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Chapter 1285 - 890: When the Demon Comes

Chapter 1285: Chapter 890: When the Demon Comes

The knocking was long and short, three strikes followed by two, growing louder and louder. The wooden doors of the decaying temple began to tremble, the mud and plaster peeling off as if something would break through the next second.

Oddly enough, the temple’s doors were already very old, their surfaces riddled with many cracks, and the door bolt was only as thick as a wrist. Even someone with a bit of strength could kick them open with one foot.

Yet, it seemed as if the entity on the other side could not destroy the dilapidated doors.

As the knocking intensified.

The refugees inside the temple paled, knowing that the one knocking was definitely not human.

But when they saw the two players inside the temple unmoved, they suppressed their fear, sat in a corner, huddling in their clothes for warmth. The temperature in the mountains dropped sharply at night; fortunately, the temple provided shelter from the wind and rain. With small fires built up, people wouldn’t freeze to death.

Old Zhao sat beside one of the fires, his long knife plunged into the ground next to him—a posture that would allow him to draw his blade and slash in an instant.

He was checking his large-caliber revolver, spinning the cylinder, and silently staring at the fire in front of him.

Unresponsive to the knocking.

His composed manner quieted most of the people there. They sat by the fire to stay warm, behaving properly.

Li Changhe, on the other hand, was even more relaxed.

He sat leaning against the base where a Buddha statue once stood, hugging the one-armed girl, allowing her to lean against his chest. It seemed more like he was on a date than staying vigilant.

His overly relaxed demeanor made the people start to worry.

This bastard... surely he’s not showing off, is he?

In this, they misjudged Li Changhe.

To suppress and analyze the Bloodriders’ divinity, Xiao Nan would endure unbearable pain at a certain time each night.

Only by staying close to Li Changhe could she relax and alleviate some of her pain. Of course, this was also a psychological effect.

Xiao Nan was still trembling from the pain.

In an angle invisible to everyone else, sweat poured from her forehead.

Li Changhe could only gently stroke the back of her head and back, comforting her, caring for her.

As for that knocking thing.

Li Changhe didn’t care much about it.

As players, they had already encountered many abnormalities.

Especially Li Changhe, who had seen a great many strange things.

This kind of knocking entity probably couldn’t enter the room on its own.

Unless someone inside the room ’invited’ it in, meaning opening the door.

But as long as no one inside opened the door, there was no real danger.

The nights in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were indeed lively, with many monsters and demons becoming active, ones not seen in the daylight. They fought and competed with each other, a bustling crowd. Normally, Li Changhe would at the very least need to feed them some lead.

But at least for now, they did not have the courage to storm the mountain god’s temple.

After a few minutes, perhaps due to the group’s indifference, the knocking sound gradually subsided.

However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the door latch on the wooden door suddenly snapped. It was as if it had been sliced by some sharp blade. At the same time, an ear-piercing twisting noise came from the hinge of the wooden door, and the originally closed door was slowly pushed open.

"Who’s there!" Zhao Qianhui suddenly stood up, roaring angrily.

He was certain that someone had deliberately cut the latch and opened the door. But what was eerie was that he could not detect who had done it. Because of the previous knocking, many civilians had kept their distance from the door.

Li Changhe also opened his eyes. His gaze swept over everyone in the old temple, but even with his powerful Physique, he had neither seen nor heard any disturbances.

Brother Ting also said, "There was just a faint ripple that passed by; it seems that indeed an enemy has infiltrated the old temple."

"I understand," Li Changhe mentally responded, "What’s the situation outside the temple?"

"Some jump scares... just that there are quite a few of them. Haven’t sensed any other Monsters yet; they’re probably hiding."

It was only then that the civilians realized what had happened, staring at the door direction in horror and shuffling deeper into the temple, as if that would make them safer.

Some of the civilians, however, picked up weapons, watching the door direction with tension. They were people brought by Old Zhao and had already clashed with the Monsters a few times. At this moment, they still possessed the courage to resist.

In the crowd, a young man with a look of horror on his face shifted toward where Li Changhe was, sneering to himself.

He was the one who had made the move. When he entered the old temple, he had already lightly carved a mark on the latch.

As an inheritor of the Heavenly Eye Divine Power, he could discern the weaknesses of any object, leaving marks or signs that allowed him to attack the object from a distance at any time. Outsiders would hardly notice.

Now, with the door open, the Monsters that were blocked by the temple’s god had no constraints.

Although the Spider Mountain God required humans as sacrifices, it indeed could deter Demons. Now that the mountain god was dead, the previously suppressed Demons were no longer fearful.

’For some reason, the air around that crippled girl is unstable. Probably due to serious injury or poisoning. This is good for us. It makes suppressing her even easier.’

’Shall we make our move now? If the seven of us strike together, we should be able to win quickly.’

’No, the mountain gods have not yet arrived, and there’s another player at the scene. Too many variables. Let’s wait and see. Although the Spider Mountain God isn’t strong, whoever killed it with such ease can’t be weak. The sole purpose of these Monsters is to drain that guy’s energy.’

Si She ordered, ’Just to be safe, let’s wait for those mountain gods to arrive before we find an opportunity to strike. Remember, we must be quick! Hesitation could lead to unforeseen changes!’

’Understood! The Heavenly Prison artefact is ready.’

And as the door was opened, a figure appeared in the doorway of the old temple.

It was a tall humanoid, about two meters two in height, dressed in tattered ancient clothes. His skin was blackened, and his arms stretched straight out in front. His eyes, glowing red, stared dead ahead. Fresh red blood was still on the corner of his mouth, clearly having fed already.

Behind him, one by one, other humanoids in equally tattered clothes were tearing at a corpse—that was Brother Sheng’s body. As for the corpse of the Spider Mountain God... it seemed not to their taste, hardly bitten. They were quite picky eaters.

With the door now open, all the humanoids turned their heads as one to look in the direction of the old temple. Pairs of crimson eyes all set upon the people inside.

At the same time, from around the jungle, one after another peculiar figure bounded and hopped out.

They were quite heavy, each landing leaving a deep footprint on the ground. They also jumped high, easily leaping to about three meters in height with just one jump.

No wonder Brother Ting called them jump scares... they were zombies.

Their States varied; there were men and women, old and young. The clothes they wore were also vastly different—some in simple cloth, others in armor.

But one could tell, they were all... very hungry!

The next second, the tall figure at the entrance jumped into the temple with a push of his legs.

In response, there was the sound of a gunshot exploding!