"1, 2, 3, 4...wait, one is missing?"
Using the faint light of the lighter, Zhou Liang tried to find the candle that had rolled to the ground, but he couldn't find the candle. Instead, he saw three figures around him, but there were clearly five of them. If he counted himself, one was missing!
"What?"
Who's missing?
"Yang Meng. It's Yang Meng!" Zhou Liang finally came to his senses. In the past, Yang Meng would definitely be the first person to approach him, but this time he had not heard her voice at all.
Yang Meng has disappeared!
The thunderclap exploded with a loud 'boom' on the heads of the four people around it, scorching them to a crisp.
"Damn it, how could a perfectly healthy person just disappear like that?" Zhou Liang cursed under his breath.
At this moment, Yan Weiming interjected, "What else could it be? It must have been taken away by that thing Huihui just saw!"
"Huh? Don't scare me." Du Hui suddenly moved closer to Yan Weiming, who sniffed the fragrance on the tip of his nose and was immediately distracted.
"Heh~ Huihui, don't be afraid, Brother Yan will protect you."
There was no time to cause trouble for Yan Weiming; Zhou Liang was practically sprawled on the ground, his hands groping haphazardly across the dusty floor. A moment later, Zhou Liang clutched the candle in his hand, a hint of excited smile appearing on his face.
In any case, Yang Meng may be the only acquaintance he still has in this world. Those faces that once existed in his memory may never be seen again.
Yan Weiming could make wild guesses, but Zhou Liang didn't want Yang Meng to die.
Zhou Liang's fingertips trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and carefully brought the candle closer. The flame flickered in the dim light, and the surrounding shadows were like lurking beasts, stirring restlessly with the flickering flame. Every slight sound was amplified infinitely, directly hitting Zhou Liang's tense nerves.
Following the firelight, his gaze slowly swept across the chaotic office. The next second, the light fell precisely on a corner on the left, where a tall, blurry black figure stood silently, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness.
"That's great... Yang Meng, you're alright!" Zhou Liang's voice was slightly hoarse with excitement. He almost subconsciously took a step forward, his eyes full of joy.
However, this joy came and went quickly. As he drew closer, Zhou Liang's smile froze on his face.
He was so happy to see Yang Meng and Zhou Liang that he momentarily ignored the unusual surroundings, but it wasn't long before he realized that the figure in the darkness was rather too tall.
Although Yang Meng is from the North, she is still half a head shorter than Zhou Liang, who is 1.8 meters tall. But the figure in the corner looks taller than her!
Moreover, although Yang Meng is carefree and has a bit of a temper, she is usually very timid. She was once so scared in the haunted house at the amusement park that she screamed loudly. So it is absolutely impossible for her to remain silent in the dark for so long!
Zhou Liang's heart pounded like a drum. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, feeling an unprecedented chill rise from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body. Even the candle in his hand seemed to sense this fear, its flame flickering violently as if it might go out at any moment.
At the same time, Zhou Liang also noticed that Du Hui and the others hadn't spoken since he saw the dark figure in front of him. He glanced sideways and saw Yan Weiming, who was closest to him, trembling so badly that his legs were shaking like leaves.
For a moment, an extremely oppressive tension filled the air, making every second feel infinitely long and suffocating.
Perhaps Zhou Liang was too nervous, for when the candle in his hand flickered, the light flashed, illuminating the dark figure in front of him for a fleeting moment. Although it was only for a brief instant, Zhou Liang was still able to see the scene ahead clearly.
In that light, Yang Meng's figure stood out conspicuously. She stood frozen in the corner, tightly wrapped and entwined by the wings of an enormous butterfly.
The other's wings resembled a velvet cloak, their vibrant colors like a vintage oil painting, while the extra space above was the butterfly's head.
At this moment, Yang Meng's eyes were wide open, her pupils reflecting immense fear. Her face was distorted and horribly bluish-purple, her mouth slightly open but unable to utter a sound, as if even the strength to cry for help had been taken away by this sudden disaster.
Most horrifyingly, the butterfly's head was located on top of Yang Meng's head, its antennae swaying gently, and its sharp mouthparts were deeply embedded in Yang Meng's skull, like a greedy vampire, mercilessly tearing and sucking the white brain matter from her brain.
"Ahhh, run!"
It's unclear who shouted it first, but the four of them immediately panicked and turned to flee.
In her excitement, Du Hui bumped into Yan Weiming. Du Hui was already terrified, and after being hit, she cried out "Ouch!" and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Waaaaah, Brother Yan, please help me! I... I can't run anymore!"
To Du Hui's astonishment, the person who had just said he would protect her was now running faster than anyone else. Upon hearing her voice, he didn't even pause for a moment before disappearing from the office.
Du Hui gritted her teeth, intending to find Zhou Liang, but Zhou Liang ran straight past her like the wind, without even glancing at her.
"Ugh, you bastard!" Tears welled up in Du Hui's eyes instantly. "If I ever trust a man again, I'm a dog."
Without anyone's help, Du Hui didn't know where she got the strength, and she scrambled out of the office.
As the saying goes, when you're running for your life, all you need to do is run faster than everyone else. And Du Hui is clearly that "everyone else."
After draining Yang Meng's brains, the mutated butterfly tossed Yang Meng's corpse aside and flew towards Du Hui at the door.
Hearing the whistling wind behind her, Du Hui's heart pounded. Tears and fear mingled, leaving hot streaks on her cheeks. Her sobs turned into intermittent hiccups due to her rapid breathing.
The next second, Du Hui's body was suddenly lifted up by an irresistible force. She was horrified to find that she had been caught in mid-air by the mutated butterfly, and its sharp legs were tightly gripping her, leaving bloody marks on her fair skin.
"Ahhh! I don't want to! Waaaaah~ Let me go, get away from me~"
Du Hui struggled desperately, every time she closed her eyes she could picture Yang Meng having her brains drained. No, she didn't want to become like that.
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