Linbiangui Village-Infinite Streaming Chapter 41

Raving Old Monster

It was rare for an obsession entity to so directly reveal its identity. Wu Kai Ke stared intently in the direction the group had fled. His words were clearly aimed at Chen Jin and the other two, but because they were busy escaping Old Man Wu’s pursuit, they hadn’t heard a word.

“Why is this thing chasing us relentlessly!”

“What did Wu Kai Ke do to his father?!”

“You didn’t pick up anything strange, did you? Why is he only chasing us?”

“……”

Passing the Bai family residence, the three naturally turned into the house, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

For some unknown reason, the three Bai brothers hadn’t attended the Wu family’s funeral feast today. Instead, they were cooking noodles for themselves at home. Seeing the sudden intruders, they weren’t sure whether to swallow the noodles they had just put in their mouths.

After staring wide-eyed at each other for a moment, Wu Zeng spoke first: “Hurry inside, close the door!”

The group quickly grabbed their bowls and rushed into the inner room. The moment the door closed, they heard a loud crash from the courtyard—they couldn’t tell what had caused the noise.

The room was silent. Everyone held their breath.

Uncle A Dong’s eyes darted around. Earlier, Chen Jin’s soaked white clothes clung to his body, and that icy coldness seemed to have transferred to him. A sneeze was brewing in his nasal cavity. Uncle A Dong felt like ants were crawling on his face, itching terribly, but he dared not let the sneeze escape. His entire face was flushed red.

“Achoo!” In the end, the itching won. A massive sneeze echoed, and the sound outside instantly vanished. Everyone looked at each other, unsure what to do next.

The next second, the wooden door exploded under Old Man Wu’s impact. Splinters, rain, and mud splattered everywhere.

The crowd scattered. Wu Zeng grabbed Chen Jin’s wrist and hid behind the medicine cabinet. Uncle A Dong scurried under a table. The three Bai brothers rushed back to the small room used for transfusions. In the dim light, the door of the medical freezer was knocked open, and several bags of whole blood, stored in special plastic, fell to the floor. In the chaos, someone stepped on one bag, and Wu Zeng’s whole blood slowly began to leak out.

Old Man Wu did not lose direction despite the scattering people. His empty eyes were unfocused, yet his target was clear: he charged straight toward the medicine cabinet—he was looking for Chen Jin and Wu Zeng.

A strange sound, like a leaky bellows, came from Old Man Wu’s throat. His movements were so fast they were just a blur. A pale, wrinkled arm instantly shot out toward Chen Jin’s face, sharp nails aimed directly at his eyes. With such violent movement, Old Man Wu’s body showed signs of cracking. Within the fissures of his pale, blackish skin, countless white mycelial threads were clearly visible, writhing inside him like earthworms, pulsing up and down like a heartbeat.

“Shit!” Chen Jin reacted quickly, sharply leaning to the side, narrowly dodging the attack.

Wu Zeng’s face was grim as he grasped the sudden arm. Old Man Wu’s momentum was instantly halted. Wu Zeng then raised his knee and forcefully snapped the arm downward. The withered limb broke with a crack, but Old Man Wu remained oblivious, standing in a daze. Only when the arm hit the floor did the dense white mycelial threads surge out as if sensing it, working together to lift the arm and pull it up, reattaching the severed limb to his body as if threading a needle.

Wu Zeng stood in front of Chen Jin, his eyes fixed on the old monster. Their escape route was blocked. He hoped no surprise attacks would come now.

“Brother, his mycelial threads are better than our sutures…” Bai Lao Er, hiding in the shadows, suddenly spoke faintly. Bai Lao Da rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but tap him on the head. “Shut up!”

Seeing that Old Man Wu had long become a non-human monster, ordinary attacks would likely be ineffective against him.

“Grab a weapon!” Uncle A Dong, finding courage from somewhere, roared and snatched a long wooden bench from beside the table. He slammed it onto Old Man Wu’s head with a loud crash.

“Uncle A Dong is acting like this today…” Chen Jin was startled by Uncle A Dong’s sudden bravery, and the sense of urgency brought by Old Man Wu dissipated by half.

However, Old Man Wu’s head seemed to be made of steel. Despite the massive impact, he didn’t flinch. Then, his head twisted 180 degrees, turning toward Uncle A Dong at a bizarre angle. His vacant eyes locked onto Uncle A Dong.

Uncle A Dong stared at the strange, expressionless head, involuntarily swallowing hard. The hairs on his body stood on end.

He thought Old Man Wu had changed targets, but the old thing, still facing away, reached out again, aiming straight for Chen Jin’s heart, moving even faster than before!

The suddenness of the attack brought out a murderous glint in Wu Zeng’s eyes. He swept his right foot forward, kicking hard into Old Man Wu’s knee.

With a cracking sound, Old Man Wu’s right leg snapped like a dead branch, the bone shattering. He immediately fell to his knees. Although the mycelial threads immediately surged from the wound, it would still take a few minutes to fully recover.

“Go!” Wu Zeng seized the opportunity to push Chen Jin toward the door. Uncle A Dong, gaining a moment of respite, also bolted out. Wu Zeng followed close behind.

Watching the people gradually empty out of the room, the three Bai brothers held their breath in the back room, terrified that Old Man Wu would turn his attention and search for them. Fortunately, the old thing’s target was as expected. Once his leg regrew, he immediately followed the trio out the door.

But after those few minutes, there was no sign of Chen Jin or Wu Zeng outside the door.

The three brothers listened until the living room fell silent. Bai Lao San, daringly holding a palm-sized pestle, poked his head out. His two brothers, distracted for a moment, let the young one venture out.

“Hey! Don’t you…” Before Bai Lao Da’s voice faded, Lao San abruptly stopped. He had come face-to-face with Old Man Wu, who had inexplicably doubled back.

As their eyes met, the distance between Bai Lao San and the monster was barely an inch. He involuntarily inhaled the creature’s scent—it wasn’t the stench of a corpse, but a strange mixture of old man smell and the faint fragrance of mushrooms, like a poorly blended perfume.

All the hairs on Bai Lao San’s body stood up. He wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound. A chilling terror filled his heart. For a moment, he could only stand frozen, a transparent, glistening drop of snot sliding from his left nostril.

However, Old Man Wu showed little interest in him. Like an ancient corpse from a zombie movie, his body was stiff, his eyes vacant as he stared into the room. He then bypassed Lao San and lunged backward into the house.

He was going for the spilled whole blood.

Bai Lao Da understood immediately. Frowning, he pulled Lao San away. Bai Lao Er cleverly kicked away a nearby stool, leaving the doorway clear for Old Man Wu.

With the monster distracted, the three had a chance to escape. They quietly slipped out of the back room and looked up to see Chen Jin and Wu Zeng, armed with a hoe and a shovel, respectively. Their expressions were serious, their brows furrowed as they silently signaled: “Get out quickly!”

Uncle A Dong stood behind them, clutching the wooden bench with both hands, his face solemn, looking like he was about to make a heroic sacrifice—Why did I come back with you guys!

Bai Lao Da, being the eldest, instantly synchronized with the trio’s rhythm. He first pushed his two younger brothers out the door, then grabbed the other long bench from the floor. After Wu Zeng and Chen Jin closed and bolted the door, he and Uncle A Dong braced the two long benches against the entrance, finally managing to lock Old Man Wu inside the house.

With everything secured, the group, still shaken, held their breath and slipped away, trying not to make another sound.

But how could Old Man Wu, this monster, be so easily fooled?

Before they even reached the courtyard gate, they heard a loud crash. The wooden door of the back room had been violently broken open. Splintered wood flew and hit something, releasing a strange medicinal fragrance.

“My medicine!” Bai Lao Er cried out, slapping his thigh as he ran.

“Go, go, run faster!” Uncle A Dong, round in shape, lagged behind, his voice edged with panic.

“Thump, thump, thump…” Old Man Wu’s footsteps were solid and powerful, composing an aggressive march as he trod through the rain.

“Aaaah…” The terrifying sound forced tears from Uncle A Dong’s eyes. He screamed and sped up, but Old Man Wu ran past him again, chasing Wu Zeng and Chen Jin, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Lao San, get out of the way!” Seeing the tall, strong Bai Lao San sprinting ahead right in Old Man Wu’s path, Bai Lao Da quickly caught up and yanked him aside, clearing the way for the monster once more.

The mushroom’s control was indeed formidable. Old Man Wu chased the group and was quickly upon Wu Zeng and Chen Jin.

“Persistent bastard!” Wu Zeng, tired of running, suddenly stopped to face Old Man Wu head-on.

With a dull clang, the iron hoe struck Old Man Wu squarely in the chest. His body swayed slightly. He countered with a backhand swing, his withered arm carrying immense force, grabbing Wu Zeng’s shoulder. The force was so great that his nails pierced through the clothes and embedded themselves in the flesh. Blood flowed from the wound.

Chen Jin heard the tearing sound and sharply turned back, seeing the confrontation. Wu Zeng’s bright red blood made his pupils contract slightly. Without hesitation, Chen Jin raised the iron shovel and swung it toward Old Man Wu’s neck. Unfortunately, the force was not enough for the shovel to cut into the flesh, but it strangely caused Old Man Wu’s left eyeball to rotate. He ended up in a horrific state, his right eye staring directly at Wu Zeng, and his left eye fixed on Chen Jin.

Old Man Wu released his left hand from Wu Zeng’s shoulder and, like a viper, coiled around the iron shovel, attacking Chen Jin.

Chen Jin felt a massive force traveling up the shovel. A tingling, vibrating pain even spread beneath his skin. He had no choice but to release the shovel and retreat.

As the shovel hit the ground, Wu Zeng struck Old Man Wu’s left arm. A bone-jarring crack sounded, and the arm fell to the ground like deadwood again. Wu Zeng decisively kicked Old Man Wu several meters away, but the nails embedded in his own shoulder tore his flesh, leaving a bloody mess.

Without further hesitation, Wu Zeng grabbed the iron shovel Chen Jin had dropped and swung it fiercely toward Old Man Wu’s neck…

Just as the shovel was about to strike the head—

“Clap! Clap! Clap!” Crisp applause suddenly rang out amidst the downpour, carrying a deeply unsettling sense of leisure and mockery.