95: Chapter 95 The Drumming Monkey's End and Hide-and-Seek

Qin Ming didn't even sway a single bit.

His feet were like the roots of an ancient tree, firmly nailed to the floor.

Advanced Physique Reinforcement.

Physical strength comparable to a top-tier biochemical modified soldier.

In a contest of pure strength, this werewolf wasn't even qualified to tie Qin Ming's shoes.

"Too weak."

Qin Ming's voice didn't have the slightest ripple of emotion.

The five fingers gripping the werewolf's wrist suddenly tightened.

*Crack!*

The crisp sound of bone fracturing echoed throughout the hall.

The werewolf's thick wrist bone was crushed into powder by Qin Ming's bare hand.

A shrill scream erupted from the werewolf's throat.

It swung its other intact, sharp claw, frantically sweeping toward Qin Ming's neck.

Qin Ming's body tilted slightly.

The techniques of Basic Close-Quarters Combat were displayed to their fullest at this moment.

He avoided the brunt of the attack and slammed directly into the werewolf's chest.

His shoulder slammed hard against the werewolf's rigid sternum.

*Thud!*

It was like being hit head-on by a heavy truck traveling at high speed.

The werewolf's massive body left the ground and was sent flying backward.

It sprayed a large mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments in mid-air.

Its massive body smashed through the load-bearing pillar of the old mansion's hall.

Finally, it crashed heavily against the brick wall of the fireplace, causing a large area of spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the entire wall.

Dust flew everywhere.

Qin Ming lowered his right hand.

He set off, walking unhurriedly toward the giant beast that was still struggling.

The werewolf's self-healing ability was incredibly abnormal.

In just these few short seconds, its crushed wrist had already begun to make the grinding sound of bones reorganizing.

The broken sternum was also being forced back into place by the writhing of its muscles.

With bloodshot eyes, it let out an enraged roar and struggled to stand up from the ruins.

But Qin Ming would not give it the chance to fully recover.

His right hand grabbed at the void.

A rugged-looking Remington Riot Shotgun appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Qin Ming held the gun with one hand.

His thumb flicked off the safety.

He took a step forward, his figure turning into a blurry afterimage.

Swift Shadow Step.

The sliding step instantly crossed a distance of five meters.

Qin Ming appeared directly in front of the werewolf.

The werewolf didn't even have time to make any defensive movements.

Qin Ming shoved the cold barrel of the gun hard into the werewolf's roaring, bloody maw.

The barrel pressed directly against its throat.

The werewolf's eyeballs bulged, and fear finally overrode its animalistic nature.

"Go roar in hell."

Qin Ming pulled the trigger.

*Bang!*

The 12-gauge buckshot exploded directly inside the werewolf's mouth.

Without the buffer of the skull...

The terrifying kinetic energy completely blew off the back of the werewolf's head.

A large spray of grayish-white brain matter and black-red blood splattered onto the fireplace.

The werewolf's massive, headless corpse swayed for a moment.

Then, like a collapsing mountain of meat, it crashed to the ground.

It kicked up a thick cloud of dust.

Qin Ming chambered a round with one hand.

The scalding shell casing landed on the stone floor, making a crisp sound.

He looked coldly at the corpse on the ground.

Even after losing more than half its head, the muscles on the werewolf's corpse were still twitching unconsciously.

The flesh at the wound writhed frantically, attempting to repair this fatal injury.

Ordinary weapons cannot completely kill a werewolf; this was common knowledge in the supernatural world.

Qin Ming shifted his thoughts.

In the void behind his head, a ring of pure gold, solid halo suddenly lit up.

Blinding holy light instantly filled the dilapidated mansion's hall.

A pillar of divine light directly enveloped the werewolf's remains.

*Sizzle—*

The sound of strong acid corroding flesh rang out densely.

The werewolf's corpse rolled violently under the burning of the holy light.

Its proud dark regenerative power had no room for resistance before the pure power of purification.

Its fur carbonized instantly, and its flesh turned to ash.

In less than ten seconds...

Only a puddle of pitch-black ash remained on the ground.

[Ding! Mutant Werewolf killed.]

[Points Gained: 10 points.]

[Current Total Points: 259 points.]

The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

Qin Ming retracted the halo.

The old mansion fell back into darkness.

It didn't even count as a warm-up.

"Going back."

Qin Ming spoke indifferently.

The phone screen in his pocket suddenly erupted with a blinding white light.

Larry's data stream instantly enveloped Qin Ming.

The brief sensation of spatial weightlessness vanished.

Qin Ming's feet stepped onto the soft carpet of his own home.

In the living room, only a single dim floor lamp was left on.

Robert's bedroom door was tightly closed.

Steady snoring could be heard from inside.

This single father was too exhausted from working during the day and was sleeping very soundly.

Qin Ming turned and walked toward his own room.

As he passed Emma's bedroom, he noticed the door was open a crack.

Bright light from a desk lamp shone through.

Qin Ming pushed open the door.

Emma was sitting at her desk.

She was wearing pink pajamas, her golden curly hair cascading over her shoulders.

Several thick workbooks were laid out in front of her.

Hearing the door open, Emma turned her head.

Her large, deep blue eyes lingered on Qin Ming for two seconds.

Her small nostrils twitched slightly.

She smelled that strong, pungent, fishy stench.

It wasn't the blood of an ordinary animal.

"What was it this time?" Emma asked in a normal tone.

"A stray dog."

Qin Ming replied casually.

Emma was long accustomed to this kind of answer.

"Today at school, I heard an interesting story from Cecy in the class next door."

Emma propped up her chin.

"She and her mother moved recently."

"They moved into an old apartment on the edge of the city."

"Ever since they moved in, stagnant water has started appearing in her home for no reason."

"At first it was just water dripping from the ceiling, but later the walls started seeping dirty black water."

There was a hint of excitement in Emma's voice.

"And, every night there are weird noises."

"Cecy said she often hears a girl's voice in the water pipes."

Cecy and her mom

"That voice keeps crying, saying she wants to find her mother."

Qin Ming leaned against the doorframe.

Ceiling leaking.

Black water quality.

A girl's voice looking for her mother.

All the characteristics pointed to a specific horror dungeon.

The American version of *Dark Water*.

Inside the abandoned water tank on the roof of that apartment building, a little girl's corpse was soaking.

The resentment spread through the water pipes to the entire building.

"Somewhat interesting."

Qin Ming nodded.

"I'll go take a look after school tomorrow."

"Okay, brother."

Emma smiled obediently.

Qin Ming reached out and closed the door for her.

He returned to his own room.

He walked to his desk and sat down, his wrist flipping lightly in mid-air.

The storage space rippled with a faint spatial shimmer.

The worn-out cardboard box he had obtained from the shooting stall at the amusement park landed steadily on the desk.

The box emitted a musty smell of something stored in a basement for years.

Qin Ming reached out and pushed aside the dusty cardboard.

Inside lay that eerie-looking Clockwork Monkey Doll.

Its red and white circus-striped clothes had faded, and the edges were frayed and fuzzy.

Two rows of sharp plastic teeth reflected a ghastly white light under the desk lamp.

The monkey's hands tightly held a pair of rusted brass cymbals.

Two glass eyeballs, like those of a dead fish, stared straight up.

As soon as this thing was taken out, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees.

An extremely subtle and cold malice emanated from this inanimate object.

Qin Ming leaned back in his chair, looking at it expressionlessly.

Lately, even kissing gets flagged as erotic; how am I supposed to write! Editor.