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Wuchang Ghost stealthily approached Scar Monkey, locking eyes with him through a small opening.
His typically indifferent gaze was now bloodshot, radiating a frenzied and terrifying aura.
He extended his long tongue and playfully licked the corner of his lips, reminiscent of T-Bag from "Prison Break," exuding an air of danger.
The sharp Razor glinted in the sunlight, flashing and dazzling Scar Monkey's eyes.
Wuchang Ghost raised the knife, inching closer to Scar Monkey with each step.
Despair washed over Scar Monkey as he thought to himself that this was it; he was likely to add a new scar to his neck!
However, Wuchang Ghost merely used the knife to lightly flick away his quick-dry shirt.
In that instant, Scar Monkey quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep.
He anxiously listened to Wuchang Ghost's rapid breathing beside him, feeling the Razor gently graze against his Adam's apple. The chill seemed to penetrate straight into his bones.
Not being able to see anything made the situation even more terrifying. Scar Monkey summoned all his courage, striving to keep his breathing steady, trying not to move his throat up and down. He even forced out a few low murmurs of sleep, attempting to enhance the authenticity of his pretense.
Suddenly, Wuchang Ghost spoke in a deep, ominous voice: "Stop pretending; you’re definitely not asleep. I saw you spill quite a bit just now."
Scar Monkey kept his eyes closed, maintaining the facade of slumber, even managing to produce soft snoring sounds.
The Razor pressed against his cheekbone, slowly gliding along.
Suddenly, Wuchang Ghost applied more force, and the Razor stabbed down!
Scar Monkey gritted his teeth against the pain, merely twitching his facial muscles. He swatted at it as if trying to chase away a mosquito, then turned over, snoring even louder, seemingly in a deeper sleep than before.
Wuchang Ghost withdrew the Razor, gently brushing off a few drops of blood from the tip, and disdainfully remarked, "Tch, what a bore. Your alcohol tolerance is pathetic; just this little bit of Medicinal Wine knocked you out. But if I find out you saw something you shouldn’t have in the woods earlier, I’ll come back and deal with you."
In response, only Scar Monkey's increasingly loud snoring filled the air.
The footsteps faded away into the distance until they were gone.
Scar Monkey struggled to suppress the panic rising within him, forcing himself to calm down as he tried to control his racing heart. He cautiously opened his eyes a crack.
He saw Wuchang Ghost's dark figure gradually disappearing into the dense forest.
He had returned.
At that moment, Scar Monkey felt utterly drained, as if all his strength had been siphoned away. He forced himself to remain calm, trying to recall the strange events from last night until now in an attempt to make sense of it all.
However, his mind felt as though it were bound by an unbreakable curse; pain and exhaustion intertwined, rendering his thoughts like a trapped beast in a cage—unable to move or think clearly.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with the warm midday sun casting gentle rays upon him. Ultimately, the medicinal effects overcame Scar Monkey's long-standing resistance. He could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
Before falling asleep, the last image that flashed through his mind was of several companions lying on the lawn, defenseless and sprawled out in disarray.
If the Wuchang Ghost returned while they were still asleep, would something terrifying happen?
This was the final thought of Scar Monkey before he drifted into slumber.
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