Super Zoo

Zhao Yun realized something was wrong and let out a loud yell in just an instant. In that split second, Suming's hand had already touched the woman's shoulder, only to feel emptiness as the woman's shoulder suddenly collapsed!

"Fuck your grandfather!" Startled by Zhao Yun's loud shout and the sudden collapse of the shoulder, Suming cursed out loud and stumbled three or four steps backward, pressing his back tightly against the screen wall, his whole body breaking out in a cold sweat.

The woman suddenly turned her head around. Suming couldn't see clearly what she looked like; from a distance, he only saw a ghastly pale face covered in white hair and two pitch-black eyes bulging outward, intensely creepy.

She was the epitome of 'thinking of crime from behind, thinking of self-defense from the front'!

Zhao Yun showed his ruthless side and without saying a second word, shot the woman in red in the thigh!

"Bang!" The bullet hit accurately on the back of the red-clothed woman's dress, but it was as if she was floating in mid-air, not affected at all. The bullet made a hole in her dress, passed through it, and with a plop, struck a leg of the big bed.

The big bed had seen hundreds of years and was already rotten. It had barely managed to stay standing until now because it had not been subjected to external forces. As soon as it was hit by the bullet, one of the bed's legs shattered instantly, and the big bed collapsed with a crash.

Perhaps the big bed was something the woman in red treasured or used for resting; her sudden rage was evident when her head rotated more than 100 degrees, and she let out an eerily shrill howl at Zhao Yun.

The sound was piercing to the ear, just like the ghostly screams used to scare people on the internet.

Her mouth, already swollen looking, bulged grotesquely high. When she opened her mouth wide, her face suddenly split open, revealing a huge black hole amidst the white hair, with crisscrossing sharp fangs inside.

"Mr. Zhao, you've ruined her dowry!" When pushed to the extreme by fear, some people collapse while others become numb. Suming belonged to the latter category. Now he didn't feel scared at all; he just yelled out loud, raised his shotgun, and struck hard at the woman's gaping mouth with the butt of the gun!

The hit connected, but the sensation through the rifle was very light, not like hitting a person – it felt almost like hitting a balloon, weightless.

It was strange; the woman seemed unfazed by bullets, yet Suming's hit to her face made her fall to the ground. Before Suming and his partner could move to grab her, she turned her head to let out another chilling howl at Suming, then using her hands and feet together, scuttled like a crawling creature, rushing towards a corner door in the room and whooshed, escaping from the room.

Her movements were so agile that Suming immediately thought of the zombies from Resident Evil.

Suming and Zhao Yun advanced a couple of steps, pushed aside the curtains over the corner door and followed through. There was another courtyard beyond, with paths on both sides seemingly leading to a side yard. The surrounding walls were mostly damaged, with one wall even collapsed, but the woman had vanished without a trace, no sign of where she had gone.

The whole process had only taken a few seconds by now, and it was just then Su Meng, Huiya, and the three dogs had made their way into the room. They barked furiously at the yard beyond, and Huiya, baring his teeth, was about to chase after the figure when Suming grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"It's not a rabbit, and it might really be a female ghost or something. That's not part of your job description!" Suming said to Huiya.

Huiya twisted and turned, its two wolf ears flapping left and right like fans, clearly very unhappy.

"Being unhappy is useless, stay here obediently!" Suming tossed it aside, then looked at Zhao Yun, still feeling anxious, and said, "Mr. Zhao, can you use Marx's materialism to explain to me what the hell that thing was just now?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Although Zhao Yun had just been shouting and decisively firing his gun, appearing unafraid, it was all a reflex response. To tell the truth, it was his first time encountering such a situation too, his face pale with fright, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

Upon hearing Suming's question, he answered with conviction, "How would I know? Marx believed in God too, in this situation we can only ask God!"

"God can't handle Chinese ghosts!" During the brief glimpse just now, Suming could be sure that woman couldn't possibly be human.

Not even a wild man, and even if it were Su Meng, he wouldn't move on all fours like a dog crawling on the ground. And how could a person's mouth be so large, even more exaggerated than the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Besides, Zhao Yun's shot had hit the woman's leg squarely. Even if it were Su Meng, getting shot would have made him stumble, but that woman... let's still call her a woman for now, was so skinny, seemed utterly unaffected by the bullet.

Even Su Meng, who was afraid of neither heaven nor earth, now looked completely bewildered. Only Huiya and the three dogs were excitedly moving around the room, not scared but rather thrilled, wagging their tails, sniffing around, all eventually converging beside the collapsed bed, fiercely sniffing at the remains of the bed.

The quilts on the bed had long decayed into scraps, and the wood was rotten beyond recognition. Stepping on it would leave a deep footprint. Who knows what they could sniff out. Could they really catch the red-dressed woman by the scent from the bed?

"You've read a lot of spooky novels. Can you guess what that thing was just now? I don't think it quite resembled a ghost," said Zhao Yun, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Yun had a point. On closer thought, Suming also felt something was amiss. Although the woman was terrifying, she was nothing more than unnerving in appearance and sound, seemingly without real lethality. On the contrary, she was brought down by a single shot from his gun and fled in a sorry state.

If ghosts were that weak, then there's nothing to be afraid of.

However, considering that, the pile of excrement in the front yard's big jar was very likely the handiwork of the red-dressed woman. If it were a ghost, it shouldn't need to defecate, right? It must be some very special creature.

Suming automatically pictured a scene in his mind, a Slit-Mouthed Woman wearing a big red robe, lifting her gown like an acrobat, squatting by the edge of the water jar to defecate, which gave him chills!

Whether it was a human, a ghost, or something else, staying in this room wasn't a solution, so they returned to the courtyard at the front.

Just as they stepped outside, from behind several walls not far away, the eerie scream suddenly resounded again, identical to that of the red-dressed woman from earlier!

Following that, from all directions of the courtyard, one after another, the same piercing screams erupted almost everywhere, one after another, the ghostly howls echoing throughout the entire underground ancient town.