This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

In Wang Xiaoer's pupils, only that all-consuming darkness remained.

His body was out of his control; his feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, and he couldn't move.

The suction force from the abyss was pulling his consciousness in inch by inch, as if his soul was being torn apart.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, drop by drop.

He knew he was trapped in a situation even more terrifying than being lost in a maze.

"Brother Chen!"

He tried to call for help, but no sound came out of his throat.

"Waiter!"

At that moment, Zhang Chen's weak but urgent roar came from behind him.

"Don't worry about the circuit breaker!"

Zhang Chen leaned against the wall, his chest aching and feeling tight in waves.

He stared at Wang Xiaoer's stiff, motionless back, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Something is wrong!

That wasn't hesitation, that was falling into a trap!

Damn!

Alarm bells rang in Zhang Chen's mind.

This thing is so smart!

It knew it was temporarily unable to move, and Li Hao and Zhao Qiang were already scared into submission.

Wang Xiaoer is the only person here who is still able to move around!

So it immediately trapped him with an illusion!

"Wang Xiaoer!"

Zhang Chen roared with all his might, but Wang Xiaoer still didn't react.

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhang Chen cursed under his breath, feeling extremely anxious.

He forced himself to stand up, picked up the dull peach wood sword that had fallen to the ground, and took out a printed talisman from his canvas bag, sticking it onto the sword.

He took a deep breath, enduring the tearing pain in his chest, and gathered all his remaining strength into his right arm. He then hurled the small sword with the talisman stuck in it at the back of Wang Xiaoer's head with all his might!

The small sword pierced the air without making a sound, yet it carried an irresistible decisiveness.

"Snapped!"

A muffled thud.

The small peach wood sword, or more precisely, the hilt, struck Wang Xiaoer squarely on the back of the head.

The force wasn't great, but it felt like a heavy hammer, striking his very soul.

Wang Xiaoer felt a numbness in the back of his head, and the abyss that swallowed everything in front of him collapsed instantly with a "crash" like a mirror shattered by a stone!

The stairs are still the same stairs.

The internet cafe is still the same internet cafe.

The terrifying force that had been trying to suck him in also vanished without a trace.

He stumbled and almost fell down the stairs. Only then did he come to his senses, gasping for breath. His back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Are you awake yet?"

Zhang Chen's voice came through, hoarse and tired.

Wang Xiaoer turned around and saw Zhang Chen's deathly pale face, and his heart tightened.

"Brother Chen! You?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhang Chen pointed to the computer that had first lit up in the private room and said urgently.

"Turning off the power won't work! That thing's rooted in the main unit! Quick! Smash it!"

Smash it!

These three words were like a thunderclap, instantly igniting all of Wang Xiaoer's bloodlust and ferocity.

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked around.

The closest one is that heavy gaming chair next to it.

Without thinking, he bent down and started copying.

But the chair seemed to be welded to the ground; he tried his best to drag it a little, but he couldn't lift it at all.

It's too heavy!

Wang Xiaoer was sweating profusely with anxiety. Apart from these heavy tables and chairs, there was nothing else in the private room.

His gaze swept across the glass partition and fell upon the red banner hanging on the corridor wall.

Fire extinguisher!

Yes! Use that one!

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xiaoer turned around and rushed over.

On the computer screens on both sides of the corridor, countless ghost faces rotated in unison, their empty eye sockets following his figure as if paying their respects.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoer had no time to be afraid; he had only one thought in his mind.

smash!

He rushed to the wall, ripped off the heavy dry powder fire extinguisher, and hugged it to his chest.

The weight he received put his mind at ease.

That's it!

Wang Xiaoer, holding the fire extinguisher, turned around and prepared to rush back.

But just as he turned around and exerted force, he suddenly tripped!

A network cable, kicked loose by someone, coiled around his ankle like a venomous snake.

"Holy crap!"

Wang Xiaoer cursed under his breath, and instantly lost his balance.

The heavy fire extinguisher in his arms exacerbated the loss of momentum, and he fell uncontrollably towards the side wall with a thud!

He fell right in the direction of the pile of metal boxes hanging in the corner.

Network switch.

The top was densely covered with blue and gray network cables, and the indicator lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

Wang Xiaoer didn't even notice what it was.

In desperation, he instinctively stretched out his free hand and scratched wildly at the wall, trying to grab onto something to steady himself.

Then, his hand grabbed the bunch of tightly plugged-in network cables on the switch.

"Sizzle—"

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds!

With the immense force of Wang Xiaoer falling to the ground, and with his desperate grab driven by his survival instinct, he managed to grab something.

He forcefully ripped the network cable, along with several pieces of plastic connectors, from the slot of the switch that connected all the computers on the second floor!

The entire internet cafe, at its purest physical level.

The internet went down instantly!

The moment all the network cables were unplugged.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The hundreds of computer screens in the internet cafe that were lit up all froze.

On the screen, the countless ghostly figures that were approaching the center as if they were about to break through the screen seemed to have been paused, and all their movements were frozen in that instant.

Those twisted and grotesque ghost faces remained frozen there.

The whole world fell silent.

It lasted for less than a second.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

Followed by.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

As if by prior arrangement, dozens of screens went dark almost simultaneously, one after the other!

The eerie green light was instantly wiped away, as if by an invisible hand.

Darkness has returned.

But this time, the darkness is no longer cold.

The chilling atmosphere in the private room, which had almost frozen one's bones, quickly dissipated like the receding tide.

The fluorescent light overhead flickered twice.

"Sizzle—"

It lit up again.

Warm, human-like lights once again filled the entire internet cafe.

The crisis came in a way no one could have predicted.

It's off.

Wang Xiaoer fell to the ground, his elbow throbbing with pain.

He was still clutching a bunch of colorful network cables tightly in his hand, looking completely bewildered.

Zhang Chen leaned against the wall, staring dumbfounded at the dramatic scene unfolding before him.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer, who had fallen to the ground.

Then he looked at the "trophy" in Wang Xiao's hand.

Finally, his gaze fell on the bald switch on the wall.

The air was silent for a good ten seconds.

Zhang Chen opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't find the right words for the moment.

Finally, he took a deep breath, which aggravated his chest injury, and coughed violently twice before squeezing out a sentence through his teeth.

"I told you to smash the computer... not to unplug the network cable..."

Looking at Wang Xiaoer's bewildered and innocent expression, he couldn't help but force a smile that looked worse than crying.

"but……"

"Well done!"

The crisis has been temporarily averted, but everyone knows that the problem has not been eradicated.

With Wang Xiaoer's help, Zhang Chen slowly stood up.

He walked up to the machine that had caused all of this, looked at the main unit that had returned to normal and whose screen was now black, and his expression remained extremely solemn.

"We've only temporarily taken it offline, but it's still here."

Zhang Chen's voice was low, tinged with lingering fear.

"It seems we need to find out his background first."

He turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaoer and Li Hao, who were also still shaken.

"Now I'm certain that someone died in this internet cafe before."