Upon realizing he could leave the room, Zhao Yi picked up the camera and walked out.
The corridor was fairly spacious.
Some potted plants were placed beside the doors.
With one hand, Zhao Yi dragged the blood-dripping faceless man's collar as he walked down the corridor.
The faceless man wasn't dead.
Entwined with Zhao Yi's Soul Weapon's special skill, "Plunderer," black tendrils grew and intertwined from the wounds on its limbs, slowly siphoning the faceless man's life force.
However, when Zhao Yi was uninjured, the absorption rate was slow.
Since danger could arise at any moment, Zhao Yi decided to carry a blood vial with him.
After all, Zhao Yi couldn't stray too far from the "Plunderer."
If the distance between them exceeded 200 meters, the speed at which the Plunderer healed Zhao Yi would drastically decrease!
That's why Zhao Yi didn't mind the trouble of dragging the faceless man with severed limbs.
Of course... this scene looked entirely different to the live streaming audience...
...
"See! I told you this guy has some psychological issues!"
"Damn... dragging a corpse while walking, that's seriously twisted!"
"What kind of grudge is this..."
"Looks like after the haunted school dungeon, my brother Zhao's condition has worsened."
"He's so twisted! I love it! Waaah..."
...
On this floor, there were sounds of struggle everywhere, with many players locked in combat with faceless men in their rooms. Judging by the sounds, the entire hotel was filled with players, all facing similar situations.
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He continued forward.
The stairs were just ahead.
But after taking a few steps, Zhao Yi suddenly stopped.
He tilted his head, curiously focusing his gaze on a thin thread in front of him.
A very fine thread.
Its material was unknown.
Almost invisible.
It just so happened to be at Zhao Yi's neck level!
One more step forward, and this thread would sever Zhao Yi's... head.
And there were many such threads in the corridor ahead.
Zhao Yi curiously reached out a finger to touch it.
His finger fell off.
The sharpness of the thread was beyond imagination.
"It's actually a Soul Weapon..."
Zhao Yi licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with excitement.
At the severed finger, blood, nerves, and bones slowly reconstructed with the help of life force.
At that moment, a terrifying glint suddenly shot out from the doorway on the right!
A crossbow bolt!
Zhao Yi slightly shifted his body, and the bolt hit his left arm. Almost instantly, the scalpel in Zhao Yi's hand appeared, its cold light flickering, severing his own arm that was hit by the bolt!
Blood splattered.
Zhao Yi didn't even flinch, a strange smile on his lips, as he stared at the beautiful woman at the right doorway.
The arm that flew off quickly rotted under the corrosive poison of the crossbow bolt, emitting a foul stench!
Seeing Zhao Yi's decisiveness, the woman was visibly shocked.
Then, with a cold glint in her eyes, she fired several more bolts at Zhao Yi!
Whoosh!
This time, Zhao Yi easily dodged.
The woman seized the opportunity to quickly flee towards the stairway, while Zhao Yi's scalpel turned into a streak of light, hitting the woman's leg!
However, this woman wasn't easy to deal with either; she only let out a muffled grunt before stumbling down the stairs!
Did she really escape?
No.
She just found Zhao Yi difficult to handle and didn't want a direct confrontation.
If Zhao Yi chased her in anger due to his injuries, those threads along the way would immediately slice Zhao Yi's body into pieces!
For this reason, she didn't even mind taking a hit from Zhao Yi.
The purpose was to make Zhao Yi think she was injured and easy to catch.
But Zhao Yi had no intention of chasing her.
Retrieving his Soul Weapon, Zhao Yi threw the faceless man into the Shredder.
Then, under the shocked and incredulous gaze of all the viewers in the live streaming room... he stabbed himself over a dozen times!
...
"What the hell! Is my brother Zhao practicing some ultimate martial art?"
"I don't... I don't get it! Is he having a relapse?"
"Hiss... isn't this self-harm tendency a bit too severe!"
"No way! Look at his wounds... why are they healing so fast?!"
"Holy crap! Really! His severed hand grew back?!"
"Zhao... Zhao Wolverine?"
...
Zhao Yi's severe injuries healed within two minutes.
Only then did he take the scalpel and cut through the deadly threads, making his way down the stairs.
A group of players gathered at the hotel lobby entrance.
In the middle, a female player lay weakly on the ground, looking extremely frail.
There was a wound on her leg, with unknown black tendrils wrapped around it.
Zhao Yi slowly descended from upstairs.
Seeing his blood-soaked appearance, the crowd couldn't help but take two steps back, their eyes filled with caution.
However, Zhao Yi seemed uninterested in them.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhao Yi approached the female player, squatted down.
He reached out, gently caressing the woman's cheek, as if stroking a lover.
His gaze was deep and sincere.
The players exchanged glances, assuming the woman was Zhao Yi's beloved, as the tenderness in his eyes was incredibly infectious.
Who would have thought that in such a cold and cruel world... one could witness such heartwarming love!
"Bro, festival... what the hell?!"
"You..."
A man was about to step forward to comfort Zhao Yi, only to see Zhao Yi pull out a bloodstained scalpel with a sinister smile!
A blood-curdling scream that made one's scalp tingle...
Zhao Yi severed the woman's two arms and one leg.
Then he dragged her remaining leg, whistling cheerfully, as he walked out of the hotel.
In the sunlight,
A long trail of blood, mixed with dust, stretched farther and farther.
The crowd watched the slender figure bathed in light, cold sweat running down their backs...
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