Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

"..."

Chan-ki almost rolled his eyes, feeling that Angzen was just like his newbie former self.

If he hadn't spent time with the Grandmaster, maybe the too would-be thought he had outsmarted these things, needing to block the doors with chairs and furniture.

It was worth a shot. But the strength of these things was enough for them to bust through the doors and windows without delay.

So why did they allow the Zombies to scratch in the doors like cats, clawing away? All this was just to scare the living daylight out of them and, more importantly, keep them in here, preventing them from leaving.

Chan-ki was willing to bet that those stage creatures should already be in this building with them. Only the Zombies were out, surrounding the scene.

Thinking like that, Chan-ki continuously fed his eyes on his environment.

This time, the building wasn't clean like the former they entered.

No. This time, the building had a wet and moldy scent with rotted wood that badly needed to be ripped off and thrown into the fire.

F***!

Such wood was even unfit to be used for outdoor cooking.

It just looked weird and faced off a bad omen.

The furniture was also broken down. If one were to sit on them, he felt the many furniture prices would crumble, turning into ashes.

Tch.

He had heard of Ancient pieces and furniture before... But these... These were a tad bit too ancient for him.

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"What now?"Angzen's shriveled voice questioned.

What do they do?

"We prepare for the inevitable while looking for a safe way out."

"Good. Good. Yes. Yes..." Angzen bobbed his head like a chicken, following too close to Chan-Ki.

At this moment, Chan-ki was an Emperor in Angzen's mind. Whatever he said, that's whatever they would do.

​ Without Chan-ki ever, Angzen didn't even know how he would've survived this long.

A cold sweat formed on his back when thinking of it all.

Thankfully, the guy had grabbed onto him before he was thrown out the window of that house.

Very quickly, Chan-ki took out a lighter and an ordinary-looking candle from his pockets.

'...'

Why do you have this?

Angzen wanted to ask but dared not.

Could this be a life hack or a habit formed by this Chan-ki guy?

He knew people typically walked about with Lighters, whether they were smokers or not. But this was the first time he saw someone pull out a candle.

Speaking of which, the place sure was creepy.

"Let's go."

"Right!"

The duo began moving along the creepy open hallways while listening to the creaking sounds of the rotting floors.

Creak~

Angzen felt his heart hanging on a single string of thread whenever he heard the floors creak

Dear heavens! His poor heart wasn't ready for this.

Angzen shook his head pitifully.

Sigh...

One step forth, one step back.

The duo advanced cautiously along the seemingly 1-floor building.

From the outside, it indeed had no second floor, letting them know that what they saw when coming in would be what they got.

But with all the strangeness they saw today, who's to say there wasn't more to this building than meets the eyes?

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Crack!!

The duo simultaneously turned back to stare at the now open space behind them.

But though they didn't see a thing, they knew what the sound could be.

Zombies!

"What? Have they already begun cracking the door? At this rate, wouldn't we end up as Zombie food?!!!"

Sh**!

Angzen cursed loudly.

If they couldn't look for a solution or a way out, their end would definitely be near.

Brack!

A loud cracking sound echoed again, followed by the loud gruesome cries from afar.

~Grawww~~~

Oh, No! They've broken in and are heading their way.

"Quickly! We have to make a run for it!"

Chan-ki's gaze narrowed, knowing they were again directed to whoever these things wanted them to go.

"It's locked!"

"Locked!"

"Locked!"

"Locked!"

Door by door, the duo tried entering any they saw to no avail... Until they finally reached the last one on the right.

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Catchack.

Angzen's face of despair changed into joy and fleet the moment the door opened.

Hahhahaha~... They found one. They found one.

Chan-ki didn't say a thing, only stepping into the 'unlocked' door.

'So this was it.'

He shut the door before staring at the strange scene he was met with.

At this point, even he was astounded by their discovery.

This... This...

His lips quivered in a slight state of awe.

'These were Hanquirian stone walls!'

Within the gang, Haru loved Magic, Raulin was a racing freak, Bewoh was a training maniac, Zhulyn was a video game lover, Butler Chen was an orderly freak who liked everything in its place... While he, on the other hand, was a history maniac.

He loved history and anything ancient, from archeology to rare items from the many dynasties back then.

So seeing these walls, how could he not feel excited?

Chan-ki stared at the walls that neither rotted or aged with an unfathomable gaze. Meanwhile, Angzen only bit his lip, staring at Chan-ki with a helpless look on his face.

Bro... Do you not hear these creatures scratching at the door we just closed? Do you think we have time to admire anything here? F***! Don't you see a stairway in front of us?

Angzen had no tears but wanted to cry.

He wanted to grab Chan-ki and shake him silly.

What's so fascinating about these walls when their safety is at stake?

(:`0`)

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Angzen trembled, looking at the creepy, long, and winding stairway that seemed to lead to a dark basement.

Gulp.

It looked like an ancient stairway from the dynasty eras.

It gave off a troubling aura that didn't sit well with him.

But with creatures at their back and the stairway at their front, the choice had already been made for them.

What else could they do but descend below?

Holding the candle, Chan-ki stared at the stairway.

"Let's go."

It's time to see why these creatures brought them here.