My Monster Fuses Everything

Wu Guang and Zhu Xiong stood up together, just as they were about to see him out of the room, they only made it to the entrance hall.

Zhu Xiong stopped him, "We should go separately. If someone sees us accidentally, I'm afraid they might misunderstand."

Wu Guang was startled, then laughed and said, "Old Zhu considers everything. You go first then."

What Wu Guang didn't expect was that as soon as Zhu Xiong left the room, he went straight from the third floor to the first floor and directly to Su Han's house.

He knocked on the door, and soon Meiyu opened it. She and Gan Xinglei had been waiting there already.

"Come in first, Su Han is in the living room."

Zhu Xiong nodded, and after entering, he shut the door tight before heading to the living room.

He plopped down on the sofa, and sitting opposite him was Su Han, with Gan Xinglei and Yan Meiyu sitting on the sofa to the left.

Su Han asked, "How are things, Old Zhu?"

"They want me to stab you with a knife."

Su Han: ?

He was completely baffled when Zhu Xiong slowly explained, "That bastard, as soon as he heard I'd gotten the secret from me, he planned to make a move on you. It's scheduled for tonight. Lure you up to the seventh floor first, then I'm supposed to secretly stab you, preventing you from commanding the Four-armed Corpse and limiting its effectiveness.

Then they'll use gasoline against your Four-armed Corpse and burn it to ash. This bastard is much more sinister than we thought."

Su Han snorted, laughing coldly, "It's good that he's sneaky. Without it, I wouldn't know how to hit him hard."

Gan Xinglei asked, "So what's our plan for tonight?"

"Counter their scheme. Tonight, we go to the seventh floor first, and then we wait for them."

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Time ticked away, and the sky outside the window grew gradually darker.

The atmosphere in Building 7's gathering point was still somber. By evening, a few people huddled together in the lobby on the first floor to light a fire and quickly made dinner before hastening back to their rooms.

The gradual scarcity of supplies made even food a sore point, and though it had not yet caused a scramble, the burning gazes made people instinctively afraid, avoiding them subconsciously.

Moreover, with the fog spreading, the weather also transformed slightly, as if moving from the height of summer to deep autumn, and the night air carried a bit of chill, quite uncomfortable. Thus no one stayed outside their rooms, and this silence became exceptionally profound in Building 7 after nightfall.

As time passed, the entire district grew darker, and soon it was midnight. A soft click echoed down the hallway on the third floor as a door slowly opened.

Then, a rustling sound emerged from the darkness, as He Fang and his group with weapons in hand quietly made their way toward the seventh floor.

The leader, He Fang, held a sharp, pointed steel pipe a meter long in his hand, not only good for swinging at people, but its sharp end could stab through a person and leave a hole as if it were a spearhead.

The others carried similar weapons, either shiny bone-chopping knives or equally sturdy steel pipes.

Contrary to everyone else, the one lagging behind, Wu Guang, was different.

In his hands, he carried a metal gasoline can, its dark green surface painted black in the dim yellow desk lamp light, marked with "20L," and indeed filled with gasoline.

He carried a jet-black backpack on his shoulders, which made a clinging sound of glass bottles colliding as he moved – it was packed with makeshift Molotov cocktails they had fashioned.

The craft of creating them wasn't anything special, but they could burn a person to death.

The group reached the seventh floor and stood in the corridor. He Fang instructed, "In a moment, Su Hao and Chen Jun, hide in the room that used to be Gan Xinglei's. Wu Guang and I will hide in Su Han's room, and Li Zijun, you two find a room near the stairs to hide in. Once Su Han arrives, we'll surround him. Got it?"

"Got it, Brother Fang. Don't worry."

He Fang kept going over his plan. The reason for choosing the seventh floor was because it was originally where Su Han and the others lived.

In this familiar place, should a monster invasion happen, Su Han would surely pay more attention, and he definitely wouldn't expect an ambush there, especially one coming from his own room.

'That ring will soon be mine.'

He Fang felt a surge of excitement in his heart; all of his scheming was about to pay off.

They all summoned their Angel Envoys by their side, not daring to take their ambush against Su Han and his group lightly.

"Wu Guang, take out your Molotov cocktails and divide them; everyone gets some. Be careful not to burn yourselves," He Fang said.

In the corridor, Wu Guang opened the backpack slung on his back, revealing the Molotov cocktails inside.

Big bottles, small bottles, all kinds of glass jars were filled, mostly with beer bottles.

The Molotov cocktail was filled halfway with gasoline, and a strip of cloth was stuffed into the bottleneck, leaving about half of it exposed for lighting.

The pungent smell of gasoline made He Fang frown with concern, worried that Su Han, who was rushing over, would notice something amiss.

But it was too late to worry now. The Molotov cocktail was the best weapon against the Four-armed Corpse, and he couldn't afford to abandon it, so he could only urge the others to hurry up.

After distributing the Molotov cocktails, everyone quickly headed to the rooms they were hiding in, as previously instructed.

Each person was gripping a weapon tightly, and the Angel Envoy Corpse following them felt uneasy as well.

All the rooms on the seventh floor, except for Su Han's, were practically doorless, as Su Han had stripped them for metal when he needed it, which made things easier for He Fang and the others.

Chen Jun reached Gan Xinglei's former room; he had just entered and hadn't moved from the vestibule to the living room to hide when his peripheral vision suddenly caught a shadow in the darkness.

What in the world!

Startled, he instinctively aimed the table lamp at that spot, but the shadow abruptly moved, pouncing at him and knocking him heavily to the ground.

"A monster, help...."

He couldn't finish crying for help when a fist landed heavily on his face, dazing him and muffling his speech.

"Chen Jun!"

Su Hao panicked and immediately tried to command his Angel Envoy Corpse to go rescue him.

However, in the darkness, it wasn't just his Angel Envoy Corpse present. A large, dark rat shadow burst out from above the hallway cabinet, landing directly on him, its sharp claws piercing his neck and gripping tightly onto his flesh.

"Don't move, or both of you will die."

In the gloomy vestibule, Yan Meiyu and Gan Xinglei's figures suddenly appeared.

They were holding weapons, with the sharp edges already aimed at their throats.

Chen Jun went pale, immediately realizing what had happened—they had been ambushed in return.

Li Zijun and his companion met a similar fate on the other side; as they just stepped into the vestibule, Li Zijun's head was struck hard.

With a clang, seeing stars, a steel pipe cracked his head open, and blood flowed out, causing him to collapse on the spot, unable to rise.

The man following him was too stunned to react before another shadow tackled him, choking his neck tightly and leaving him almost breathless, his face turning a ghastly purple as he was thoroughly subdued.

Although their Angel Envoy Corpse was not far behind them and was just about to command a rescue,

The shadowy figure in the darkness said coldly, "Tell them not to move, or you'll die." The blade's edge broke Li Zijun's skin, and the pain, along with the blood flowing, incited extreme fear in him.

"No, we won't move; don't be hasty, brother."

Li Zijun recognized the attacker—it was Zhu Xiong, who had come looking for He Fang just the other day.

Elsewhere in the corridor, He Fang, who hadn't yet broken into the room, suddenly changed color. He heard the commotion and shouted, "What's happened?!"

But neither Chen Jun nor Li Zijun nor any of their four companions answered, and fear instantly surged through He Fang's heart.

Panicked, he headed to check on Chen Jun's room to find out what had happened.

But behind him, Su Han's room door clicked open. Frightened, he spun around to see a towering figure emerge slowly from inside, each step heavy and resonating.

Dim, flickering light revealed the figure, and his face drained of color.

Because he saw four massive, ferocious arms—the monster was indeed the Four-armed Corpse.

He Fang cried out in disbelief, "You, how are you here?"

"Wasn't it you who called me here? Then you want to burn me to a crisp here, right?"

He Fang shuddered, terror spreading within him as he guessed the answer. His eyes bulged, veins popped, and his voice turned hoarse and low, "Zhu Xiong was sent by you! You despicable man, you want to kill us all to become the boss here."

As he spoke, Chen Jun and Li Zijun were led out by Yan Meiyu, Gan Xinglei, and Zhu Xiong from their respective rooms.

The Angel Envoy Corpses followed closely beside them but dared not make any move.

Seeing this scene, He Fang felt his heart sink to the pits. He knew he was finished.

He was completely outplayed by the despicable Su Han.

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