Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 78 One Mountain Cannot Hold Two Tigers

Ye Jianguo felt that his lungs had probably been ruptured, and every breath he took had a sweet, metallic taste of blood.

Chen Hua and he supported each other, dragging their crippled bodies as they ran wildly toward the village entrance.

"Team Leader Ye, where are we going for this strategic retreat?" Chen Hua's hand, with two fingers broken, was still dripping blood, and his lips were white with pain.

"At the village entrance, the vast world awaits, offering boundless opportunities." Ye Jianguo gritted his teeth, cold sweat mingling with blood streaming down his forehead. "Once we leave the village and cross the back mountain, we can't possibly chase them all the way to the other side, can we?"

The two of them rushed out of the last alley with all their might, and the old locust tree covered with white banners was right in front of them.

Before they could catch their breath, a bewitching red wind swept up from the darkness ahead.

Two figures, like out-of-control cannonballs, crashed head-on, leaving billowing dust behind them.

"Get out of the way!" Da Lu's shrill scream pierced the night sky.

Ye Jianguo looked closely and almost bit off his own tongue.

Adan was running in the lead.

But is this really Adan?

This young man, who always had a seemingly honest smile but was actually full of wicked schemes, was now wearing a blood-red dress that fluttered in the wind. His originally short hair had grown wildly to his waist. He tiptoed across the gravel road with a seductive posture.

As he dragged along, Da Lu kept looking back, his fat face filled with despair for the world.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled violently, and from the darkness behind Lu Dan and Da Lu, a mountain of flesh made up of countless pale limbs roared and charged forward.

There were wolves in front, tigers behind, and four pitiful fools sandwiched in the middle.

Ye Jianguo looked at the Frankenstein monster, which was taller than his own building.

At that moment, the veteran cadre almost broke down.

"Comrade Lu Dan, what kind of huge illegal building did you build?"

Lu Dan in the red dress had no time to pay attention to Ye Jianguo's sense of humor.

"Take them with you, quick!" Lu Danyuan's consciousness roared wildly deep within his mind, "Don't just think about running away yourself, those are my teammates!"

"Ugh, what a hassle!"

Lu Dan in the red dress let out a charming yet impatient snort, her scarlet eyes sweeping over the few remaining defeated soldiers in front of her.

The next second, several thick black wisps shot out from behind her like tentacles, violently wrapping around Ye Jianguo and Chen Hua's waists.

With a light touch of her toes, she rose from the ground like a red ghost, dragging three people directly into the air.

Ye Jianguo felt as if his stomach had been squeezed hard, and he was hanging in the air like a sausage.

The wind rushed into his mouth, silencing the words he was about to say.

"Adan, what's wrong with you?" Chen Hua shouted despite the excruciating pain.

She looked at the figure in the red dress fluttering in the wind, and found it unsettling no matter how she looked at it.

"Giggle giggle giggle!"

Her response was a sharp, maniacal female laugh.

Lu Dan in the red dress didn't even turn his head; he just wanted to get rid of these few burdens in his hands as soon as possible.

"Don't ask, Sister Chen." Da Lu hung beside him. "Brother Adan is also caught in a bind now. This is his 'relative.' As for that big guy in the back—"

Da Lu pointed to the massive, still rampaging mass below, "This is a major discovery in our 'census work.' Now we need to take this illegal assembly to the leaders and have them conduct an internal cleanup."

Ye Jianguo instantly grasped the battle plan: using one enemy to devour another—a brilliant strategy.

But isn't this tiger a bit too big?

As they spoke, the group was brought to the airspace above Lu Dan's dilapidated courtyard.

"Get out!"

As Lu Dan in the red dress loosened her grip, the black aura dissipated, and the three of them tumbled onto the haystack in the yard.

"Ouch!"

Ye Jianguo's back twitched, but he quickly got up and looked warily into the air.

Without pausing, Lu Dan in the red dress drew an elegant arc in the air, her red dress billowing as she flew straight toward the center of the village.

"Come on, big guy!"

A seductive female voice echoed through the night sky, carrying a strong sense of provocation.

"There's something even better here."

On the ground, the not-so-intelligent Stitched-together monster was indeed attracted. It spewed out a turbid breath from its huge neck, took a huge step, turned around with a rumble, and chased after the red figure with its eyes fixed on it.

Houses along the way were smashed to pieces like paper, and countless villagers hiding inside were trampled into mincemeat before they could even react.

On the other side, the headless white jade god who had just finished enjoying the village chief's food was clearly also enraged by the huge commotion.

On its own turf, there is such an ugly, filthy Frankenstein's monster running rampant.

This intense, homogeneous, yet chaotic aura was practically a direct challenge to His divinity.

The ghost villagers who were scrambling for the blood mud stopped what they were doing. As if sensing something, they retreated to the sides in terror, and some even climbed onto the rooftops.

Clearly, this kind of battle of the gods is not the first time in the history of Shuangshan Village.

The red-skirted Lu Dan lured the mountain of flesh to an open area in the center of the village. Then, with a sudden stop in mid-air, her figure instantly rose high, hovering directly above the battlefield.

Below, the two colossal figures finally faced each other. On one side was a three- or four-story-tall, fleshy, stitched-together monster covered in arms and legs, while on the other side was a slender, white-clad, and imposing headless god.

"roar!"

The Flesh Mountain Stitches-on monster struck first, its countless hands simultaneously pulling up a mud-brick house from the side and smashing it hard against the headless white-robed god.

"boom!"

The earthen house exploded a few meters in front of the white-robed god, only to be shattered by an invisible wall of energy.

Although it had no head, Lu Dan swore he could read deep disdain from the white-robed, headless god's bald neck.

The headless god in white robes waved his sleeves, and the two originally straight sleeves instantly grew larger, transforming into two giant white pythons that swiftly coiled around the thick torso of the mountain of flesh.

"die!"

The sound exploded in everyone's mind, and the white sleeves tightened wildly, digging into the rotting flesh of the mountain of flesh, from which black pus and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The mountain of flesh cried out in pain and struggled frantically, with hundreds of hands tearing at its sleeves at the same time, making a tearing sound.

It opened its enormous black hole in its neck and bit down on the shoulder of the white-clad god.

"Snap!"

Divine blood splattered, pure golden blood with a strange fragrance splashed out, corroding the ground and creating deep pits.

"They've started fighting! They've really started fighting!"

Ye Jianguo and his two companions, who were hiding behind the courtyard wall, peeked out and stared in disbelief.

The scene was more shocking than any special effects blockbuster—limbs flew everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Every time the two gods clashed, the entire village trembled.

Lu Dan, dressed in a red dress, hovered in mid-air, her red eyes fixed on the battle below.

"Not enough, push harder!"

Lu Dan's consciousness was frantically calculating: the original is still powerful, this Frankenstein's monster looks like it's about to collapse.

Sure enough, after less than five minutes of stalemate, the balance of power began to shift.

The original is the original after all. Suddenly, the white-robed, headless god's costume billowed without wind, instantly transforming into a huge white cloth that blotted out the sky, descending from the heavens and completely covering the still roaring mountain of flesh.

"receive!"

The white cloth suddenly contracted, tightly wrapping the mountain of flesh inside.

The stitched-together monster inside struggled frantically, pushing the white cloth into bizarre bulges that looked like deformed tumors.

As the white cloth tightened, the sounds inside grew quieter until finally, a muffled "plop" was heard.

The entire white cloth was instantly stained dark red.

"Splash!"

The next second, the white cloth was pulled back, and an astonishing torrent of blood and flesh poured down from mid-air, instantly engulfing half of the village.

A strong stench of blood rose into the sky, and the entire Shuangshan Village seemed to have turned into a giant pool of blood.

"We won!"

Da Lu swallowed hard, feeling a little nauseous.

Having dealt with the provocateur, the headless white-robed deity retracted his theatrical robe, his body bruised and looking somewhat disheveled.

He did not revel in the joy of victory, but slowly turned his body and locked onto the red-skirted Lu Dan who was suspended in mid-air.

Clearly, this god has not forgotten who threw that pile of garbage in His face.

"Oh no, He holds a grudge!"

Alarm bells rang in Lu Dan's mind: "Roommate, get out of here! Get out of here!"

Even without Lu Dan's reminder, the roommate in the red dress felt a terrifying pressure that could crush her.

With a flash of red light, Lu Dan turned around and rushed towards his own courtyard.

If there's one safe house in the entire script, he can only think of his own backyard.

"Where are you going?"

The headless god in white took a step and, incredibly, shrank the distance, instantly appearing less than ten meters behind Lu Dan.

A huge, pale hand slammed down.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Lu Dan felt as if the skin on his back was about to be torn apart by the palm strike.

He screamed wildly in his mind, putting in all his strength.

They were getting closer; the courtyard was right in front of them. Ye Jianguo and the others had already opened the gate and were waving anxiously.

"Whoosh!"

Lu Dan was like a red shooting star, crashing headfirst into the main hall's door.

Almost at the same instant, the giant white hand slammed down on the steps outside the threshold.

"boom!"

The steps shattered, and the shockwave knocked Lu Dan, who had just entered the house, to the ground, where he rolled several times before coming to a stop.

He was panting heavily, his red dress quickly faded back to its tattered cotton-padded jacket, his long hair shrank back, and his heels touched the ground.

Lu Dan, still shaken, looked up at the door. His pale hand stopped at the entrance, as if he wanted to reach in, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The world outside the door suddenly seemed to be paused; the flying dust stopped in mid-air, the flowing blood froze, and the headless god's frenzied posture was frozen in time.

All the colors began to fade rapidly, turning into a bleak white; space was stripped away, and time was frozen.

Lu Dan collapsed to the ground.

"Safe house, fucking safe."