My Cell Prison-Chapter 1151 - 1150: The Terror of the Headless

Han Dong, who was transported in as the driver, was also puzzled.

He had a "Master-Servant Relationship" with Chen Li, and they had even signed a "Containment Agreement"... Han Dong had thought that entering the "Yin Yang Road" world would trigger a response, leading him to Chen Li.

But the bond of the Master-Servant Relationship didn’t trigger at all, and Han Dong could only search by following the streetlights.

As the van turned right at an intersection, it headed down a street lit by a solitary streetlamp.

The "Headless" who had been lying in the back row now assumed a sitting posture... Strands of black hair at the severed neck began to float, emitting an aura that even made Han Dong’s heart palpitate.

"Headless, do you sense anything? Don’t speak out just yet, we might encounter the person I’m looking for."

"I will act on my own judgment. Your body can’t get injured a second time, or else I won’t be able to explain to the club and the nurse who was recently tending to you."

"Alright, I’ll get out of the car first to have a look."

The van stopped ten meters away from the streetlamp.

With the "Dark Blood Skull" in his right hand, the Togu inside him was also on high alert. (Maritzis, a toad demon used as a battery in the lab, didn’t qualify to enter the Black Tower. While Han Dong was busy with Black Tower affairs, she would remain in isolated hibernation.)

He opened his "Demon Eye" and carefully observed the surroundings of the streetlamp,

Stars emerged between his calves, ready to dodge any attacks that might come,

However, as he stepped into the range of the streetlamp’s light, he sensed no danger, nor did the "Demon Eye" catch any signs of Different People. freёnovelkiss-com

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At the same moment, the next streetlamp, ten meters away, lit up.

It seemed to be guiding Han Dong further down the street in this manner, illuminating his path.

Just as Han Dong was about to consult Headless for advice, the latter’s voice had already reached him: "Keep walking, I’ll be watching you from the shadows."

Since that was said, Han Dong continued to follow the guidance of the streetlights.

Sure enough.

Whenever he reached the range of one streetlamp, the next one would light up at the same time.

In this manner.

He was led by the streetlights from the main road to a more secluded residential area until Han Dong stood at the entrance of an alley.

The last streetlamp was set at the furthest end of the narrow alley, and a [Red Door] was also reflected on the wall.

It was like a door painted entirely red with fresh blood, with a sign saying "Open for Business" hanging on the doorknob.

Han Dong approached leisurely to the very end and stood in front of the red door, yet he still felt no homology.

"Even if Chen Li isn’t here, there should be something else ’hiding’... The fact these ’things’ are in hiding must be for a reason. Perhaps I could find out some important information."

The moment Han Dong reached out his hand, the red door automatically opened.

A faint fragrance wafted from the crack in the door, which would have caused a common person to immediately experience illusions and be drawn inside... For Han Dong at this stage, it was child’s play.

Through the crack, a meat eye could only see a faint dark red light.

But the "Demon Eye" could instantly complete an [internal structure analysis]—a completely sealed bar, filled with a gathering of ’ghosts’ straight out of Hong Kong horror films.

However, Han Dong also noticed a unified characteristic among these ’ghosts’—’hair issues’.

Aside from the headless ghosts, these spectral figures were all missing patches of hair, and some were even completely bald...

"The hair is missing?"

Feigning to be entranced by the fragrance, Han Dong entered the bar in a dazed state.

As his back foot stepped in, boom!

The red door slammed shut under the force of an unknown power, vanishing and turning into a stone wall.

Inside the smoky bar, only the bar counter had a "Human Lamp"—a fresh corpse hung on a hook inside the counter, flayed, deboned, and with organs removed, made into a red human body lantern.

Some guests were playing with eyeball marbles,

The customer seated at the bar was also drinking a cocktail steeped in innards,

All of them resembled the fierce ghosts from Hong Kong movies of the nineties, their faces bathed in the eerie green light of a flashlight held under their chins, casting a sinister and terrifying expression.

At that moment, all the ’people’ in the bar turned their gaze towards Han Dong in unison, displaying a ravenous look as if they hadn’t tasted fresh flesh in a long while.

"I can’t believe there are still living people who haven’t evacuated, daring to wander the city in the middle of the night... Don’t you know that even when we move outside, we do so with extreme caution?

Since you’ve come to us, we will treat you well."

As he spoke, a ’guest’ who had been toying with the eyeball marbles couldn’t hold back any longer and, like a zombie, stretched out his arms straight, flying towards him with a floating stance.

The scene was also very much like the old Hong Kong ghost films, seemingly wanting to strangle Han Dong outright.

Faced with this scenario, Han Dong didn’t take a step back, nor did he even make a move to lift his hand.

Maintaining a relaxed posture with his hands shoved in his pockets... the flesh on his right arm had begun to throb. By the time the fierce ghost neared, the Bloodhound could lash out and kill it in one bite.

At that moment,

A breath so terrifying it made Han Dong’s heart quiver came from behind him... yet this breath was also familiar.

Whoosh!

A thick, hefty hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grasped the fierce ghost’s head firmly.

An extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

The fierce ghost’s head wasn’t crushed, nor was its soul sucked out. Instead...

Ah!! A high-pitched scream of terror erupted, ripping the throat apart instantly. Within three seconds, the shock caused the soul to split, and the fierce ghost died on the spot.

The fierce ghost was literally scared to death.

This scene filled all the patrons in the bar with fright, as they also sensed something extremely terrifying had appeared behind Han Dong.

But.

The bar was their only stronghold; if they fled to the streets, they too would die a horrible death.

With this thought, all the fierce ghosts in the bar showed their ferocity.

At the same time.

An ancient resentment surged out from behind Han Dong.

Such resentment immediately overshadowed everything, transforming the bar into an ancient battlefield strewn with corpses, where hundreds of thousands, even millions, of warriors had been buried.

A man in a general’s uniform, his body covered in horizontal scars, knelt at the highest pile of bodies.

He was beheaded on the spot by a group of odd-looking, strangely-dressed beings—these Different People—clearly at odds with the background.

Not at all in the same Boundary.

When the fierce ghosts witnessed such a vision, it meant they were invaded by resentment... Instantly surpassing their body’s endurance, they either died from fright or exploded on the spot.

In an instant,

The bar fell silent.

The Headless hand rested on Han Dong’s shoulder as it slowly emerged from the shadows, its belly facing the bar.

"Oh? To find an individual who can survive in such a place... and even grow through harnessing my resentment."

Following the Headless’s remark,

A headless bartender suddenly stood up from behind the bar, having fashioned his own head into a portable lantern that he hung at his waist... Due to the recent domain influence, this headless bartender was drawing strands of resentment into his body through the neck wound.

"I am willing to follow you, my lord, please don’t kill me..."

"No head, huh! Pretty good... Han Dong, go and ask him; you might get information about your Minion."