Translator: CinderTL
Upon hearing Banana Wolf's voice, Weng Qing's grip on the knife loosened, and the large blade fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Her ferocious expression gradually returned to normal. After killing Li Maoshen, this woman had finally made peace with her past self.
Turning around, she looked at the young face before her, her eyes brimming with emotion. After a long pause, her lips, red as if painted with blood, trembled slightly. "Thank you, Banana Wolf."
Initially, she had planned to have Banana Wolf hide in the bedroom, but she hadn't expected this fool to use himself as bait to lure Li Maoshen.
This was something Weng Qing had never anticipated.
Compared to Li Maoshen's silver tongue, the man before her was endearingly naive.
He had promised to seek justice for her, to make Li Maoshen atone for his actions, and he had truly done it.
"Sister Qing," Banana Wolf leaned against the wall, "the person who hurt you has paid the price. You need to move on from the past."
"Stop tormenting yourself," Banana Wolf looked at Weng Qing, his tone pleading. "Sister Qing is the best person," he paused unnaturally, then flashed a bright smile, "You will definitely meet someone better."
The last sentence caused a subtle change in Weng Qing's eyes.
In an instant, she appeared in front of Banana Wolf, who was leaning against the wall, his body slightly tilted forward.
One hand was pressed against his abdomen, and though he was smiling, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, his lips tightly pressed together.
"Drip."
Weng Qing watched as a drop of bright red blood seeped through Banana Wolf's fingers and fell to the ground, like a sword piercing her eyes.
Soon, the blood formed a small stream.
Pulling Banana Wolf's hand away, Weng Qing was met with a horrifying sight—a massive wound that nearly cleaved his body in half.
It must have happened when he embraced Li Maoshen.
Weng Qing's eyes immediately reddened. "Banana Wolf," she pressed both hands against his wound, but the crimson blood gushed out uncontrollably, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.
Life was slipping away like sand through her fingers.
The most helpless feeling was knowing this, yet being unable to change it.
Banana Wolf, already pale, grew even paler from the massive blood loss. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to the ground.
The ground beneath him was stained red, slippery to the touch.
Weng Qing was at a loss. She was a Ghost, not a god. She could do many things and possessed strength beyond that of ordinary people, but now she could do nothing.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to move Banana Wolf's body to make him more comfortable, but her outstretched hand was caught by his.
He weakly shook his head, signaling that it wasn't necessary. "Cough..." Blood foamed at the corners of his mouth as he leaned his head against the wall, his gaze still warm as he looked at Weng Qing.
"Sister Qing," Banana Wolf forced a smile, his hand trembling in Weng Qing's grasp, "After I die, I'll become one of those things, won't I?"
Tears welled up in Weng Qing's eyes, but they didn't fall. "No, Banana Wolf, you... you'll stay forever. I'll be with you."
"But I'll become a new Urban Legend," Banana Wolf glanced at the wall, as if he could see Building No. 3 through it.
"Sister Qing, they've come a long way, and I don't want to cause them trouble even after I'm gone."
Weng Qing's eyes paused for a moment, immediately understanding what this man intended to do. "Banana Wolf."
"Sister Qing, I know you must have a way, right?" Banana Wolf interrupted her with a smile, then struggled to his feet and pulled Weng Qing into a tight embrace.
"Please, kill me before I turn into an urban legend," he whispered, holding her close, savoring the last bit of warmth. "I beg you."
"You—you stay back!" Fatty shouted, trying to appear intimidating.
Wei Jinting's gaze swept over Fatty, his butterfly knife flipping deftly in his hand, moving so fast that Fatty could barely follow.
By now, Fatty had a rough idea of the gap between himself and the man before him.
"Step aside now," Wei Jinting said leisurely, "and I might consider sparing you."
Fatty glanced back at the door of room 808, swallowed hard, and turned his head back, asking in a small voice, "Can we negotiate?"
"No."
"It's not that I don't want to let you in, it's just..." Fatty's expression suddenly turned concerned. "It's too dangerous inside. I'm worried about your safety."
"Think about it, you're an orphan. If something happens, there won't even be anyone to collect your body. How awkward would that be?"
Tilting his head, Wei Jinting stared at Fatty, making the latter feel as though he were deciding which part of his flesh to cut first.
"I've changed my mind," Wei Jinting said indifferently. "Since Hao Shuai is going to die anyway, I'll stay out here and play with you. How about that?"
Hearing this, Fatty's legs went weak, and he nearly burst into tears. "No, no, no! I'm not fun at all."
Grinning, Wei Jinting wiped the last trace of blood from his blade onto his sleeve and then took a step toward Fatty. "Whether it's fun or not, we'll only know after we've played."
He walked slowly, but his presence alone overwhelmed Fatty.
It was clear that Fatty wanted to run, but behind him was the door to room 808. If this madman got inside, the Doctor would likely be dead.
Steeling himself, Fatty decided to fight Wei Jinting head-on.
At least in terms of physique, he had a significant advantage.
"Let's settle this man to man," Fatty shouted with bravado, standing tall and blocking a large portion of the light. "No knives. Let's solve this like men."
He then raised a fist larger than a sandbag and swung it around. "Let me show you what I'm made of."
To his surprise, Wei Jinting smiled, tossed his butterfly knife aside, and nodded. "Alright."
He then pointed to his severed arm. "I'll even give you an arm. And my right leg is broken too. So..." He tilted his neck. "Make the most of it."
"What the hell!" Fatty's body involuntarily trembled as he looked behind Wei Jinting.
Wei Jinting immediately turned around, but there was nothing behind him except for a woman lying face down in the corner, motionless. The hallway was empty.
A gust of wind rushed toward the back of his head. Despite his bulky appearance, Fatty was surprisingly agile, his movements completely disproportionate to his size.
Just as Fatty was thrilled to find his fist about to land on his opponent, Wei Jinting tilted his head slightly, dodged the blow, and then swiftly turned around to deliver a chop to Fatty's neck.
With a "thud," Fatty collapsed to the ground.
His massive frame twitched a couple of times before finally lying still, much like the woman not far away.
(End of the Chapter)
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