Infinite Horror Bulk Players

Chapter 314 Zhao Yingkong's Death

"Tsk, what a piece of trash." Zheng Zha, the inner demon choking Zheng Zha, sensed something and couldn't help but curse under his breath before casually throwing Zheng Zha to the ground.

With Lin Hao protecting him, he could no longer use Nightmare to attack Zheng Zha.

"Cough cough cough" Zheng Zha fell to the ground and couldn't help coughing. He covered his neck with one hand and suddenly realized that his body had been healed without him noticing.

Looking up at the figure that was exactly like himself, which was now gradually becoming illusory, he said, "You're lucky this time. I'll come back to find you when you reach the fourth level."

"Wait, what does this mean? What's going on?!" Zheng Zha hurriedly got up from the ground, trying to grab his inner demon, but the demon had already disappeared completely.

He was left alone in this world of ruins and flames, listening to the crackling of the fire, unable to escape.

"What a pity." Having forcibly taken over Zheng Zha's dream from the captain of the Celestial Team, the inner demon Lin Hao shook his head with a sigh.

If Zheng Zha can resolve his inner demons in the third stage, he can skip the inner demons step in the fourth stage.

Unfortunately, such good things don't come easily. If the inner demons aren't resolved in advance and they have to face them when they reach the fourth level, the moving coffin won't be able to protect Zheng Zha.

At that time, death was spiritual death.

Unable to target Zheng Zha, the captain of the Celestial Team could only set his sights on the next powerful member of the Central Continent Team.

Using Nightmare's abilities, he learns the thoughts of the members of the Central Continent Team.

Who is the third strongest in the Central Continent Team? Just one glance at their memories will make it clear.

As the captain of the Celestial Team peered in, a name slowly appeared in his mind.

Zhao Yingkong.

The next moment, he entered the other person's mind, and what came into view was a forest.

Corpses were everywhere, and pieces of flesh were everywhere.

Zhao Yingkong fled in a sorry state, hiding here and there.

Her figure was gradually moving away from the person chasing her. This was the help of righteous energy, which helped her avoid the crisis of her inner demons. However, with the captain of the Celestial Team watching her closely, luck could no longer help her escape difficulties.

"My lovely little apple, where are you? Don't run away, everyone is waiting for you."

Zhao Zhuikong's voice echoed through the forest, coming from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.

Her face turned pale with fright, and tears welled up in Zhao Yingkong's eyes; she was almost scared to tears by the other person.

These are memories in Zhao Yingkong's mind, newly created by Zhao Zhuikong after Zhao Ruikong sealed her memories.

As the weakest girl in the Zhao family, one day, her eldest brother Zhao Zhuikong, whom she regarded as her closest relative, went mad and killed all her friends, companions, and even elders, leaving her all alone.

This is definitely a template for Zuo Er's pillars.

Lin Hao had criticized her for this a long time ago, so in this nightmare, her identity was quietly transferred to Zuo Erzhuzi.

In her disheveled state, she seemed to have truly become an ordinary little girl, hiding and fleeing throughout the forest.

The assassin's skills have all been forgotten; even walking through the jungle could result in a fall.

It was as if Sasuke had possessed him.

However, now that she has become Sasuke, how can she escape Itachi's pursuit?
Hiding in a tree hollow, Zhao Yingkong curled up, her lips trembling, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, wiping away the wetness on her face that she couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

Then she covered her mouth with both hands, like a frightened little rabbit, not daring to make a sound.

"My lovely little apple, why aren't you running away anymore? Have you finally come to your senses and want to reunite with everyone down below?" A man's voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

Zhao Yingkong screamed in fright and immediately lunged forward. A sharp blade grazed her cheek.

Blood flowed as Zhao Yingkong fell to the ground once more. Looking back with a terrified expression, she saw Zhao Zhuikong standing there, his eyes glowing red and the three tomoe slowly rotating.

Holding a kunai in one hand and wearing a perverted smile, he slowly walked towards Zhao Yingkong.

With her legs completely exhausted, Zhao Yingkong cried out in terror, tears welling in her eyes, shaking her head. Although she was too frightened to make a sound, she clearly rejected Zhao Zhuikong's suggestion.

"You naughty little apple! A bad child like you should have your skin peeled off and be properly tasted," Zhao Zhuikong said with a smile.

Hearing his words, Zhao Yingkong looked somewhat bewildered, as if she understood something.

However, the next second she realized that she didn't understand anything at all.

Zhao Zhuikong's kunai had somehow been replaced by a knife, a scalpel.

This reminded Zhao Yingkong of a hitman she had once heard of who had skinned a gangster's daughter and then disappeared.

Perhaps if you only mention this, no one will know who it is.

But his other identity is much more famous: the werewolf doctor of the Indiana team.

The knife the other party used to peel the skin was that sharp scalpel.

Clearly, when Zhao Zhuikong said he was going to strip her clothes off, he didn't mean to strip her of her clothes; he wanted to strip Zhao Yingkong of her skin.

The mere thought of this terrifying possibility made Zhao Yingkong want to run away as fast as she could.

But her legs seemed to no longer belong to her; she sat there slumped, completely unresponsive.

With tears streaming down her face, the poor little girl, ignoring the wetness between her legs, cried out in a pitiful plea, "Brother, please, please, let me go."

"Who are you begging? Are you begging Zhao Zhuikong?" The tone shifted abruptly.

Zhao Yingkong froze, staring blankly at Zhao Zhuikong's figure.

The other person's face seemed to soften, but his expression grew increasingly agitated.

"I thought you were just incompetent, but I never imagined you would be this useless."

He killed all our comrades, and instead of thinking of killing him, you dare to beg for mercy?

Zhao Zhuikong's expression gradually became frantic. He squatted down and suddenly slashed the scalpel across Zhao Yingkong's arm.

"Ughhhhh!" Zhao Yingkong cried like a little girl, but Zhao Zhuikong in front of her kept pressing down on her chest with his knee to stop her from struggling.

How could you beg for mercy? How could you surrender?

Kill him! You must kill him, have you forgotten? Forgotten your dead comrades? Friends? Forgotten our hatred?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go, please let me go, ahhh!"

Zhao Yingkong cried and wailed until she finally couldn't cry anymore.

The girl lay there in a pool of blood, silently watching the figure before her, watching it gradually change.

It's like what I'll look like when I grow up.

Zhao Yingkong is dead.

(End of this chapter)