112: Chapter 112 The Hunting Feast 2

Qin Ming walked out of the medical room and returned to the lobby.

He had just reached the steps leading to the second floor.

From the shadows deep in the corridor, a hunched figure suddenly staggered out.

It was the old woman wearing a dirty white nightgown.

The patient zero of the disaster in "REC."

She had been shot several times in the chest, and black blood soaked her nightgown, yet she continued to wander tirelessly.

Upon seeing Qin Ming, the old woman let out an extremely piercing shriek.

She lunged forward on all fours.

Her speed was as fast as a giant black mutant spider.

Qin Ming didn't even blink.

He centered his crosshairs on the old woman's head.

“Bang!”

The massive kinetic energy sent the old woman's body tumbling directly to the ground.

Half of her head had vanished.

[Ding! Killed a Primary Demonic Infected, obtained 5 points.]

“First floor cleared.”

Qin Ming stepped over the old woman's still-twitching corpse and onto the steps leading to the second floor.

The second-floor corridor was even gloomier than the first.

The air was thick with a foul stench—a mixture of pungent animal urine and blood.

The faint sound of a little girl crying drifted from the end of the corridor.

Qin Ming stopped in his tracks.

Jennifer.

The little girl who had been bitten by Max, the pet dog infected with rabies.

Now, she had been completely taken over by the demon within her.

At the end of the corridor, Jennifer, wearing a blood-stained pink nightgown, was staggering toward him.

The corners of her mouth were torn back to her ears, revealing a row of extremely sharp, mutated canine teeth.

Seeing Qin Ming, she suddenly opened her bloody maw and let out a deafening roar.

She rushed toward Qin Ming so fast that she even left an afterimage in the dim corridor.

Qin Ming dodged instantly, and Jennifer lunged into empty air. Before she could turn around—

Qin Ming had already gripped the riot gun in reverse and slammed the heavy solid wood stock hard against the back of Jennifer's head.

“Crack!”

Jennifer's small body slammed heavily onto the wooden floor.

Qin Ming pinned her back with one foot and pressed the muzzle against the back of her head.

“Safe travels.”

“Bang!”

Blood splattered everywhere.

[Ding! Killed a Primary Demonic Infected, obtained 5 points.]

Qin Ming glanced at the system panel.

His total points had risen to 76.

“Ah—! No! Help—!”

An extremely shrill woman's scream pierced through the floorboards from the highest level of the apartment building without warning.

Qin Ming looked up, his gaze piercing through the dark, deep stairwell, locking directly onto the location of the top-floor attic.

That was the voice of the reporter, Angela.

“According to the plot progress, the final boss should have appeared by now.”

Qin Ming whispered to himself, a cold smirk curling on his lips.

Tristana.

The original host who had been secretly imprisoned in the attic by a Vatican priest for research on demonic possession.

All the bloodthirsty monsters in this building were products of infection by enzymes extracted from her body.

As the culprit, this vessel completely eroded by a demon was definitely an elite mob that would drop a large amount of points.

Holding the riot gun in one hand, Qin Ming stepped over the mangled corpses and quickly ascended the spiral staircase.

The stairs leading to the top-floor attic were exceptionally narrow and steep.

“Roar!”

At a corner, a zombie wearing a security uniform suddenly lunged from the shadows.

Its lower jaw was completely torn, its dark red tongue hung over its chest, and its fingers clawed at Qin Ming's face like rusty iron hooks.

Qin Ming didn't even look at it.

He raised the riot gun with his right hand.

The stock smashed heavily into its cheek.

With a crisp "crack," the security zombie's cervical spine was snapped by the terrifying physical force, its head tilting ninety degrees toward its shoulder.

Before its body could fall—

Qin Ming pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

Fire spat from the muzzle.

A hole was blown clean through the security guard's chest by the specialized buckshot, and the body tumbled down the stairs like a ragdoll.

[Ding! Killed a Primary Demonic Infected, obtained 5 points.]

Stepping through the thick blood covering the floor, Qin Ming reached the top floor.

The air here was even colder than downstairs.

The walls inside the room were covered with yellowed clippings, obscure religious runes, and dense medical lab reports.

A faint red light flickered in the darkness.

It was a video camera dropped on the floor, still faithfully recording the horror before it.

The cameraman, Pablo, lay in a pool of blood, his fate unknown.

“No... stay away from me! Get away!”

Angela's cries came from the deepest part of the attic, accompanied by the piercing sound of fingernails desperately scratching the wooden floor.

In this pitch-black room without a sliver of light, one could only see the terrifying creature wandering in the darkness by relying on the camera's night vision.

“Hum—!”

With a slight thought—

The physical halo behind his head, flowing slowly like liquid gold, emerged without warning.

The attic, which had been so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, was instantly filled with dazzling holy golden light!

This wasn't just illumination.

This was pure energy containing extreme heat and divine attributes, reinforced by a thousand points!

The interior of the attic was instantly revealed.

The surrounding walls were hung with inverted crosses and bizarre sacrificial mummies.

And in the deepest part of the room—

A skeletal, naked monster with limbs as long and twisted as a spider's.

The moment the holy light flooded in—

Tristana's clouded, white eyes widened suddenly.

She didn't even have time to let out a roar of rage.

“Sizzle—!!!”

Like a block of butter thrown directly into a steel furnace—

The moment Tristana's body, saturated with demonic power, came into contact with this pure liquid holy light, thick black smoke billowed out.

Her skin instantly carbonized and peeled away.

Followed by muscle, internal organs, and bone.

In less than a second—

Under Angela's stunned gaze, the terrifying monster that had just been so overbearing disintegrated directly into a cloud of fine black ash amidst the blinding golden light.

It drifted away with the wind, leaving not a single trace behind.

[Ding! Killed a High-Level Demonic Host, obtained 10 points.]

The crisp system notification sounded in his mind.

Qin Ming stood at the door, watching the black ash drift away, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

“That's it?”

He was a bit speechless.

The way this final boss died was simply too anticlimactic.

He had prepared several sets of combos to test his newly upgraded Holy Light Micro-manipulation, but it turned out the opponent couldn't even withstand the radiation passively emitted by his halo.

Pure attribute suppression was just that unreasonable.

“Ugh...”

Angela, on the ground, stared blankly at the boy enveloped in golden light. Her brain completely stalled, and then her eyes rolled back as she fainted completely.

Just then—

“Whoosh—”

A very slight friction sound suddenly came from the ventilation duct overhead.

A dark shadow lunged like an arrow from the blind spot of the ceiling toward the back of Qin Ming's neck.

It was the little boy who used to live in this attic.

He had been completely assimilated by the demon; although small in size, his speed and stealth far exceeded those of the adult zombies.

He opened his mouth full of fangs, prepared to tear open the intruder's throat.