12dz Chapter 292 If You Want to Survive, Stay Calm
Chapter 292 If You Want to Survive, Stay Calm
"Clown...damn piece of shit!" Chen Yile cursed in a low voice, his heart filled with anger.
However, the clown did not give them much time to think. The laughter stopped abruptly, followed by his low voice: "One, two..."
Chen Yile tensed up instantly, his body on high alert.
Just as everyone held their breath, nervously waiting for the third sound, the clown deliberately stopped and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor, and someone couldn't help but start running!
"The clown hasn't shouted 'three' yet!" Huang Xiaofang screamed in horror, but the man had obviously completely lost his mind and rushed towards the stairs frantically.
"Statue!" The clown's voice was like the call of the god of death, instantly resounding throughout the corridor.
The person who was running paused and wanted to stop, but it was too late.
His body suddenly stiffened, and the clown's figure appeared behind him like a ghost. With a sudden pull of his hands, the poor man was torn in half in an instant, blood and flesh splattered, and his screams stopped abruptly.
Blood splattered all over the walls, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"The game has just begun..." The clown's voice sounded again in the darkness.
The smell of blood filled the air. Looking at this horrific scene, the others gasped and their faces turned pale as paper.
Chen Yile clenched his teeth, and his hand holding the Tianshi Sword trembled slightly, but he knew that he had to stay calm now.
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fear in his heart.
Then, Chen Yile closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, and the remaining people all looked pale. Except for Xiao Yin and Huang Xiaofang, everyone else looked like they were crazy, screaming in fear and crying for help.
The sound echoed in the empty corridor like the echo of death.
"Shut up!" Chen Yile suddenly opened his eyes and shouted sternly, his voice cutting through the oppressive air like a knife.
Everyone was stunned, and the screams stopped abruptly, leaving only faint sobs and an oppressive atmosphere in the air.
Chen Yile glanced at his pale-faced companions, his eyes filled with calmness and determination: "Playing games, huh? Then let's play!"
Her voice was low but firm, like a taut string.
She knew this was the only way out, fight or die.
"Don't run!" Chen Yile stared at them, his tone as irresistible as an order. "Running is useless, it will only make you die faster. Just walk, walk slowly, and stop when you hear any movement. Let's get out of this damn building first."
A boy standing nearby, his face pale, shook his head, his voice trembling: "No way... We can't survive at all... They'll kill us..."
Chen Yile turned abruptly, staring at him with icy eyes, as if two cold blades were piercing deep into his soul: "Do you want to stay here and wait for death, or give it a try? The choice is yours."
The boy shuddered all over and his lips trembled at the sight of her, but he could no longer speak.
He lowered his head and stopped resisting.
"Very good." Chen Yile nodded, then took Xiao Yin and Huang Xiaofang's hands without hesitation and took a step forward.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the air again, with a hint of weird joking: "One... two..." The clown's voice came faintly from all directions, as if seeping out from the cracks in the wall, making people shudder.
Seeing this, the others could only bite the bullet and keep up, their steps heavy and slow.
The clown's voice continued to count, its rhythm slow but irresistible.
"Three... wooden men!"
Everyone stopped immediately, their bodies stiffened, as if they dared not even make a sound to breathe.
The only sound in the corridor was the clown's low laughter, echoing in the empty space.
Suddenly, a girl in the team broke down.
Her face was pale, her eyes were out of focus, her fingers were shaking, her steps were staggering, then she suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
Her screams tore through the air in the empty corridor, as if she was swallowed by invisible fear.
The clown's laughter suddenly became violent, and a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness. The next moment, it appeared behind the girl.
Before she could run a few steps, the clown pounced on her like a ghost, mercilessly extending his terrifying long claws, and the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere was like hell.
The screams stopped abruptly, and blood splattered all over the surrounding walls and ground.
The torn body fell to the ground, twisted into an unrecognizable shape, lifeless like a pile of rag dolls.
The people around were so frightened by the scene that their faces turned pale. Some people almost vomited and couldn't help but step back.
Chen Yile looked on coldly, as if he had anticipated all this.
"If you want to live," she said in a voice as cold as the winds of hell, "calm down! If anyone moves again, you'll be next!"
The remaining people suppressed their fear and locked their eyes on Chen Yile, as if they were grasping at the last straw.
They supported each other and moved towards the exit little by little.
Every time the clown counted, the air became more suffocating, as if death was approaching step by step.
"One... two... three... block!" The clown's voice sounded again, and everyone stopped immediately, holding their breath, not daring to make the slightest movement.
Everyone's heart felt like it was about to jump out of their chest, and the only sounds in their ears were their own breathing and the terrifying countdown.
Just then, a low creaking sound suddenly came from the darkness at the end of the corridor.
The air suddenly turned cold, and an eerie aura came from the front.
Chen Yile's gaze suddenly turned to the source of the sound, and his heart tightened.
"There's something else..." Huang Xiaofang's voice trembled slightly. She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of fear.
Sure enough, as the sound got closer, another vague shadow appeared in the darkness.
The shadow became clearer and clearer, and the twisted body crawled towards them as if its bones were broken by invisible hands.
"Damn it!" Chen Yile gritted his teeth and clenched his hands until they turned white.
It was another ghost, a being completely different from the clown.
It has no feet and its entire body is supported by its hands, crawling on the ground like a strange spider.
Every step was accompanied by the sound of bones shifting, which made one's scalp tingle.
Suddenly, the two boys in the team completely collapsed.
Their reason was shattered by fear, and they dropped everything and ran away.
In the darkness, the clown's laughter once again became manic and excited, like a beast on the hunt.
"Hahahaha, run, run!" The clown laughed and chased after him, his laughter full of teasing and cruelty to his prey.
Chen Yile's face turned pale. She knew that they had no chance.