tightly, his hair was hanging down, and he couldn't see his face, but he should be a beggar in his attire.
An empty beer bottle fell to the ground next to the beggar's feet, and the sound just now should have come from here.
Both parties did not speak, Wan Shouguang did not move, and the beggar stood still with his head bowed.
Wan Shouguang shone the flashlight directly on the man, but the beggar didn't even lift his head.
Soon Wan Shouguang noticed something was wrong. He found that the beggar was standing there without any ups and downs, as if he was not breathing at all, like... a dead person!
Wan Shouguang involuntarily took a step back and went up a step.
At this moment, the old beggar who had been bowing his head in front of him moved his fluffy hair slightly, and slowly raised his head, his movements were extremely stiff, revealing a dead gray face.
On this face, there is one eye and only the eye socket is left. It is dark and has no eyeballs. The lower left part of the chin has no flesh, only white bones.
Wan Shouguang was terrified, and backed up the stairs again. The beggar raised his foot and took a step forward. At the same time, the eyeball of the one-eyed dragon turned around, as if maggots crawled out of the eye socket and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
Wan Shouguang turned around and climbed up the stairs. After a few steps, he turned his head and found that the beggar followed him.
He immediately aimed the shrapnel of the magnetic knife at the beggar and pressed the activation button.
Wan Shouguang didn't look carefully after pressing the button, and used his hands and feet again to climb up the stairs quickly in a panic.
After climbing a few steps, he turned his head and looked again, and found that the beggar had already started to climb the stairs. He immediately turned around again and triggered another magnetic knife.
After the magnetic knife was ejected, although it still deviated in the direction, it hit the beggar's left shoulder.
Magnetic knife shrapnel has no physical damage, it can only damage monsters. If the opponent is a monster, if it is cut by shrapnel, it will definitely be injured or even die.
When the shrapnel phantom of the magnetic knife passed across the beggar's left shoulder, it cut off his shoulder neatly, and a cloud of black air emerged from the wound.
The old beggar who was chasing after him was stunned, and he started to deviate from the direction while climbing the stairs, and was obviously injured.
Since he was injured, it meant that Wan Shouguang had guessed correctly, the opponent was a weird one, not a human being.
Wan Shouguang had already climbed up the stairs at this time, and when he came to the door leading to the basement, he immediately turned around again. Although he was out of breath this time, he tried his best to control his hands not to tremble. The coming old beggar activated the magnetic knife shrapnel for the third time.
Poof!
The phantom of the magnetic knife flew out, directly piercing the old beggar's chest, making his chest and back instantly transparent.
The whole body of the old beggar shook violently, and he froze on the spot. Finally, he let out a grunt sound as if blood was rushing upwards from his throat, and fell backwards.
Wan Shouguang was pale and out of breath, and illuminated the scene with a flashlight.
Seeing the old beggar fell on his back, he breathed a sigh of relief, hurried out of the basement door, turned around and closed the door immediately.
But at the moment when the door was about to close, there was a rustling sound from the stairs in the basement, Wan Shouguang immediately moved the flashlight to the place where the sound came from, and the old beggar who fell down just now was still on the stairs. And keep your feet facing yourself and your head facing the basement.
But at this moment, those feet seemed to have life of their own, dragging the upper body of the beggar, and began to crawl up the stairs.
This scene is extremely weird.
The beggar's body seemed to be turned upside down, his two feet became the head, and the head became the legs. The way he climbed the stairs was very weird. His feet climbed the steps one after the other, dragging his body up the stairs.
Wan Shouguang was quite frightened by this scene, and immediately closed the door, but the door of the basement immediately bounced open a gap of its own accord.
He looked down and found that the door lock was broken and couldn't be closed at all. No wonder the door was ajar when he saw it just now.
No choice, he dragged a wooden box next to the door to store empty beer bottles, pushed it against the basement door, and hurriedly ran all the way to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Wan Shouguang, who was about to go upstairs, just arrived at the back of the stairs and before turning to the front, footsteps sounded on the second floor.
The footsteps were heavy, and seemed to be accompanied by the sound of dragging.
Wan Shouguang was startled, and immediately bent down and squatted down, holding the magnetic knife shrapnel launcher tightly in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the direction of the stairs on the second floor from the back of the stairs.
A few seconds later, Wan Cong's figure appeared, holding a man's ankle in his hands. The man was motionless, and it was unknown whether he was dead or in a coma.
Wan Cong didn't stop, just went downstairs, step by step, step by step, the person dragged by his hand fell step by step, knocked his head on the step, making a "boom-boom-boom" sound, This silent and gloomy night seemed particularly piercing and piercing.
Wan Shouguang kept staring at the back of the stairs, not daring to make a sound. It was not until Wan Cong dragged the person to the middle of the stairs that he realized that the person being dragged was his wife Liu Jialan.
A surge of passion surged up, Wan Shouguang almost exploded, and then looked at the "son" who was going down the stairs without rushing, feeling resentment and reluctance welling up in his heart.
Boom!
The sound of banging his head on the steps seemed to stimulate Wan Shouguang's heart, like steel needles, piercing one after another.
He bit his lower lip tightly, planning a plan in his mind, and held back abruptly.
Squatting down, he walked lightly to the side of the stairs, his eyes were tearing apart, his lips were about to bite and bleed, waiting for the "son" to drag his wife down the stairs.
During this process, at the basement door not far from the rear corner, the wooden box containing empty beer bottles against the basement door made a rattling sound at this moment. It was obvious that something was pushing the basement door hard.
This wooden box is not light, and it is full of empty bottles that Wan Shouguang usually drinks. Even he can’t lift it by himself, he can only drag it.
The wooden box rubbed against the ground, indicating that although the box was heavy, it was moving out. This also stimulated Wan Shouguang, reminding the beggar behind him that he was about to open the basement door and climb out.
Wan Shouguang squatted on the ground, not daring to move. What happened in front of him and behind him made his nerves extremely tense, and his body was so tense that it seemed that his blood was no longer flowing, like the bowstring of a full moon, almost collapsed broken.
Boom!
After the last step, Liu Jialan hit the ground on the first floor with the back of her head.
At this moment, Wan Shouguang suddenly stood up, rushed to the side of his wife who was lying on the ground, flicked on the weird jammer that he had prepared in his hand, and threw it on Liu Jialan's stomach lying on his back.
The moment the weird jammer came into effect, Wan Cong felt his hands suddenly empty. Although he was still holding his ankle, he couldn't see anything.
In his eyes, Liu Jialan disappeared instantly.
Although Liu Jialan disappeared, another person appeared in front of him—Wan Shouguang.
Wan Shouguang's eyes were red, and he seemed to be ten years older at this moment, standing upright in front of Wan Cong, without avoiding it.
In fact, when he threw the weird jammer to his wife, he couldn't dodge it at all. He held the magnetic knife shrapnel launcher tightly in his hand, and the tears could no longer stop, rolling down his cheeks.
"Cong...Cong!" His lips squirmed, and he made a voice that even he couldn't hear clearly, "Why is this? She is you... Mom..."
"ah!"
Wan Cong let go of his ankle, tilted his head to stare at Wan Shouguang, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of sharp canine teeth, and let out a strange cry.
Wan Shouguang took a step back unconsciously, his whole body couldn't help shaking again because of the extreme shock, fear and sadness.
He looked at the "son" in front of him with tears in his eyes, and then at his wife lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and his heart was extremely entangled.
His right hand moved slightly to raise the magnetic knife shrapnel launcher, but his arm was shaking like chaff. Although his left hand was holding it, he still couldn't control the shaking.
It seems that at this moment, he used all the courage in his life, let go of all persistence and persistence, abandoned all illusions, and finally aimed the magnetic knife shrapnel at Wan Cong with difficulty and pain.
"Congcong? Right... no... sorry!"
Looking at the familiar son in front of him, but at the moment he looked completely unfamiliar and terrifying, Wan Shouguang burst into tears, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.
But Wan Cong seemed to be unable to hear anything, just opened his mouth, and took a step towards Wan Shouguang, wanting to get closer.
The next second, Wan Shouguang closed his eyes, and simultaneously pressed the shrapnel on Wan Cong's neck to launch.
Poof!
The magnetic knife flew out.
However, at the moment before flying out, a cold hand suddenly grabbed Wan Shouguang's feet from behind, leading him to the wrong direction. Originally, the direction of shooting Wan Cong at close range was not wrong at all, but at this moment it made him The magnetic knife shrapnel flew straight up, staggering away from Wan Cong's head by at least one fist.
Wan Shouguang fell to the ground, looked sideways, with tears in his eyes, a sense of panic struck again, but it was the beggar in the basement who crawled behind him strangely, pulled him down, and missed the good opportunity to kill Wan Cong.
At this moment, Wan Cong jumped down with his mouth open.
But before Wan Cong's teeth approached Wan Shouguang's neck, this guy was startled suddenly, as if he felt something frightening, he got up immediately, but it was too late.
With a bang, his head was hit on the forehead by a black mallet, and his whole body was thrown into the air. He flew exaggeratedly to the wall on the other side of the stairs, and fell again after the impact.
On the other side, Wei Wei, the beggar who tripped Wan Shouguang, was being hit hard by the mallet, rolling all over the ground, making no sound.
Wan Shouguang was extremely surprised. When he looked up, he saw that the figure who was swinging the mallet seemed familiar.
He wiped away his tears with one hand, picked up the flashlight that fell aside with the other hand, and blurted out, "Yan...Yan Junze!?"
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