Chapter 322 The Little Boy

This time, Chen Yu did not hold back. With a burst of immense strength, he threw it straight ahead!

The stone spun through the air, flying toward the back of Lin Yuan's head!

But Lin Yuan stumbled, and the stone grazed his neck, hitting the door frame and shattering instantly!

"Boom!!!"

Chen Yu frowned and took a step forward. At his speed, he could catch up to Lin Yuan in under five seconds!

But just three steps into his sprint, Chen Yu kicked a hard wooden board to pieces. Debris flew everywhere, but the recoil made his body sway...

"Watch out! That board!"

Flyer's voice came from behind, a beat late. He had just been tripped by that same board.

Chen Yu forcibly steadied himself, twisted his sole against the ground, and launched himself forward again.

One in front, one behind.

Lin Yuan ran stumbling, yet every time, he was just half a step faster than Chen Yu.

A wall lamp overhead suddenly flickered out. A wire hanging from somewhere swung through the air, grazing his shoulder and nearly wrapping around his neck.

A half-open door to the side was suddenly blown by the wind, slamming toward his waist, but he dodged to the side.

Flyer watched from behind, his heart pounding: "Damn it... Is this path helping that brat?"

Red Hair also swallowed hard: "That kid is just too lucky!"

Wang Mengmeng and the other two girls were witnessing this bizarre scene for the first time.

It was as if one was the Child of Destiny, and the other was forsaken by heaven...

In the theater, the chase continued. Chen Yu stepped over a fallen chair and trod across a patch of broken Glass. Lin Yuan was less than ten meters ahead, limping and running in a miserable state.

The theater's main entrance was right ahead.

The light from outside, the light of the Amusement Park, the light of freedom.

Lin Yuan tumbled out, rolling onto the gravel road outside.

But in the very next second—

The theater's main doors slammed shut, the two alloy door panels colliding instantly.

Chen Yu stood inside the door, preparing to kick it open.

But suddenly, a chill shot straight to his scalp. Chen Yu did not dare to be careless and instantly used the golden body card.

At the same time,

A massive crater, a meter and a half wide, was blasted into the spot where Chen Yu had originally been standing!!!

"???"

Flyer took a step back: "I... holy shit..."

Red Hair's pupils also trembled as he looked at the deep crater in the ground, swallowing hard.

"Brother Chen Yu!!!"

"How could this be!!!"

"It can't be, it can't be, Chen Yu will be fine!"

Wang Mengmeng and the other two girls instantly sprang into action, rushing toward the crater, tears nearly streaming down their faces.

When the light of the golden body card dissipated,

He grabbed Wang Mengmeng by the back of her collar with his left hand, snatched Yang Kexin by the arm with his right, and scooped up Zuo Shi. The three girls were forcibly dragged back from the edge of the crater by him.

"Brother Chen Yu?"

Wang Mengmeng, caught in the wind, was stunned, feeling as if she had flown.

Yang Kexin and Zuo Shi also sighed in relief, "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."

If anyone else had faced that previous attack, they would likely have been blasted into slag.

Chen Yu did not put the three girls down until they reached the edge of the Opera Stage.

"Go in, wait for me backstage!"

Chen Yu pushed them into the passage on the side of the Opera Stage, holding the ghost mirror and scanning around.

But he found nothing.

Flyer also approached, whispering: "Hey... what was up with that crater just now? That guy Lin Yuan already ran out, we aren't going to be trapped inside, are we?"

Chen Yu shook his head and continued to wave the ghost mirror.

The energy of the previous attack was extremely exaggerated; it definitely was not something the little ghosts in the Haunted House could do.

"Patta."

"Patta."

"Patta."

Footsteps rang out.

From the Opera Stage, one step, then another.

Until a Little Boy walked out from behind the curtain.

He wore a gray short-sleeved shirt, dark blue shorts, and was barefoot. His skin was unnaturally pale. He kept his head down, his bangs covering half his face, making his expression impossible to see.

Flyer's pupils constricted: "This is... this is that kid from before!"

He suddenly remembered that back in the doll showroom, it was this Little Boy who had snatched the toy.

Chen Yu frowned.

The Little Boy in front slowly raised his head. His face was very youthful, but his eyes were pitch black, and deep within his pupils were extremely thin golden light patterns. His entire body radiated an eerie aura.

"Where is my friend?"

The Little Boy suddenly stared at them with his black pupils.

Before Chen Yu could say anything.

The Little Boy vanished instantly.

He had just been at the edge of the Opera Stage, at least twenty meters away from Flyer.

But with that one step, there were no afterimages, no transition of any kind, yet he appeared right in front of Flyer.

It was like a frame had been cut out of a movie.

Flyer's expression changed drastically, and he immediately resorted to his most familiar rhyme: "My footwork is fast as the drifting wind, my dodging is precise to the smallest degree, my turning is agile like a flying bird, my strike is faster than..."

But for some reason, the lyrics that usually flowed so smoothly stumbled at the crucial moment.

Flyer rarely made such low-level mistakes.

But the one time he did, it happened at the most fatal moment.

"Boom!!!"

A fist slammed abruptly into his chest; it looked light, without any flair or buildup.

It was just a punch.

Flyer's feet instantly left the ground. He flew horizontally across the audience seating, knocking over two rows of benches. The sound of chair legs breaking crackled, and wood splinters scattered everywhere.

"Pfft!"

Flyer spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in. He gritted his teeth: "My strength is great as a fierce tiger, my arms are strong as giant trees, I... I..."

Flyer muttered while struggling to stand, but he could not rhyme anymore; blood was choking his throat.

Red Hair witnessed all this, his face ugly: "Big Brother! Damn it!"

He rushed over to save him.

But the next second, the Little Boy had already taken another step, shrinking the distance to nothing.

Red Hair only felt a blur before his eyes; the Little Boy's face was already pressed right up to his.

Red Hair's expression tightened, and he subconsciously activated his Talent weapon.

"Dum! Dum! Dum!"

"Dum! Dum! Dum!"

The music started—it was a familiar, upbeat dance track, forming a sharp contrast with the eerie Haunted House.

"Boom!"

Red Hair died.

Flyer struggled to get up and happened to see this scene, his pupils trembling: "No... no..."

The song playing in his ears... in the car, before the apocalypse, in the past, during those countless nights spent staying up late writing songs.

"Big Brother, I wrote a track, it's perfect for an opening song, even though we haven't performed yet."

"Once we get famous, I'll play this one, it's guaranteed to bring the house down."

"Big Brother, this song you wrote is incredible, it fits my track so perfectly."

...

...

The music was still playing. Red Hair was lying on the ground, his fingers resting on the switch, but he was already dead.

Flyer stood there sluggishly, unable to believe it.

The Little Boy took a step, disappearing from where he stood and appearing directly in front of Flyer, less than half a foot away.

The pale face was reflected in Flyer's pupils,

But he did not react.

"Hum!"

But a blade of light slashed horizontally from the Little Boy's side, purple patterns dragging an arc through the air.

It was Chen Yu.

But unfortunately.

The Little Boy's body vanished the moment before the blade touched him.