A9 didn't even dare to keep watching. It kept its eyes tightly shut, and by the time it opened them again, Lin Mo had already stood up, swaying slightly.
She was practically superhuman...
Perhaps the bone in her arm was injured, for she no longer had the strength to make another move. Her calves gave out, and with a thud, she collapsed into a half-kneeling position on the ground, supporting herself with her left hand while her entire right arm trembled violently.
Her hair was a disheveled mess, matted to her face and neck in strands slick with sweat and blood. Pink-tinged rainwater fell to the floor, absorbed by the decaying wood.
With its superior night vision, A9 could see clearly in the dark, allowing it to perceive her gruesome state far better than anyone else.
Blood welled from the unhealed burns on the side of her face, trickling down past her brow and staining half her face red. Blood had seeped into her eye socket, giving her a terrifying appearance.
Chen Xijian poked half her face out from behind the door. She had been trembling violently amid the vibrations outside, but now the chilling sound of fighting had vanished.
Was it over?
Tears had soaked her face pale. She stared at the utterly ruined corridor—broken bricks and deep gouges left by the axe blade were embedded in the walls, shattered railing posts and wood splinters lay strewn across the floor, and the once tightly sealed manor was now battered and torn, allowing rain to splatter continuously inside from outdoors.
She knew her presence would only hold Lin Mo back. If she didn't run now and something happened to Lin Mo, neither of them would survive.
She couldn't be afraid anymore.
Seizing the time bought for her, she forced her weak, trembling body up and bolted outward.
Meanwhile, hearing another person's breathing and hurried footsteps, Zhou Shen subconsciously felt uneasy and agitated.
The battle just now had already left him in a state of severe blood loss. If Lin Mo charged at him again right now, she might actually kill him.
Enraged beyond measure, a low growl rumbled in his throat. Raising the axe handle with both hands, he blindly slashed forward into the darkness.
The attack range was too wide. Lin Mo reiterated to herself once more that she truly hated this weapon.
At the moment the axe blade fell, she sidestepped and dropped her shoulder, closing the distance between them. Squeezing through the narrow gap between the axe and the wall, she raised her left arm in a reverse grip, using her forearm and elbow to jam the force of the axe handle while thrusting her dagger straight into his right forearm gripping the shaft.
This time, even a professional Grey Mark could not endure such pain. His fingers uncurled, and the handle slipped from his grasp.
Carried by its original momentum, the long-handled axe flew out, flipping half a turn in the air before the blade chopped deep into a floorboard in the corridor. The force caused the handle to tilt high into the air, trembling violently.
Taking advantage of the loss of power in his right arm, she swept a kick into the back of his knee. Zhou Shen lost his balance and stumbled sideways, his massive body slamming hard against the railing.
“Boom—!”
Zhou Shen reached back blindly to grab onto something, but all he caught in his grip was a section of broken wood. His bulky frame tipped backward, plunging straight through the gap in the broken railing and falling heavily into the darkness below.
A dull thud echoed from below, accompanied by a chain reaction of bones crashing through floorboards, crushing old wooden crates, and knocking over metal objects. The entire old house seemed to shudder from the impact.
Lin Mo stood at the edge of the broken railing, her chest heaving violently. The corridor was ruined so thoroughly that there was barely anywhere left to stand. A flash of lightning struck down from the sky behind her, illuminating the entire corridor in a ghastly white light.
The floorboards of the corridor were cracked open like a fishnet; a single misstep would send someone falling from the third floor.
The torrential rain poured in through the broken window frame behind her, icy and biting cold. Lin Mo tossed aside the dagger, which was still dripping with blood, and instead pulled up the axe embedded in the floorboard.
Thunder followed closely behind, exploding overhead. Amid the flash of white light, she stared at the axe reeking of blood and laboriously lifted it.
The axe's massive shadow matched her own silhouette. Chen Xijian heard the sound of a heavy object falling. Confused, she turned back to look, only to see this scene before her eyes.
Lin Mo was barefoot and soaked through. Under the shadows of the building and the flashes of lightning, half her face was shrouded in darkness and half lit up. The wind whipped her wet hair away from her face, revealing her dark, pitch-black eyes.
The shadow behind her traced her silhouette like a demon-revealing mirror, terrifying and sinister, filling anyone who looked upon it with dread. She carefully supported herself against the railing and looked down.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the massive, twisted figure lying at the very bottom.
Is he dead? Killed by Lin Mo...
What she did was so terrifying, so terrifying.
A small animal's sharp intuition ignited pure terror from the depths of her heart. She turned around and fled madly toward the second floor.
【Looks like you scared your little buddy away.】
Lin Mo felt that holding the axe up was a bit too exhausting, so she switched to dragging it behind her, bypassing the honeycombed floor as she retraced her steps.
Returning to the front of the room where she had kicked open the wooden board, she cast a glance inside out of the corner of her eye.
Zhang Qiumin sat slumping against the wall outside the study, her legs stretched out straight and her head tilted to one side. Her eyes were half-open, devoid of any luster.
At the collar of her old cloth shirt was a neat, deep wound, sliced open cleanly by an extremely sharp blade. The dagger she had held earlier lay not far away. Blood had gushed out from the cut, staining most of her chest and the floor beneath her, now completely still and no longer flowing.
【When did she die? Total carnage, absolute carnage!】
【That dagger lying not far away was the one she had just held to try and kill Chen Xijian, right? Lin Mo, do you think her conscience struck at the last second and she committed suicide?】
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