Honkai Summoning.

"Of course you can. Look at that guy surnamed Su, he ran away a long time ago!" However, Guan Erdai knew that now was not the time. He suppressed his inexplicable emotions, walked over, picked up the two guns, and handed one of them to Lin Yunling.

As for that cameraman, he was certainly not as important as Lin Yunling.

Fortunately, the uncle didn't mind. He picked up the walkie-talkie, studied it for a moment, and tried to contact Su Mo.

A buzzing sound came through the camera, and the cameraman said with some surprise, "Commander Su, is that you?"

"Yes, I'm on my way back, it should take me another five to ten minutes," Su Mo's voice came through. "How are you guys doing?"

The cameraman briefly explained what had happened.

"I see. Then come over here; it'll save you some time," Su Mo said.

"Wait, is it safe over there?" Guan Erdai suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie and asked, "I heard something strange."

"You heard me? Heh—" A soft laugh came from the walkie-talkie. "After becoming a superhuman, your physical abilities will improve to some extent, but you're the first one to show it so obviously."

Guan Erdai didn't take Su Mo's praise to heart, but instead asked warily, "You want us to come over, is there any problem on your end?"

"Zizi-"

Just then, the walkie-talkie suddenly crackled with a series of static sounds, then fell completely silent.

"Damn it!" Guan Erdai cursed.

"What do we do now?" Lin Yunling asked timidly.

"We can only go forward, right? I think Commander Su is quite calm; we shouldn't encounter too much danger following him," the cameraman said.

"Let's go." Guan Erdai walked forward with a gloomy face.

His thoughts were certainly not as "simple" as the cameraman's. The communication suddenly stopped, but the terrifying monster on their side did not appear, which meant that the problem was on the other side.

However, there were only two paths before them: retreat and fall into the monster's hands, or move forward to try and survive. This was a choice they had no other option but to make.

What happened to Su Mo?

He did encounter some issues, but the problem—of course, there were no problems at all.

"This door wasn't here when I came," Su Mo thought to himself, looking at the ordinary iron door beside him that hadn't been there when he arrived.

Beside him was an ordinary, dark brown, fully enclosed iron door. There was no keyhole on the door, but it had a number 1158 on it. Other than that, there was nothing there.

Su Mo stood at the door and could faintly hear chewing sounds and a wheezing sound like a broken bellows coming from behind it, which sounded incredibly eerie.

Taking a slight step back, Su Mo raised his foot and slammed it into the iron door. The door flew through the air and crashed into the wall inside, the clanging sound particularly clear in the quiet environment.

Su Mo walked into the dark room. The room was not large, a cube about five meters long, wide and high. There was no furniture or decoration inside, it was completely empty.

There was only one long-haired woman in a skirt squatting in the corner, her body swaying slightly, and the sound of chewing was coming from there.

Hearing the sound of the iron gate slamming, the body paused for a moment, then slowly turned around after a few seconds, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, delicate eyebrows, and a fair forehead.

This is a woman wearing a white mask. She slowly stood up; she has a slender figure and is in no way inferior to the beauties in street photos. Of course, she could also be unattractive, since the mask covers the lower half of her face.

However, judging from the upper half of her face that is visible, she is more likely to be a beautiful woman.

"Who are you?" the woman asked, her voice hoarse and slightly slurred, her pronunciation unclear.

"And who are you?" Su Mo tilted his head and looked at the ground behind the woman. What was she eating here just now? However, all he could see was darkness, and Su Mo couldn't see anything.

"I...I was just passing by." The woman said in a somewhat dazed tone, walked closer to Su Mo, looked up at him with her beautiful eyes, and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Get lost with negative points! Trying to act like a beauty wearing a tattered mask? Do you think I'm some kind of old fogey?" Su Mo's answers always made people want to draw their swords.

The woman hadn't expected such a response. She paused for a moment, then asked again, "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

Chapters 112: The Nightmare of a Sister-Complex

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"I said negative points, get out."

Su Mo waved his hand, still answering with the same direct decision to draw his sword.

The woman wasn't angry and continued to ask, "If I take off my mask, will you still think I'm pretty?"

"I've never thought you were pretty," Su Mo said. "You're just forcing the conversation forward."

"Then I'll take it off." The woman ignored Su Mo's reply and continued acting out the scene as usual, reaching out to remove her mask.

It must be said that the gesture of reaching up to brush her hair aside and slightly tilting her head was indeed quite captivating. However, once most people saw her face after removing her mask, any fleeting thoughts that might have arisen in their minds would vanish instantly.

Beneath the mask was a face with delicate features, but on either side of that cherry-like mouth were two horribly upturned clefts.

She is the protagonist of the urban legend of "Urban Slit-Mouthed Woman".

"Do you still think I'm pretty?"

The woman opened her mouth and spoke; without the mask to conceal it, her hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, sounded like a wooden saw frantically sawing inside a person's head.

At the same time, Su Mo was able to see clearly what was on the ground that had been in darkness.

It was a corpse; its chest had been almost completely hollowed out.

At that moment, the woman in front of him opened her mouth, and the gash beside her widened at the same time, growing larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, her entire head was almost completely covered by that terrifying mouth. She bit directly at Su Mo's head.

If it had bitten him, it probably could have swallowed Su Mo's entire head whole.

But will Su Mo get bitten? Of course not.

Faced with that huge mouth, Su Mo took a few steps back, avoiding its bite—not out of fear, but because this thing looked so unappetizing. Su Mo could certainly smash this guy's head with a single punch.

But when blood and flesh splatter everywhere... Su Mo's clothes can automatically "protect against dust." But his face and hair can't achieve the same dust-proof effect as his clothes.

Taking a few steps back to create some distance, Su Mo pulled out a pistol from his pocket—after all, he was nominally on par with Tang Tianping, so carrying a gun was no problem for him.

Black energy swirled around his hands, forming armor. Su Mo unleashed his ability to make knights immortal with bare hands, and red patterns appeared on the black pistol.

A hand released the safety, pulled the trigger, and a shot rang out.

The bullet transformed into a streak of red light, piercing through the slit-mouthed woman's head and leaving a deep bullet hole in the wall behind her.

The knight cannot die unarmed. In addition to being able to "weaponize" almost anything, he also has the ability to increase the "Noble Phantasm level"—provided, of course, that the original level of the Noble Phantasm is not high.

Su Mo had forgotten how much a knight could raise a normal Noble Phantasm to if he didn't die unarmed, but this was no longer the world of the Holy Grail War, and there were no more Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasms.

This ability manifests as giving some less lethal "weapons" an attack power buff.

If the pistol in Su Mo's hand were to become a Noble Phantasm, it would definitely be one that increases the killing power of a knight who is not killed by hand. The power of the bullets fired now would naturally be higher.

Although it didn't achieve the effect of a sniper rifle, its power is probably no less than that of a "hand cannon" like the Desert Eagle.

However, this powerful bullet did not cause fatal damage to the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

The powerful impact caused the slit-mouthed woman to fall backward and crash to the ground. A bloody hole appeared on her head, but in less than half a second, she stood up again, opened her mouth, and charged at Su Mo once more.

Before she could take more than a few steps, Su Mo's foot landed squarely on the slit-mouthed woman's abdomen, sending her flying backward. She slid down the wall like a painting.

"It doesn't seem so easy to kill him."

Su Mo thought to himself, "I used a lot of force with that kick just now. It would have shattered a rock, let alone a flexible human body."

Instead of being killed with a single kick, the slit-mouthed woman shakily got back up and lunged at Su Mo again.

"..."

With a slight shift of his body, Su Mo easily dodged the Slit-Mouthed Woman's bite, and looked at the protagonist of this urban legend with a cold expression.

For the next minute, Su Mo and the Slit-Mouthed Woman maneuvered around the room.

"Their strength is at the level of an ordinary person, their speed is slightly faster, and their vitality is extremely strong. Even if their limbs are broken, it won't affect their mobility unless it's a catastrophic injury, similar to a zombie. The source of their power is currently unknown..."

Looking at the slit-mouthed woman in front of him, whose joints were completely crushed to powder and who could not support her body to stand, Su Mo calmly analyzed in his mind, "There is no vital organ like the heart. Although the head has been pierced, it does not affect its movement. Next... let's try to cut off its head to see if we can kill it."

With a few flicks of his fingers, the concentric chains transformed into thin threads that wrapped around the slit-mouthed woman's neck. With a twist and a pull of the sharp threads, the slit-mouthed woman's head fell to the ground.

The gaping mouth snapped shut in an instant, transforming back into the horrific wound that had appeared at the beginning.

The slit-mouthed woman's body turned into a pile of grayish-white powder the instant her head was severed.

"died?"

Su Mo approached, squatted down, and looked at the head of the slit-mouthed woman. Suddenly, the quiet head jumped up, and the slit widened into a huge mouth, biting towards Su Mo.

Su Mo waved his right hand, transforming into a black afterimage. A whistling sound came as the armored hand struck Su Mo's head.

His head exploded instantly, like a watermelon being smashed onto the ground.

Su Mo retreated hastily, but a few drops of blood inevitably stained his cheeks. His clothes, however, remained unaffected, still a deep black.

“Exceeding a certain limit of strength will lead to death, and the vital point is the head… However, ordinary ‘fatal wounds’ are ineffective.” Su Mo glanced at the room again and strode out.

The reason Su Mo didn't kill the slit-mouthed woman directly was because he clearly remembered the number 1158 on the iron gate outside the room. If this number wasn't just randomly created by a bored person, it proved that there were at least 1,157 similar rooms in this place, possibly imprisoning such monsters.

The dark, enclosed, and oppressive corridor, along with the tightly shut iron gate, undoubtedly indicated that this place was a prison where monsters were held.

"Was it built by someone, or is this prison a world in itself?"

"This time, X-waves still appeared, but it didn't feel like a huge life force to me. It seems that the X-waves were not caused by a huge life force."

"But none of that matters. What matters is how to get back to Earth. Am I supposed to wait until the next summons? And when the summons are over, will I be sent back to Earth or here?"

Su Mo felt he should find a sorcerer or something to get rid of his bad luck, but did such a sorcerer even exist now? A hundred years ago, or even earlier, there might have been a few sorcerers who could remove bad luck, but now…

"Why don't we find some time to eat some Golden Glitter? I remember that guy's luck has always been off the charts, like the Golden Rule Tycoon or something. He can't be as unlucky as me. Speaking of which, it's all my fault, so why am I still so unlucky?"

Su Mo had accepted his bad luck in the past. That piece of paper was used to devour objects similar to the condensation of the world's will to complete itself. It was normal for him to be vaguely rejected by the world and suffer bad luck.

But even though it's all "his own paper" now, he's still so unlucky, being thrown into this wretched place, which makes Su Mo very disappointed.

Stepping out of the room, lost in thought about all these random things, Su Mo quickly headed back the way he came. There was only one path, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.

After running for about a few minutes, he heard very hurried footsteps in front of him, and Guan Erdai and his group came into Su Mo's sight.

Immediately following, a voice, tinged with a hint of caution and one that made one want to answer and show tenderness, reached Su Mo's ears: "Do you have a younger sister?"

"Is this the thing you were talking about that wants to be someone's sister?" Su Mo asked.

Upon seeing Su Mo, Lin Yunling immediately shouted, "Don't answer her! You absolutely mustn't answer her!"

The three of them had heard this question several times already. If they didn't answer it, they wouldn't be bothered... or rather, they wouldn't be bothered immediately.

However, every time this monster spoke, it made people involuntarily want to answer her questions; being able to resist even once was almost the limit. Lin Yunling, on the other hand, seemed to be able to restrain the urge to answer because she was a woman, and could even call out to Su Mo.