The surrounding rocks were uneven in size, and the torch had a strong resistance to water. I was more worried that if the fat guy dropped the torch, it would set the entire place on fire. The flickering firelight allowed me to see the rain curtain around us and the shadow of the corpse in its armor. It felt like a dream. The fat guy had already pulled out his remaining grenades and handed one to me: “One to distract him, and one to attack from behind. Same old trick to take him down.”

I felt that last time it was purely a matter of luck and recklessness. The detonator had a tremendous power, and the chaotic scene with many people made it easier. But now, in this three-person scenario, it felt like I was going to die. The fat guy’s calm demeanor made my legs feel a bit weak.

I glanced back at the short guy, Feng, who showed a cunning expression typical of foreigners. “Sorry, I’m not very familiar with Chinese customs.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be an expert on China?”

“I’m not that knowledgeable,” Feng replied. “If I die, I still have to go back to meet Christ, but I don’t really know the way back.”

I thought to myself, what a cheeky remark. The fat guy was already in front of the armored corpse, flailing his arms and yelling, “Come on, chase grandpa! Grandpa can still show you a thing or two!”

Before he finished speaking, the gleam on that thing suddenly shifted, and the fat guy was already flying out, crashing into a nearby rock and rolling to the ground.

I was shocked. As I watched the fat guy fly away, I turned back just in time to see a flash in front of me, and my chest was violently pushed, slamming me against the rock. The grenade slipped from my hand and rolled into a crevice.

The movements were so fast. I cursed loudly as I scrambled to my feet, but before I could straighten up, I felt an immense force pressing down on my back, pushing me back down. Then that thing reached down and grabbed my left elbow joint, forcefully bending it backward.

I heard the sickening crack of my bone dislocating, and I realized in horror that it was trying to break my arm.

What the hell? Is the King of Hell riding a corpse? It seems like it’s riding me. Didn’t they say that only female corpses are ridden?

“Motherf***er!” I yelled, “Fat guy, this thing is trying to SM me! It can’t even tell the difference between men and women!”

The fat guy lay in the darkness, the torch flickering far away, and there was no movement. Could he be dead?

With a crack, my left hand was dislocated, causing me to tremble in pain, screaming and kicking my legs wildly. Then my right hand was lifted as well. This thing had so many hands and enough strength to tear me apart.

My right hand bent to its limit when suddenly Feng came crashing in, colliding with the foot that was pressing down on me. The knee pit was always an undefendable spot, and with a sudden softness in the knee of that armored corpse, it pressed down.

I held back the intense pain and immediately rolled away, but that knee pressed against my waist, shaking the ground. If it had pressed down on my back, I would have probably lost all control of my bowels.

Feng dragged my legs out of the attack range of that thing. I pointed to the crevice in the rocks and shouted, “Grenade!”

Feng rushed over to pick it up, ducking just in time to avoid a strike, then made a particularly flamboyant move to throw the grenade. He threw himself down.

The grenade landed under the armored corpse, and Feng dramatically shouted, “Boom!”

“Bang your dad’s watermelon.” My eyes were about to pop out: “Have you pulled the pin yet?”
“I’m not familiar with Chinese traditions!” he said, holding his head.
“Are German grenades voice-activated?” I dragged my injured hand and hid behind a stone. At that moment, I suddenly saw the trap that Zhang Haixing had set.