Shock

"The leg of the person outside?" the Mother of Solace asked.

"Oh dear, he's still out there smashing the wall."

"How about I let him in. You push him five meters deeper, and then I'll do it myself..."

Zhu Yan looked deep into the giant mouth. The corridor there gradually narrowed, and the white teeth on both sides grew increasingly dense.

They surged like waves, ready to devour at any moment.

Zhu Yan walked deeper step by step, his knife still pressed tightly against those eyes.

A foul, bloody stench hit his face—

When the fangs at the top of the corridor barely brushed against his hair, Zhu Yan summoned the human leg with a thought and tossed it neatly into the depths of the tunnel.

"You—"

The Mother of Solace grumbled in dissatisfaction, but Zhu Yan activated his ability [Humiliation] again and stomped viciously on the ground beneath his feet.

"Swallow it," he threatened coldly.

The human leg, bones and all, was slowly crushed by the fangs.

Juices mixed with minced meat flowed freely between the teeth, making Zhu Yan feel a wave of nausea.

The Mother of Solace didn't seem to have the ability to swallow, nor could it be bothered to.

The blood-red mire was carefully scooped up by that long mouthpart and rolled into a sticky ball.

Then, the mouthpart wriggled and actually spat out a strange white bowl, tossing the ball inside.

"Berry-flavored yogurt."

The Mother of Solace pretended to be nonchalant as it handed the thing to Zhu Yan, slowly opening the white wall behind him.

"A deal is a deal... you can leave now!"

As long as this person went out, it could burrow into the ground like an earthworm and escape quickly!

Zhu Yan took the bowl.

The outside of the bowl was coated in a layer of sticky liquid, but the meatball inside didn't smell foul; surprisingly, it had a bizarre milky fragrance.

Fuck, what is this thing?

Zhu Yan held his breath and backed away little by little.

This thing was too slippery, and it didn't even have a lid.

If he put it in his spatial storage, Zhu Yan was afraid it would spill; but holding it in his hand made it hard to fight.

The best solution was to toss this thing to Yang Zhanbai outside, then quickly turn around and deal a fatal blow to the Mother of Solace!

The eyes nestled among the clusters of teeth stared fixedly at Zhu Yan, watching him slowly walk to the edge of the white wall.

Sure enough, the white wall gradually disappeared, and Yang Zhanbai's voice rushed back into Zhu Yan's ears.

"Zhu Zeyu! Zhu—"

Now!

Zhu Yan decisively turned and shoved the [Yogurt Bowl] into Yang Zhanbai's hands.

"Hold it steady!"

Yang Zhanbai subconsciously caught it. Sweat had already plastered the hair on his forehead into a greasy clump.

"Run!!"

He immediately reacted, moving swiftly to grab Zhu Yan's arm.

However, Zhu Yan was faster.

Before Yang Zhanbai's hand could even touch the corner of his clothes, he had already lunged back into the tunnel.

[Humiliation] was still active. The level-five dining knife violently tore through those eyes and stabbed ruthlessly into the fleshy wall!

"You go first! Leave me alone!!"

Zhu Yan shouted at Yang Zhanbai, pulled out the dining knife, and slashed diagonally into another patch of eyes.

The speed of these two strikes was so fast that the Mother of Solace only had time to squeeze out an agonized roar.

Under extreme provocation, that mouthpart lashed out at Zhu Yan with all its might.

Zhu Yan ducked low to dodge, but his right hand still suffered the brunt of it.

The dining knife remained lodged in the ruptured eyeballs, but Zhu Yan's right hand, just like his left, was pierced through by the white fangs.

The clear sound of bones snapping echoed by his ear.

At the same time, an intense wave of euphoria mingled with the pain, rising furiously from the depths of his brain once again!

For a moment, Zhu Yan thought of a very bizarre comparison.

This euphoria was probably a form of anesthesia.

He sneered and used his injured, trembling right hand to yank the dining knife out.

Otherwise, how could his hand still be moving right now?

"I'll kill you!!"

The Mother of Solace roared.

The mouthpart smashed toward Zhu Yan's spine with full force again, but this time, its speed was much slower.

Zhu Yan didn't dodge. Reflected in Yang Zhanbai's suddenly dilated pupils, his injured right hand met the mouthpart head-on, and then—

Along with the dining knife, he stabbed ruthlessly deep into the mouthpart!

"Oh, fuck," Yang Zhanbai cursed, dumbfounded.

He took a large stride forward, only to see that Zhu Yan had already pulled his right hand back out.

The silver dining knife was still firmly in his grip, but his right hand, along with his entire arm, showed massive signs of decay and ulceration.

The mouthpart writhed on the ground in disbelief, as bizarre, broken sounds continuously spilled from the depths of the tunnel.

"Liar!! Liar! Kill him!"

Zhu Yan knew this was the Mother of Solace's final struggle.

"He has always been a [Hunter]!"

The Mother of Solace's voice grew increasingly weak.

The mouthpart was shrinking at a visible rate, but it suddenly turned toward Yang Zhanbai, attempting to expose Zhu Yan's true colors.

Although it didn't know how Zhu Yan had done it, it was filled with hatred.

It wanted to drag this damn [Hunter] down to hell with it!

"He has been lying to you this whole time!! If you kill him, you can gain 48 hours of daylight!!"

Yang Zhanbai's eyebrows knitted into a tight knot.

He walked over and pulled the dining knife from Zhu Yan's hand—

That right hand seemed completely ruined, but Zhu Zeyu was still smiling excitedly, his mental state clearly abnormal.

"Kill him! Kill..."

Squelch.

The knife mercilessly sliced the mouthpart in two right down the middle, and that disgusting female voice finally came to an abrupt halt.

Hilarious.

Would a real [Hunter] push him, Yang Zhanbai, out of danger time and time again?

Would a real [Hunter] risk crippling himself just to ensure the Mother of Solace died?

Yang Zhanbai sneered, "How did you even come up with such a clumsy lie?"

The severed mouthpart thrashed and struggled like a fish out of water.

Soon, along with the tunnel they were in, it gradually turned black and shriveled.

Yang Zhanbai quickly turned his head to look outside. Seeing the warm illusion revert to the pitch-black, gloomy night, he finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Holy shit, brother."

He turned on his phone's flashlight, still shaken as he checked Zhu Yan's wounds. He poured an entire bottle of [Panacea] over Zhu Yan's right hand, then lowered his head to open a new one.

"Scared the hell out of me, damn it. Who taught you to fight like you have a death wish?"

Yang Zhanbai was genuinely terrified.

Fuck, who could even understand?

His teammate dared to make a deal directly with a horror creature and voluntarily become a [Hunter]!

And he even had the fucking guts to trade life for life.

With that fighting style just now, if this arm wasn't completely ruined, it would at least be permanently crippled!

Besides lingering fear, Yang Zhanbai felt nothing but pure shock.

Absolute shock.

What kind of family raises such a ruthless badass?!

"Buddy, do you know how dangerous that was just now?"

While Yang Zhanbai had his head down opening the bottle, Zhu Yan used his teeth to uncap a bottle of [Bone-Setting Water], pouring half on his right hand and half on his left.

The pain of bones realigning and growing finally overpowered that abnormal euphoria. Zhu Yan put away the empty bottle, his forehead soaked in cold sweat.

"Just tell me, did you secure the [Berry Yogurt Bowl] or not?"

He said it so casually, making Yang Zhanbai's eyes turn red with emotion.

"Fuck."

What else was there to say?

True brotherly loyalty!