Translator: CinderTL
"Ugh..."
Awakened by a massive tremor, Fatty groggily opened his eyes to find the corridor before him twisting in an incomprehensible manner.
The entire building began to tilt to one side, and debris rolled along the hallway. A thick, sturdy bottle rolled and bumped into Fatty's leg.
It stopped.
As his mind cleared a bit, Fatty immediately recalled the previous events. He was still alive—truly a stroke of luck, blessed by his ancestors.
He turned his head to look at the door, where Wei Jinting was lying against it, peeking through the crack.
Fatty didn't dwell on why he was still alive. He only knew that if Wei Jinting entered the room, the Doctor would be in big trouble.
Glancing at the thick bottle by his leg, Fatty quietly picked it up and slowly, very slowly, stood up, approaching Wei Jinting from behind.
Wei Jinting seemed to be engrossed in whatever he was seeing, occasionally adjusting his angle, completely unaware of someone approaching from behind.
Fatty raised the bottle with both hands and swung it down hard on the back of Wei Jinting's head, who was hunched over with his backside sticking out.
"Take this!"
With a loud "thud," Wei Jinting's body slammed into the door and then collapsed like a pile of mud.
Fatty hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.
Just like that?
In those few short seconds, the surroundings became increasingly chaotic. The door to room 808 began to twist, emitting a "crack, crack" sound.
A massive fissure ran from top to bottom, almost splitting the door in half.
The scene inside the room left Fatty utterly shocked.
A wave of despair washed over him as a bronze gate stood in the center of the room, with countless thin red threads extending from it, swaying as if alive.
Standing before the gate was the Doctor.
He was entangled by countless red threads, densely wrapped like a spider's web, while not far away, a deep, bottomless Sea of Blood had formed.
Two blurry figures collided with incredible speed, fighting like wild beasts until one spat blood and retreated.
When Fatty saw these two figures clearly, his expression changed.
The one barely standing, leaning on a sword, was Black-Clothed Wu.
The other, stepping on waves of blood, was also Wu—but the benevolent side of Wu, the reverse of his usual self.
As Benevolent Wu stepped forward, the Sea of Blood beneath his feet gradually changed color, the crimson being cleansed, and the water returning to its original clarity.
The corpses and severed limbs floating in the water were slowly enveloped by light and disappeared.
The outcome was decided.
But for some reason, when Fatty saw Black-Clothed Wu, he actually felt a pang of pity for him.
Meanwhile, Lin Chen's sobbing from the side vaguely irritated Fatty. She kept pleading for Black-Clothed Wu to forgive her, saying she shouldn't have created him in her despair.
The despair she couldn't bear shouldn't have been his to carry.
It was her fault that he had become like this.
And now, it was time to end it all.
Faint figures began to appear around the bronze gate. Though blurry, some of them gave Fatty a sense of déjà vu.
The gloom that had shrouded the sky began to disperse, and everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction. To Fatty's astonishment, the gate before the Doctor emitted a resounding hum.
The Doctor's current state was quite peculiar, as if his consciousness was being restrained by something, yet Fatty instinctively felt that the Doctor was not in danger.
That Gate seemed to have resonated with the Doctor in some way.
Everything around them was slowly disappearing, including all sorts of people.
A faint halo appeared on the Gate.
The Gate opened a crack.
As if pulled by some force, the Doctor's feet didn't move, but his body was being pushed forward, with half of it already through the Gate.
Just when Fatty thought the Doctor would leave through the Gate, in the next moment, the Gate, as if guided by some will, began to tremble wildly.
And it started to close. At this rate, Jiang Cheng's body would be severed.
The Gate had already accepted Jiang Cheng, but it still retained the will of its former owner, putting up a final resistance.
Without hesitation, Fatty also rushed towards the Gate.
He didn't know what to do, just like facing a door in life, Fatty reached out, tightly grabbed the Gate, and pulled with all his might.
The hinges creaked and groaned.
When Fatty noticed the Gate's closing speed slowing down, he felt a surge of joy.
It actually worked!
He increased his strength, and the Gate began to open bit by bit. Jiang Cheng also regained some consciousness, glanced at Fatty, and then disappeared through the Gate.
The size that allowed Jiang Cheng to pass was definitely not enough for Fatty, so he held his breath and pulled the Gate open a bit more.
As if practice makes perfect, the Gate gave Fatty good feedback, and then Fatty also left through the Gate.
The scene before his eyes shifted, and upon returning to the familiar room, Fatty's legs went weak, almost causing him to fall to the ground, his arms feeling like they were filled with lead.
But he didn't have time to check on himself, as the Doctor was lying on the floor not far in front of him.
"Doctor," Fatty jogged over and crouched down, "Are you okay?"
He noticed the Doctor's body trembling uncontrollably and wanted to help him up to the sofa, but to his surprise, Jiang Cheng pushed him away.
"Doctor?"
Without giving any reason, Jiang Cheng forced himself to stand up, then stumbled to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a "bang."
"Are you okay, Doctor?" Fatty stood outside the bathroom door, vaguely sensing something was wrong, but having just escaped the Nightmare, his mind was a mess like paste.
Many faces appeared in his mind, like a slideshow, but strangely, those faces were all veiled in a layer of mist.
Just as he wanted to clear away that mist, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
It was pitch black inside.
He could only vaguely see the Doctor standing in front of the mirror, leaning over, with the faucet running, continuously splashing cold water on his face.
It felt as if the Doctor was about to burn up.
Fatty had never seen the Doctor like this before.
Fortunately, this frantic behavior only lasted a short while, and then the Doctor turned around, walked out, and casually grabbed a towel.
The towel was soaking wet, still dripping water.
"I'm fine," Jiang Cheng exhaled and said, "Let's go up and rest."
"Doctor, take it easy, let me help you." The Doctor's previous state was clearly not right, so Fatty stepped forward and supported his arm.
Fatty felt Jiang Cheng's arm tremble slightly, as if resisting.
He couldn't help but frown, but in the end, there was no further resistance.
Turning around and heading towards the stairs, Fatty couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—not just with the Doctor, but with the surroundings as well.
It was a sensation of being watched.
As if an extra pair of eyes had appeared somewhere.
The two of them went upstairs together. Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand and walked into the bedroom alone.
Just as Fatty turned around, the faint shadow Jiang Cheng had left on the wall suddenly paused, then slowly turned its head.
But Jiang Cheng was still walking.
(End of the Chapter)
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