157: Chapter 157 The Second Artist

With just a 1% transfer of damage, Couple Woman's knees went weak, and she instantly collapsed to the ground.

It felt like having a dagger plunged into her leg, a stabbing pain that reached deep into the bone marrow!

She stood up shakily, hoisted Boyfriend onto her back, and desperately chased after the silhouettes of Chen Mo and the others.

However, their physical condition was weakening, while Chen Mo and his group were moving faster and faster, causing the distance between the two parties to grow ever wider.

"Stop running! Please, let me cut off your heads."

"I need to complete my artwork. I want to kill; I must kill you all!" The Artist's shouts came from behind.

The couple dared not look back and could only run for their lives.

Chen Mo glanced back.

He saw The Artist leap from where he stood, gripping his machete, his tongue licking his own lips.

From this angle, in just another second, both Boyfriend and Couple Woman would have their throats slit.

However, just as the blade was about to strike them, The Artist's pupils constricted.

He suddenly stopped his movements, crouched on the ground clutching his head, his whole body trembling violently.

It was as if an ordinary person had encountered a malevolent ghost searching everywhere for their trail.

He crouched on the ground, swaying, instantly turning into a wax figure, and then, with vigorous strides, retreated into the darkness to the side.

The couple felt the cold sensation hanging behind their necks vanish and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They turned back shakily, only to see that The Artist had already disappeared.

Looking down at the watch on their wrist, they realized it was 1:00 AM; the ghost had been chasing them for a full 10 minutes.

Although it was only 10 minutes, it felt as long as a century.

Any hesitation for even a second could have cost them their lives.

"Great! Darling, we can survive!"

"We're still alive! We're still alive!" The two wept with joy and embraced tightly.

Chen Mo signaled for the others to move ahead; from here on, they just needed to go straight to return to the Dormitory.

Walking behind the curtains of the open gatehouse, Chen Mo stepped inside, then emerged from the rooftop in the distance where a flag was planted.

Crouching behind the stone wall, he waved his hand, sensing the direction The Artist was moving.

Five shadow cards were still stuck in the target, and it seemed the target couldn't remove them with brute force.

Chen Mo could clearly sense the target's path in his mind.

Sure enough, it was running in the direction of the church.

So, the demon sculpture Chen Mo had seen earlier, the one that was missing, represented this The Artist.

Once it hit 1:00 AM, the target had to turn back into a sculpture?

What about the other demon sculpture?

Chen Mo had his doubts, which was why he stopped to continue observing.

Boyfriend tried to pull out the shadow cards from his leg, but found he couldn't; instead, the moment he tried to remove them, the pain intensified.

"When we get back later, we should ask that kid Chen Mo to help you remove the cards first."

"Otherwise, if this continues, you'll bleed to death," Couple Woman reminded him.

Boyfriend nodded and sighed, "That's all we can do."

"I really didn't expect that kid to have so many trump cards."

"Once he takes the cards out, I will definitely kill him in tomorrow's Demon Game."

"I think we shouldn't. He's quite capable; we might as well stick with him. Right now, just surviving and getting out of here is enough," Couple Woman advised.

"He has many tricks up his sleeve, and his execution is better than that Forbidden Young Master's. He really is more suitable for the role of team leader," Boyfriend said, feeling relieved.

In the Thriller Game, the most important thing is survival.

And choosing a suitable leader can maximize the chances of survival.

Humans are social animals and naturally gravitate toward the strong.

The two stood up shakily, supporting each other, and headed toward the Dormitory.

They thought everything had ended just like that!

Chen Mo was also secretly following their footsteps from the rooftop.

In the distance stood a wax figure of a Doberman-headed Monster; when the two passed by this wax figure, they still felt lingering fear.

Because it was holding a shotgun in its hand; it seemed... this wax gun was made quite realistically.

"Old Tom, give me back my head!"

Just as the two were about to fully exit the block.

An old man's wax figure suddenly ran out in front, carrying the head of a young man, as excited as when the Shoe Ghost took someone else's feet.

It ran fast while swinging the head, as if showing off its trophy.

Seeing this, Chen Mo secretly cried out in alarm.

The ghost is back!

Did the couple not know the signs that preceded the ghost's arrival each time?

They only knew that while these wax figures would block the way, they were merely hallucinations; this was something Chen Mo had told them.

The Doberman-headed Monster in front also began to walk, blocking the center of the road.

Boyfriend was furious at the sight of the wax figure and, without a word, punched the Doberman-headed Monster in the face.

Although his fist hurt, he needed a point of release.

At this moment, Chen Mo had retreated to an absolutely safe location.

For normal wax figures, if the mark in the center of the forehead is hit or destroyed, they return to a static state.

The couple also assumed this Doberman-headed Monster was the same.

However, to their surprise, after the mark on the Doberman-headed Monster's forehead was hit, red light surged from its pupils instead.

Then, a terrifying scene was reflected in Chen Mo's pupils.

The wax figure of the Doberman-headed Monster opened its mouth, smiled, and said one sentence.

"Hehehe, artwork."

It raised the shotgun it was holding, pressed it against Boyfriend's abdomen, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The sound of the gunshot shattered the silence of the town.

Boyfriend looked at the Doberman-headed Monster in front of him in shock, his body swaying and stumbling a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

Fresh blood flowed from the large hole in his abdomen, and under the moonlight, it seemed like a fountain of blood born from thin air.

His face turned deathly pale instantly; his mouth opened, and after a few twitches, he stopped breathing.

Couple Woman was so terrified that she instantly collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, the Doberman-headed Monster's face also changed, twisting and deforming into a man with disheveled hair.

He was 1.8 meters tall and, compared to the previous The Artist, his body was much sturdier.

He leaned down, sniffed the large hole in Boyfriend's abdomen, and raised his neck to lick his lips.

"Hahaha, a new artwork is born!"

"Looking at you two, are you a couple?"

"Should I make you two into wax figures together? Make a pair of conjoined wax figures? Or... cut off all your arms and attach them to his limbs."

"Or I could do this: put both of your heads on one neck."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Right! But that's all for later. I need to wash you clean first and shave off all the hair on your body. Let's go, come home with me!"

"The remaining players should have all escaped back to the Dormitory; I can only deal with you two for now."

As he spoke, The Artist grabbed Couple Woman by her hair and dragged her and Boyfriend's corpse toward some dark place.