4: Chapter 4, Golden Finger Arrives [Please Favourite and Follow!] 4: Chapter 4, Golden Finger Arrives [Please Favourite and Follow!] Xia Hong gave Xia Chuan a glance and quietly handed him a hand axe.
He then walked to the front and spoke to the two Xia Dings:
“Father, we brothers cannot tell who is real and who is fake.
Can we each stand on one side, get a closer look, and then make our decision?”
The two Xia Dings replied in unison, clearly confident.
Xia Hong took a deep breath, patted his younger brother Xia Chuan, signaling him to go to the left, while he walked towards the Xia Ding on the right.
The two brothers stepped forward simultaneously, arriving in front of the two Xia Dings at almost the same time.
Xia Hong widened his eyes, scrutinizing the Xia Ding on the right from head to toe.
As if not examining carefully enough, he even walked around him to inspect from the back.
Xia Ding’s face was full of honesty, his expression confident, allowing Xia Hong to circle around him, even straightening his posture for a clearer view.
However, the moment Xia Hong stood behind him, his eyes were instantly tinged with a bloody glow, and his expression turned ferocious immediately.
A sudden shout stunned everyone.
They saw Xia Hong and Xia Chuan both raise their hand axes, aiming at the “Xia Ding” in front of them, and swung down fiercely.
The hand axe collided with the head; one would expect brains and gore, an utterly gruesome scene.
In reality, though, Xia Chuan’s axe hadn’t even landed on Xia Ding’s head before the opponent caught it bare-handed.
Yet Xia Hong, being stronger, managed to strike Xia Ding’s head with the axe.
Firmly splitting the head in two.
However, horrifyingly, Xia Ding’s head had no pus or brain matter coming out, instead splitting like a piece of wood, cleaved but still attached to the neck.
Even more chilling was that with his head split open, “Xia Ding’s” eyes were still moving, examining Xia Hong with interest, even revealing a smile on his face.
Yet that smile looked sinister no matter how one looked at it.
Xia Hong didn’t have time to pull out the stone axe and shouted to Xia Chuan on the other side, retreating rapidly towards the camp’s crowd.
Hearing this, Xia Chuan also quickly withdrew, directly abandoning the stone axe and retreating backward.
Everyone in the camp had just been scared stiff by the brothers’ actions, and now seeing “Xia Ding’s” appearance, how could they not understand.
Clearly, the Xia Ding who came back later on the right was the fake one.
What about the one on the left?
Why did Xia Chuan launch a sneak attack, is he fake too?
Amid the crowd’s suspicion, the Xia Ding on the left moved.
He walked up to the Xia Ding on the right, reached into the split head, gently stroked twice, and then pressed both sides, closing it back together.
The split head miraculously sealed itself.
Moreover, that “Xia Ding” even twisted his neck a bit, then turned to look at Xia Hong standing in front of the camp people, with a sinister smile.
This eerie scene couldn’t help but send chills down the spine of the camp members.
The Xia Ding on the left stepped out and spoke to Xia Hong.
“Interesting, interesting.
My two creations look exactly like your father and didn’t show any flaws.
How did you two figure it out?”
His voice sounded like wood chips rubbing together, hoarse, harsh, and strange.
“Assuming one of you is real and one fake, the fake one definitely wouldn’t know so much about us, nor about Father.
But both of you seemed to know everything, so…”
Xia Hong paused here, his expression becoming gloomy.
Of course, Xia Ding couldn’t have revealed everything to them.
This Deceitful Monster knew so much about the camp and Xia Ding.
There’s only one possibility.
“Heh heh, quite clever.
That Xia Ding was running in the opposite direction of your camp before he died, trying to lure me away.
Seems he cared a lot about you people!”
Beside him, Xia Chuan, upon hearing about his father Xia Ding’s death from the Deceitful Monster’s mouth, suddenly lost control and charged at the monster barehanded.
Xia Hong quickly stopped him with sharp eyes.
To say Xia Hong wasn’t hurt was a lie.
The problem now is that there’s no time to be hurt.
The two “Xia Dings” already closed in, and those twenty-four logging team members followed expressionlessly, clearly planning to attack.
“Everyone, fight desperately, and there may still be a chance to survive!”
Xia Hong did not hesitate, letting out an angry roar and rushing forward directly.
Even though he said so, Xia Hong had no assurance in his heart.
With twenty-six logging-level fighters, even if over two hundred people in the camp fought for their lives, the hope wasn’t great.
What’s more, about that deceitful monster capable of transforming into Xia Ding, he knew nothing.
Surely, its abilities go beyond transformation.
Could it be, having just transmigrated for a month, is this the end?
The answer was apparent.
The people in the camp indeed followed his charge with a loud roar.
But those two “Xia Dings” were almost one punch per person.
In a short while, they killed at least twenty people.
Blood splattered, wails rose.
Soon, a thick scent of blood filled the cave.
Xia Hong was kicked, slamming fiercely against the cave wall, reverse blood gushing from his mouth.
Watching the bloody massacre inside the cave, a deep despair rose in his heart.
Throughout this month of transmigration, he self-assumed his diligence, constantly thinking about enhancing his strength.
Because no matter if it was Father Xia Ding or previous logging team members, they constantly reminded him of the outside world’s danger.
But with steady power growth and the Z calm life inside the cave, he gradually thought this was merely a slightly colder other world.
It wasn’t until now that he truly realized:
The world’s danger far exceeded imagination.
His self-claimed efforts were negligible before the Deceitful Monster.
Xia Chuan’s hoarse, low sobbing voice reached his ears.
Turning his head, Xia Hong was suddenly furious, overwhelming anger surging in his heart.
That “Xia Ding,” with a sadistic grin, was choking Xia Chuan’s neck, pressing him against the wall.
Seemingly indulging in some play, the monster deliberately eased off some strength, not instantly breaking Xia Chuan’s neck, gradually increasing force, causing Xia Chuan growing suffocation and pain.
Since transmigrating to this world, for a month, because his father Xia Ding often went out, only returning at night, and even when back, spoke little.
Therefore, Xia Hong did not have deep feelings for Xia Ding.
In contrast, he valued his brother Xia Chuan, whom he lived with day and night, more.
The monster’s grip grew stronger, Xia Chuan’s throat constantly compressed, blood seeped from eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, his expression turning more twisted.
At that very moment, Xia Hong harbored no fear of death, only a self-hatred for being powerless, and a desperate yearning for strength.
If only I were stronger, a bit stronger…
The slaughter within the cave continued, already five to six dozen corpses littered the ground.
Many went madly running towards the cave exit, but neither their speed nor strength matched the enemy, often getting slain before even reaching the exit.
[Encountered catastrophic damage, system reconstructing the camp, gifted a basic building, small bonfire, please collect attentively]
At this moment, a voice resounded in his mind.
Xia Hong felt that as someone who lived twice, he had never heard a sound so beautiful.