Chapter 1800: Chapter 1795: Lowbrow Horror (8)

Isn’t this a classic horror scenario?

Teaming up to court death, being lured, acting alone, mysterious disappearance?

Standing at the door of this small room, looking at the only light in the darkness, Fu Qian felt a genuine sense of emotion.

And pessimism.

It’s not that this scene seems particularly terrifying.

For Fu Qian, he’s seen such grand spectacles that even as a normal human now, it wouldn’t cause any emotional turmoil or affect his observation and thinking.

But it’s precisely through calm observation that he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

From opening the door to standing here, it took merely a dozen seconds.

And just like that, Fierce Man disappeared, even leaving his equipment behind with Butters without a sound.

This efficiency is so unhuman that it seems one must introduce the transcendent to explain it.

But now, the situation becomes much more critical.

That would imply the transcendent factors here are not only active but can do much more than just lure.

They can make a living person disappear within a few breaths.

Although it seems to have disappeared along with them too.

At this moment, the place where Butters is standing is undoubtedly the spot he saw the "jellyfish" from outside.

However, at a glance, only his body is illuminated by the lamp.

Even that intense yearning within seemed to stop growing.

Of course, even so, it’s clear that Brother Butters is still suffering.

Staring intently at the floor, which had nothing, with a heartbroken look in his eyes.

"What are you looking at? The tools are in your hand; why not start digging?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian showed no sympathy, walking straight up to remind him.

"It might run away in a moment."

...

After people go missing in horror stories, how to handle it next is a matter worth discussing.

Of course, the basic principle remains the same, generally falling into two categories—figuring out the cause or running away directly.

Although Butters looks almost brain-dead, resisting the mental influence while taking him away isn’t too difficult for him.

However, on the one hand, it would mean directly abandoning Fierce Man, and on the other hand, it’s not the best choice to figure out what’s "correct" in completing the script.

Everything he has experienced along the way is clearly bizarre, full of ambiguity, and strange things, now even directly involving the transcendent.

But the most special part is still the unreasonable scene transitions.

He still can’t grasp what the triggering condition is, but if he really looks at it as a horror story, ending this expedition will undoubtedly be an important point.

For instance, him carrying Butters and escaping this house.

If it advances directly to this step, then logically, it might mean losing a chance to test things.

Whether there might be a way to complete it correctly by doing something subjective within the script, like "uncovering the truth."

Besides, he could also see how active the transcendent is in this task.

So Fu Qian decisively refused the wisest running away option.

Dig...

And it was clear at that moment that Butters felt inspired, focusing his confused gaze on the dark brown floor.

Thunk—

In the next moment, without hesitation, he swung a crowbar and struck it.

It seems certain there must be some hidden space below, prompted by Fu Qian’s hint.

...

Strictly speaking, there indeed is.

Sawdust flew as Butters, driven by an inner yearning, displayed astonishing perseverance, tirelessly drilling beneath his feet.

Even with the floor pried open and further digging a bit more, he found nothing resembling a basement.

During this time, Fu Qian wasn’t idle either; besides acting as a supervisor, he also casually observed the surroundings.

It indeed seemed abandoned for years, with even some furniture left behind having a classical character.

Standing within the building, he increasingly understood Fierce Man’s earlier comments about the windows.

The place seemed not to have considered lighting when built; windows were both small and high, letting almost no moonlight from outside penetrate.

To prevent Brother Butters from panicking, Fu Qian didn’t rashly take the lamp away to search for signs of the Fierce Man.

Thud!

In fact, this humanistic care proved effective; after Butters persistently dug, his crowbar suddenly made an unusual sound on the sand.

Thud, thud—

This encouragement was significant, causing Butters to speed up his actions, continuing to hammer and clear the surroundings.

A moment later, what he found finally began revealing itself under the lamplight.

Dark emerald, with particular patterns, naturally evoked Fu Qian’s memories of Bairluck Town.

A coffin?

Isn’t this fear element a bit too much?

Even buried underground, it doesn’t stay calm; opening it with a zombie vampire lying inside would just be too classic—crack!

Showing impressive decisiveness, Butters, ever tireless, directly hooked the crowbar to a corner and sharply exerted force.

It seemed to have been buried underground long enough to become less sturdy, with the coffin being pried open at one corner the next moment.

This is...

The scene revealed inside caused Butters’ actions to stop abruptly.

...

What to call this? Jellyfish Vampire?

At the moment the coffin lid shattered, familiar red and blue ghostly lights burst out from within.

With no need for Butters to provide light, the outline inside was clearly visible, surprisingly looking like a person lying there.

Half-transparent like the earlier jellyfish, bare, even without hair.

Slender yet graceful, from the exposed part, it was evidently a woman.

At first glance, tiny fangs could even be seen at the mouth’s edge.

Combined with the dark abode and lying in a coffin, it’s an overly classic vampire image.

Although not as aesthetically appealing as Demigod Selana, a true Bloodline Clan, the closed eyes and that peculiar texture were quite oddly alluring.

In fact, the moment the coffin broke open, the sound etched into the will abruptly amplified.

So much so that even with Fu Qian’s strength of will, there was a feeling of being unable to look away from that face.

Slap—

Of course, this didn’t stop Butters, who had leaned down, from getting smacked directly by Fu Qian.

"You..."

The slap was so forceful that Butters nearly fell, but after regaining footing, he finally glanced this way with a fierce expression.

"You fool, didn’t you notice we’re missing someone?"

Fu Qian, however, was unafraid, immediately revealing the danger he had kept to himself until now.

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