Chapter 87: Transfer Card
His gaze probed outward, but he saw nothing. It was silent all around, only his own breathing sound could be heard.
It was as if the earlier noise was just their illusion. Player 7 hesitantly spoke up,
“Was it the wind blowing something?”
He asked this, but his expression was exceptionally nervous.
“This sound doesn’t seem quite like it.” Player 8, the short-haired woman, said in a uneasy tone.
As if to verify their guess, in the next second after they withdrew their gazes, bang bang—
Two more noises came, this time from the left side. Hearts instantly leaped into throats. Several people exchanged glances, fell silent, and gestured. Players 6 and 9, the male players, went down to check, while the other two watched from on the vehicle.
After the two male players got out of the car with weapons in hand, they circled from both sides intending to flank and see what things it was.
Player 6 walked to the rear of the vehicle, the earliest position where the sound appeared, and carefully checked. There were no impact marks or such on the vehicle body.
Hearing his companion’s voice just a few steps away, ready to provide support at any time, he felt much more at ease. He held a knife in one hand, slowly bent down, and looked under the vehicle.
First, car bottom parts came into view, then he looked toward the rear wheel.
Suddenly, an ugly and ferocious face appeared before his eyes. Before Player 6 could react, an electric drill covered in black filth drilled toward his eyes.
“Ahhhh!!!”
Player 6 let out a miserable roar, crimson liquid splashing out from the frantically spinning electric drill.
On the left side, Player 9, hearing the sound, paled dramatically. Just as he lifted his leg to head to the rear of the vehicle, a sharp fire axe suddenly smashed down from behind.
The blade sank into his back. Although the thick winter cotton clothes were not as easy to cut as thin ones and could block some damage, the long-handled door-breaking fire axe was too heavy, and the smashing force was fierce. His body was severely injured in an instant.
After a brief daze, a shrill, despairing scream erupted from his mouth. He only heard a strange, sinister laugh from behind; he didn’t even see the other’s appearance.
He collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to crawl up and run to the vehicle—this was his only chance to survive!
But as soon as he reached out to grab the half-open car door, a cold wind carrying a stench and bloody smell chased up from behind. Another axe came down; he could almost hear the sound of bone cracking.
“Save me, quick… save…”
Player 9 screamed, looking toward the two pale, terrified faces at the vehicle window, hoping they would pull him up.
He was chased and hacked with several axes; he couldn’t even use a healing potion and didn’t dare look back. The two on the vehicle who ran to the window upon hearing the sound saw it clearly.
Amid the splashing blood, it wore scrap, all five features squeezed into a lump, exposed skin pitted and bumpy, some parts even growing scales like dead tree bark.
Ugly to an extremely creepy degree, body shape similar to an ordinary person, but the marks left by the axe on the vehicle body showed how terrifying its strength was.
[Monster: Mutant
Has some intelligence, but compared to a normal person, not much.
(In doomsday, there are always some strange mutation directions.)
Defense not 50, attack not 30, challenge with caution.]
Seeing the information displayed on the light screen, and another mutant with Player 6—who was dragging his right eye turned into a bloody hole, left with one last breath—the two on the vehicle panicked completely, no longer daring to go down to save anyone.
“Run fast! Otherwise we’ll all die!” Player 8 faced the mutant’s bloodthirsty smile, her heart skipping a beat.
That was the gaze of looking at prey; they were next, the monster wanted them dead!
The mutant threw Player 6 down like tossing a dead dog and walked toward the car door.
Player 8, the woman, gritted her teeth, opened the car window, jumped down, and ran toward the only road ahead.
“Wait for me! Don’t leave me behind!”
Player 7, in pig liver red cotton clothes, glanced at the companion pleading for help, at the bloodied axe in the mutant’s hand, then averted his gaze and followed.
The two mutants glanced toward their escape direction, excited smiles appearing on their ferocious faces.
There was only one road here, and the endpoint was the farm.
The two players ran madly ahead, pursued by the mutants carrying their thoroughly dead prey.
Player 8, running at the very front, suddenly cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Looking down, her left foot was caught in a rusted animal trap, its sharp teeth firmly clamping her foot. Pain turned her face white; if not for the thick cold-weather clothing, this animal trap could have directly snapped her leg bone.
The mutants were about to catch up!
But the animal trap was too tight; even with her and Player 7 using all their strength, they couldn’t open it.
“No, this thing won’t open! The monster is catching up, I—I have to run!”
Player 7 was at a loss, staring in terror at his companion’s immobilized leg and the mutant swinging that fire axe, estimated at over 20 kilograms, with one hand.
Player 8 saw Player 7’s retreating movement, gritted her teeth, and took out a translucent transfer card, pressing it on her leg.
At the same time, she cried out in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead, veins bulging at her temples.
With a clank, the animal trap opened and fell to the ground; the injury on her leg transferred to her hand.
Her left hand was almost drenched in blood.
This was a transfer card, which she had painstakingly made—just this one, able to transfer injury and pain to another part of her own body.
It could only be used on herself; otherwise, she would have transferred it to the monster!
To dare enter a two-star instance, she must have some things on hand. This was her life-saving item, used up right at the start of the instance.
She had wanted to leave the small path and hide in the dense grass beside, waiting for the monster to leave before coming out, but stepped right into trouble. Player 8 thought with annoyance and heartache.
The situation was critical now, no time for delay. Enduring the intense pain, clutching her left hand, she ran with Player 7 toward the farm.
They didn’t dare enter the grass anymore—who knew if more traps were hidden inside!
On the other side.
Yu Jiang and the others followed the muddy road barely wide enough for a small car for another ten or so minutes and finally saw the farm.
Several houses stood amid a flat and expansive grassland, originally planting ground, now abandoned into this state due to years without care.
Outside the farm was a fence made of one-meter-high iron wire and wood, with mountains behind and a very large area.
From afar, the internal layout wasn’t clear, only vaguely seeing several very European-style white wooden houses, probably for the farm master to live in.
Behind were sheet metal houses and simple houses, likely for breeding, storing fodder, crops, and such.
The road they came on didn’t seem to lead to the main entrance; to get in, they had to cross the dense grassland.
Seeing the seemingly long-abandoned farm full of supplies, excitement showed on several players’ faces.
Yu Jiang slightly furrowed her brow, recalling the split, collapsed road surface on the way with laid wood and grass.
People passing wouldn’t need such trouble; clearly it was to allow wheeled things to pass.
