Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 657 The Big One is Coming!

Beside the campfire, Zhan Lan, who had been concentrating with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her clear gaze sharply fixed on the side of the forest!
Her mental power was like an invisible net, clearly capturing an extremely rich, primal, and violent aura that was rapidly approaching!

Fang Yu nonchalantly popped a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it, then quickly gave her a wink: 'Stay calm, don't make a sound! Let it come over; according to the script, it's time for our performance.'

Boom boom boom!
A heavy, rhythmic knocking sounded suddenly, not a rapid pounding, but more like the thumping of heavy knuckles. The sound was particularly loud in the suddenly quiet wooden house!

Everyone froze, their eyes snapping to the wooden door with peeling paint.

Fang Yu grinned, gesturing to Zhao Yingkong, "Go, open the door. Make it look convincing."

Zhao Yingkong silently stood up, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, ready to draw the Netherfire Fang at any moment.

She walked to the door, and without the slightest hesitation, she yanked it open!
A tall figure stood outside the door!

He wore a dirty cowboy hat with the brim pulled down so low that it almost covered the upper half of his face, leaving only the lower half of his face, with its hard lines and thick stubble.

His mouth stretched into a strange arc, revealing a set of gleaming white, especially sharp canine teeth, and a strong, nauseating smell of furry wild beast wafted over.

"Hehe." A hoarse, deep voice rang out, carrying the playful tone of a predator. "It's so cold outside. Kind passerby, could you let me in? I'd like a drink to warm myself up?" Crimson light flickered in and out of the shadow of his hat brim, locking onto everyone inside, his gaze as if he were eyeing meat on a chopping board.

Zhao Yingkong didn't turn around, but asked in a cold voice, "Captain?"

"Hmm." Fang Yu responded casually, as if he couldn't sense the surging, menacing aura outside the door at all.

He even picked up the bottle, took a swig, waved it towards the door, flashed his signature smirk, and lazily said, "Alright, come on in. It's awfully cold outside. Let's all have some fun together!"

"Hahahaha!" A deafening burst of laughter erupted in the monitoring room!

The fat man was so excited he was spitting as he waved his electronic tablet: "Yes! I knew these idiots would agree! The rules are in place! The werewolf needs an invitation to cross the house boundary, and now it's in! These idiots' time to die has come! A great start! My money! All my money, hahaha! Get ready to be disemboweled, you idiots!"

Almost everyone cheered and jumped for joy, as if they could already see the bloody slaughter.

Only Lilith, the freckled girl in the corner, looked bitterly at the lonely "Reject" option on her betting plate, shook her head, and resignedly watched as a stack of money was swiped away.

The moment the "person" wearing a cowboy hat stepped over the threshold and into the house, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile almost burst forth on its face.

however--

"Buzz!"

An invisible, unimaginable pressure suddenly descended!

This oppressive force is not directed at physical space, but directly crushes the very essence of the soul!

The werewolf's steps froze on the spot! Its scarlet wolf eyes, hidden beneath its hat brim, contracted violently, the pupils shrinking to pinpoints!
Because the moment it stepped into this "safe house," its eyes met those of the man sitting by the fire, a lazy smile on his lips.

At that moment, those human eyes seemed to transform into a vast and boundless abyss of the universe!

In his deep blue pupils, strange radiating patterns suddenly lit up! It was as if countless stars were revolving, being born and dying!
"Ugh—?!" A piercing scream, filled with terror and extreme fear, as if its throat had been squeezed, burst from the depths of its throat!

The scene before its eyes spun completely! The cozy little cabin vanished, and the fireplace glow transformed into the raging flames of purgatory!

The image of ordinary people sitting around the fire instantly distorted and collapsed!
The man who had invited him grew infinitely taller, as if he had transformed into a god or demon sitting on a throne!
Behind those gods and demons were countless demon hunters, their numbers blotting out the sky—Van Helsing!

Van Helsings everywhere! My God!
They wielded ancient, repeating silver crossbows, the bolts gleaming with holy light that could destroy all filth! The cold arrowheads were locked firmly onto this lowly demonic wolf!

There's nowhere to escape! Death is inevitable!

"Awooo—!!!" A shrill, distorted scream, completely belonging to a wild beast, rang out! The tall werewolf was thrown backward like a monkey whose buttocks had been branded with a hot iron!
It crashed against the doorframe with a loud bang, then turned into a blur without looking back, tail between its legs, leaving a trail of dust and whimpers of lingering fear. It darted into the dark depths of the jungle at ten times the speed it had come, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if the most terrifying predator was chasing after it.

The cabin was quiet, save for the crackling of the firewood burning in the fireplace. Inside the monitoring room...

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"What the fuck?!"

The deafening cheers came to an abrupt halt, like a duck being choked.

Everyone, including the fat man who had been ecstatic just seconds before, was frozen in place, their eyes wide and mouths agape, staring blankly at the "werewolf" signal point on the main screen as it fled in a disheveled state and finally disappeared.

The celebratory act of dividing the winnings from the betting froze completely, and the entire massive monitoring room fell into an eerie silence.
The deathly silence in the monitoring room lasted only a moment.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" The fat man who was ecstatically counting money just seconds ago was the first to react. His face turned red, and like a fat pig whose tail had been stepped on, he slammed his fist on the control panel!

Pointing at the vanished werewolf signal on the screen, he roared at the other equally stunned staff members, spitting as he spoke: "Is this werewolf sick? What is it doing?"

A buzz of discussion filled the monitoring room, a mix of disappointment and disbelief permeating the atmosphere.

The fat man shoved his chair back and stood up abruptly, his entire body trembling with anger. But then something occurred to him, and a fierce glint flashed in his beady eyes. He yelled again in his hoarse voice, "It's okay! Don't be discouraged, you bastard! We still have a whole warehouse of 'little cuties' lined up waiting to make their appearance! Plenty of stuff to tear them to shreds!"

His greasy fingers tapped furiously on the touchscreen: "Quick! Unlock that damn lock in the basement! Lure those idiots down there! Now!"

The operators snapped out of their daze and immediately began typing on the complex control panel to execute commands.

"Bet! Bet! Keep betting!"

On the other side, inside a gloomy and damp cabin in the woods.

Zhan Lan sat cautiously on a wooden barrel piled with miscellaneous items, intently monitoring the mental fluctuations outside the house.

Suddenly—thump! A sharp and clear thud came from under the floor directly behind the wooden tub she was sitting on!

The sound was unusually jarring in the deathly silent cabin, instantly drawing everyone's attention. A small, cleverly disguised section of the floor seemed to have been partially raised by some ingenious internal mechanism, revealing the outline of a metal latch that gleamed with a faint, cold light.

A glint of light flashed in Fang Yu's eyes.

The script is here!

He perfectly captured the essence of the typical big, reckless, and foolish character often found in horror films.

His face instantly lit up with the excited expression of a brute who had "discovered a treasure," completely oblivious to the danger.

He looked around, his gaze settling precisely on a heavy logging axe lying in the corner.

"A lock?" Fang Yu grinned, a look of disdain that suggested he'd seen through a child's trick, and strode forward. "You think a broken lock can block my way?"

He bent down and scooped up the gleaming axe, weighed it in his hand, and gripped the handle with both hands. "Get out of the way, watch this!" Before he finished speaking, he had already charged up.

"Drink!"

With a fierce shout, he channeled his strength into both arms! The heavy, sharp axe blade, accompanied by a fierce wind, slashed viciously at the seemingly sturdy lock!
Crack! Clang! The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing was accompanied by a crisp breaking sound!
Sparks flew everywhere! The meticulously designed metal lock was smashed open by this simple and brutal axe blow, and shattered parts flew everywhere!

The entrance to the cabin's basement—a heavy trapdoor with obvious hinge marks—was fully exposed, revealing a bottomless darkness and an indescribable aura of dust, mold, and a deeper, more sinister presence.

Everybody knows.

The big one is coming.
(End of this chapter)