Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Chapter 194 The Poison Of Macabre! (2)

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But no matter the teamwork, if the number is too much then there's only one thing they can do. Run!

And they ran. Slashing at enemies and made their way to the entrance of the building. Once they were all inside Viper shut the door closed and jammed it with a sword littered on the ground from the battles before them.

"They must be on the top floor," Viper said to the Summer King, her voice was calm but the tension in her shoulders and her expression told everyone else that she was anything but.

The Summer King nodded. "Let us proceed."

The group started climbing up the stairs, Viper leading them as they made their way through the stairwell to the upper floor. There were already dead bodies lying at the stairs, some were City's and some were Autumn, but they didn't stop to check if they were alive or not.

They didn't understand why they were not turned yet but they made their way to the top of the floor without any problem.

The first thing that hit was not any blade or body, it was the stench. The foul smell of blood and decay filled the air, the stink so bad that it made you feel like throwing up.

"What is this foul stench?" Loras pinched his nose.

Viper slowly walked towards the end of the corridor, where the largest room was situated. The double door loomed at the end like some sinister haunted house, an entrance into the unknown, and in there was where she needed to go.

She quickly quivered as the Summer King tapped on her shoulder. "Sure about it? They could be long gone before we even arrived."

She could feel his apprehension "We're here. There's no point in turning back."

The King nodded back. And they slowly crept to the double door.

Blood leaked out of the door spaces below. Cold blood, like they were dead a few hours before.

Viper didn't like this. She didn't like this at all.

The only sound was their feet hitting on the ground and of course, Loras's teeth rattling together.

Viper didn't like this one bit, the room felt like a trap and that wasn't her.

Viper held her Sais at the ready, her blades glinting in the moonlight.

They reach the double door and she looked back at the King. He nodded in response. His dark face was bloodied with the blood but it didn't diminish the regal air he exuded.

"Ready?" Viper asked the King.I think you should take a look at

"Yes," he replied and she pushed open the door.

The room before them was a scene of unimaginable horror. The walls were splattered with blood, creating macabre patterns that seemed to come alive in the dim light. The stench grew stronger, assaulting their senses and making their stomachs churn. It was a sickening cocktail of death and decay, lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

Viper's eyes widened in shock as she took in the gruesome sight. Bodies lay strewn across the room, their limbs twisted and mangled, their lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. The floor was slick with blood, making each step treacherous and uncertain.

The Summer King's expression turned grim as he surveyed the carnage. "What could have caused such devastation?" he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the heavy silence that hung in the room.

Viper moved forward cautiously, her Sais held tightly in her grasp. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to retreat, to escape this nightmare. But she knew she had a duty to fulfill, a responsibility to uncover the truth and protect those who remained.

She walked further into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. As she approached the center of the room, a chill ran down her spine. There, on the wall, written in blood, were ominous symbols and words that sent shivers through her body. It was a grotesque display of malevolence, a message from an unknown source.

"What does it say?" the Summer King asked, his voice filled with apprehension.

Viper struggled to maintain her composure as she deciphered the message. "It's a warning," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "They're coming for us. They're here to claim this city as their own."

The realization hit them like a physical blow. The enemies they faced were not merely mindless creatures of the undead, but a calculated force, hell-bent on conquering the city and crushing everything in their path.

A sudden noise from the corner of the room snapped their attention away from the chilling message. Viper's senses heightened, and her muscles tensed, ready to strike. She raised her Sais, scanning the room for any sign of movement but she found nothing.

No one spoke again and they all followed her to the master bedroom.

Viper twisted the doorknob, her hand trembling slightly, and slowly pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the grisly scene before her.

But before she could react, the Summer King, sensing her shock, pushed past her and gasped audibly. His eyes were fixed on the bed, where the lifeless body of the Autumn King lay, surrounded by a pool of crimson.

Viper's gaze fell upon the gruesome sight before her. The Autumn King's head was grotesquely disfigured, with his features mangled and distorted as if someone had mercilessly pummeled his face. It was a sickening sight, one that made her stomach churn with revulsion.

But it wasn't just the damage to his face that shocked her. As she examined his lifeless body, she noticed the multitude of small holes scattered all over his torso and limbs. They resembled the puncture wounds of a sword, each mark a grim testament to the brutality of his demise.

The realization sent a shiver down Viper's spine. The Autumn King had been impaled with a sword, his body pierced multiple times before his untimely end. And yet, he had still been breathing, alive despite the excruciating pain inflicted upon him.

It was a macabre scene, filled with contradictions that defied logic. How could someone endure such torture and continue to live, only to meet their final moments in such a brutal manner? The implications were chilling, raising unsettling questions about the nature of the attack and the perpetrators responsible