The night is as cool as water. Looking out of the corridor, the shadows and silhouettes swaying in the wind are strangely unreal. Outside the walls, the world is in turmoil, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, unable to see, but can hear the signs from the sound. All this adds to the ominous calm in this building.

The new monster wandered around the third floor for a while, stopping above Tomie and me. We held our breath and nervously raised our heads, as if we were trying to see through the thick cement. It doesn't move and doesn't give it a sense of security.

Tomie waved her arms and motioned to move forward, carrying her axe and walking forward in a cat-like posture ready to run, and I followed behind, looking back at the outside of the corridor and behind me from time to time. When we reached the stairs, we whew, and a dark shadow flashed outside the hallway.

Fell from the third floor.

Tomie and I were taken aback and looked at each other. I stepped forward, raised my crossbow, and was ready to shoot, leaning against the railing and looking down.

Nothing.

He then looked up and down in the back left, but there was no sign of any foreign object moving.

By this time all the sounds in the building had died down, but I'm sure the monster had spotted us. It lurks in the shadows somewhere, like the best hunters, watching us unnoticed. Not being able to judge its actions made me feel strongly uneasy.

I stepped back and exited the hallway. I didn't dare to turn my head for fear that I would inadvertently take my life from a monster. It's only the second floor, and it can jump over the fence, or it can jump up, maybe it's hanging upside down on the other side of the ground, waiting for me to be careless.

Sticking to the wall next to the staircase, I tilted my head slightly to look at Tomie, who was also leaning against the wall, and shook my head. She glanced down the staircase, then quickly retracted, shaking her head in the same way.

She held out two fingers and pressed them down the staircase.

She meant to go down there.

I had the same idea. Unlike the ghost dog, the monster doesn't seem to be invisible this time, and the wide courtyard at least has room to move and dodge compared to the barricade stairway.

At this point, I feel a little cocooned, but who knows what type of monster I'll encounter? If traps and barricades had not been set up in the building, it would not have been possible to grasp its movements in the first place.

Tomie motioned for me to stop where I was, picked up an empty can from the ground, and threw it at the bottom of the stairs.

Empty cans bounce, roll down, and clang.

I leaned out a little bit, and through the handrail of the staircase, I could see where the zigzag staircase folded.

The monster was alarmed, and a black shadow flashed. I breathed a sigh of relief, this was still a monster whose instincts were stronger than intelligence.

It rushed quickly, and only a bloated silhouette could be seen in the dark veil of nightshadow, which almost filled the entire stairway.

With such a large volume, there is no possibility of missing at all.

Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and the strong recoil slapped on my shoulder. The bolt struck the shadow with a dull pop.

There was no need to observe its injuries, so I retreated back into the wall and mounted a second bolt.

Probably not hurt, but the attack provoked the monster, and it screamed. With such a heavy and bloated physique, the voice is as thin and sharp as a woman's, which is really uncomfortable.

Tomie jumped out of the way as I retracted. With an axe in both hands, he stood in the middle of the staircase.

I couldn't care what she was going to do, the bolt had just been inserted into the rail, and the monster was screaming with rage as quickly as it approached. Before I could react, Tomie let out a loud shout and swung his axe, colliding with the monster that pounced.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures flew out of the hallway.

Less than five meters high, there was a dull sound of touching the ground downstairs. I galloped to the railing, the two figures tangled together, the petite but nimble figure flipped onto the massive body, like a cowboy with only two legs to stabilize the body, raised the axe with both hands, and slashed its back with all its strength.

It wasn't until the fourth blow that the blade of the axe broke through the tough skin. Probably slashed at some vital part, and blood poured down on her like a fountain. The monster jerked in pain, and Tomie almost fell.

My heart almost rose to my throat, and I kept aiming at it with my crosshairs, but I didn't dare to pull the trigger for fear of hitting Tomie.

Only then did I see the appearance of the monster.

It's the same quadruped, but in reality there is no species like it. There is no tail, the body is an inverted triangle, the chest is strong, and the waist is violently contracted, like the body of those exaggerated proportions of the muscular people in the comics. The head has no eyes, but a one-foot-long horn grows, and the crocodile-like protruding mouth is inverted with two exposed fangs.

The neck is not long, similar to that of a human, and at this time Tomie was cut open and fleshy, and it seems that bones can be seen.

The monster slammed into the fountain like a gust of wind, and if it really did, Tomie riding on its back would definitely be crushed into a meatloaf. Tomie jumped down at the last moment and rolled on the lawn. The fountain rockery was suddenly knocked down, and the rubble splashed, and it fell into the pool with the monster, making a violent splashing sound.

The zombies outside the courtyard were attracted by the sound of fighting, and gradually gathered, one by one, they pounced on the iron door, and stretched out their hands to wail through Yan Shan.

Tomie is covered in blood, his clothes are close to him, outlining a hot figure, but there is no room for reverie at all. She held her axe and stared motionlessly at the pool, a horrific sight that resembled a butcher or a perverted murderer at the scene of a serial murder than a warrior.

After a pause of about a second, the moment the sound of the water began to subside, the monster suddenly lifted its body from the pool and let out a piercing scream, and the surging pool water gushed out.

Tomie not only did not waver, but roared without showing weakness, with an overwhelming momentum, making the monster's demonstration seem to turn into a struggle before dying.

"It's crazy."

I couldn't read Tomie's expression clearly, I just felt that she was losing her mind, but it was undeniable that Tomie had more power than ever before at this time.

I was worried about Tomie's change, and before she attacked, I aimed at the monster's open mouth and shot a crossbow arrow.

The monster's cortex is tough, and the first arrow shot didn't cause any trouble other than to provoke it, so this time I chose the mouth. However, the size of the targets and the distance between them are undoubtedly a test for newcomers who use a bow and crossbow for the first time. However, for some reason, the moment I pulled the trigger, I was inexplicably full of confidence in this arrow.

There is a wonderful feeling that you have made the right move at the right moment, so you can predict where the arrow will land.

A slight whistling sound, a roar that pierced both.

In the blink of an eye—

The arrows were nailed into the monster's mouth like poisonous snakes.

Its roar turned into bloody pain in the next moment.

Its head bowed in front of Tomie. Maybe it's because of the pain, but it looks like a bow.

Tomie took a step, his body tilting as if he had fallen.

He didn't fall, the first step was full of force, the turf was crushed, and then it was thrown away. Like a discharged cannonball, the speed between breaths reaches its peak.

That's not a speed that humans can reach.