Chapter 12: Chaos

Chapter 12: Chaos

Bam! A hefty arm shot through the door.

It was no human arm. The thick, strong, brass color muscles combined to form a powerful arm that looked more like steel, and the back of the giant hand was covered in grotesque scales. The nails on the four fingers were several centimeters long, and they were hard and sharp like blades.

No sooner had Gao Yang tackled Fat Jun than the claws shot through the door, cutting Gao Yang’s left arm.

When the nails made contact with fresh blood, the hand shuddered in excitement and started cutting down the door with reckless abandon. In a matter of seconds, the door was torn asunder like a piece of cardboard. Chart your course back to the origins of this substance at n0v^lbin

The monster marched in. The shards of wood squeaked and whined eerily under her feet.

The main light had been turned off, leaving the room cast in a dim, oppressive red light.

“Three, there are three... Ah, ah ah...” Auntie Ho’s voice was laced with a strange excitement. There was an undercurrent of undefinable sorrow and great gratitude. “All mine... All...”

Gao Yang hid behind the water bed, covering a shuddering Fat Jun’s mouth while suppressing the sharp pain in his arm. He didn’t dare to even breathe.

Not long after, he felt something wet on his fingers. Fat Jun was crying tears of fear.

Under the dim light of the room, Gao Yang looked up at the ceiling mirror to take a good look at their enemy.

It was Auntie Ho, a middle-aged woman in her fifties. Dressed in the uniform of housekeeping staff, she looked sickly thin and old. Her torso and head still retained the appearance of a human, while her limbs had transformed into those of a monster. They were so thick and strong that they broke her pants and sleeves. The discrepancies were too stark to ignore.

One step at a time, she made her way through the entryway, her body trembling with anticipation.

Then a wet, slick, dark green tail emerged from her back.

The process seemed difficult. The tail emerged inch by inch while sputtering thick, opaque liquid, like the amniotic fluid coming out of a mother’s body during delivery.

The tail pushed against her hip bone and spine, forcing her body to arch forward.

Finally, the tail was fully out, thick as a human thigh and running two meters long. It dragged across the floor and made a cold rustling sound like a slithering snake.

She looked like a lizardman.

Witnessing her transformation from start to finish, Gao Yang felt a bone-chilling fear spread through his body. His head spinned with a ringing in his ears. It was a fact that there was nothing he could do but to endure the pain and hold his breath like a sitting duck, all to delay the coming death for as long as possible.

He knew he couldn’t fight the monster.

His mind wandered for a moment, recalling the time he killed a cockroach with a slipper.

The cockroach had skittered under his bed the moment it was spotted, but Gao Yang easily drove it out and, with disgust and a feeling of superiority, killed it with an audible splat.

At this moment, he felt like the insignificant and despairing cockroach.

His only hope was Qing Ling, who had hidden herself somewhere in the room.

The excruciatingly long ten seconds passed. Or maybe it was seven seconds. Gao Yang wasn’t exactly counting.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Three sharp daggers shot out from a dark corner, aiming for Auntie Ho’s eyes.

She quickly blocked them with her arm.

Gao Yang picked up the cut side of the hair dryer’s cord and pressed it to the blade.

There were no sparks like those epic moments in movies. He couldn’t see the currents running along the blade. All he heard was a short, dull pzzt. Then Auntie Ho collapsed to her knees.

She hadn’t lost consciousness and was still trying to stand up.

Gao Yang electrocuted her again.

Finally, Auntie Ho sat prone on the floor after a violent bout of seizure.

It was still struggling, its tail whipping around. A regular human would’ve blacked out already, if not died then and there.

At some point, Qing Ling had picked herself up. She approached Auntie Ho and pulled out the Tang Dao to stab her right in the chest. Auntie Ho screamed in pain, flailing her arms around in struggle.

“Come and help!” Qing Ling shouted.

Gao Yang hurriedly cast the cord away and held onto Qing Ling’s hands from behind, pushing the Tang Dao forward with her.

Finally, the blade penetrated through Auntie Ho’s chest.

Auntie Ho’s whole body seized up. She didn’t even make a sound before her head drooped, dead while being pinned to the pink wall. The picture it painted was bizarre to say the least.

Qing Ling was injured all over and exhausted. She let out a long breath and leaned back into Gao Yang’s chest. He could feel her pounding heart from the contact.

After a few seconds of silence, Qing Ling turned around and toppled onto the waterbed. She had almost no strength left in her body. The white bathrobe covering her was splattered with blood stains.

Gao Yang’s mind was blank as well. He pressed a hand on his injured arm, the pain finally registering in his brain again. Standing in the messy room filled with gore and blood, he smelled a pungent odor he couldn’t describe.

To put it into words, it was like rotten eggs being burned with plastic, with essential balm and wasabi added into the mix.

Bile rose to his mouth, and Gao Yang knelt before Auntie Ho’s body, throwing up all over the floor.

After escaping from the life-and-death situation, Fat Jun didn’t sit around and do nothing, but instead quickly found something to block the door with. In a relieved voice, he said, “Thank god there isn’t anyone else on this floor.”

“Didn’t you say this is the last available room on the floor?” Gao Yang wiped at his mouth.

“Hehe, that was a lie. Business hasn’t been good lately.” Fat Jun ran up to Gao Yang and healed his arm.

“Big Brother...”

“I’m younger than you.”

“From now on, you are my older brother.” Fat Jun then turned to Qing Ling, who was still lying on the bed. “And she’s my sister-in-law!”

Qing Ling didn't say anything, but her exhausted body clearly radiated her killing intent.

“I have a question for you, Brother,” said Fat Jun. “How did you know there was something wrong with Auntie Ho?”

“The sounds,” Gao Yang said tiredly. “If she had been here for housekeeping, she should have had a cart with her. When I told her to leave, I didn’t hear the sound of wheels.”

“That’s genius!” Fat Jun slapped his own thigh. “You sure have a quick mind! Why didn’t I think of it?”

“Of course! My brother is a smart one!”

Gao Yang turned around, stunned.

The one who said that was none other than Wang Zikai.