Chapter 151: An Ordinary Human Counterkilling a Supernatural Entity?

In his mind, Jeremy had already been subconsciously judged as a dead man, and his thoughts were not focused on Jeremy at all.

So much so that he didn't even notice when Jeremy inched his way right to his feet.

Jeremy looked up at Tommy, whose face was filled with terror, and then a fierce look came into his eyes. As if exerting a great deal of strength, he grabbed tightly onto the other man's leg, muttering under his breath.

"Stay here to keep me company~"

The moment this voice reached Tommy's ears, it instantly disrupted his train of thought. Feeling the immense force gripping his trouser leg, his expression grew even more terrified.

There was clearly no one else alive here right now, so why was there another person's voice?

His movements became rigid. Slowly lowering his head to look, he saw Jeremy, covered in blood, with his eyes wide open, staring straight at him—a sight immensely chilling.

In Tommy's eyes, Jeremy was a dead man. So for a dead man to ask him to keep him company, what could that possibly mean? What else could it mean?

Jeremy, transformed into an eerie entity, wanted him to die as well!

Yet he also knew that the more critical the situation, the more important it was to remain calm, or else he would really be finished.

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts and countless pieces of information flashed through his mind, yet he was able to quickly extract the few pieces that would actually be useful to him.

He vaguely remembered seeing a video online before, which stated that newly spawned supernatural entities were actually very weak in combat, and ordinary people had a chance to counterkill them.

He vaguely recalled something about a tutorial, though the specifics escaped him for the moment, but he did remember one key point.

Anyway, if he couldn't beat it, he would die, so he might as well fight desperately. In short, it all boiled down to one sentence: just go for it!

At this thought, a fire seemed to ignite within his chest, granting him an extraordinarily powerful surge of energy.

He raised his fist, feeling an unprecedented sensation, and believed he could punch this bizarre entity to death.

"Damn zombie, let the great Tommy purify you!"

With a loud shout, Tommy threw a punch straight down.

This blow landed solidly on Jeremy's head, knocking him right off his leg.

Jeremy collapsed to the ground, holding his head and whimpering incessantly. Just as he was about to say something, another kick landed squarely on his face, leaving a footprint behind.

"So that's how zombies cry out? You actually sounded somewhat human when you wailed."

With that, Tommy walked over, grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up, and delivered another punch to his face. This blow knocked out several of his teeth, accompanied by a spurt of bright red blood.

"Awesome!"

Tommy yelled out, intending to land a few more blows. It was a rare opportunity to stumble upon such a weak supernatural entity; it would be a real shame not to beat him up thoroughly.

He even began pondering how to brag about this incident later on.

The heroic Tommy, possessed by the god of combat, savagely thrashing a supernatural entity?

However, before he could launch his next attack, Jeremy's voice came through again: "Our enemy... enemy..."

"I know, your supernatural entities' enemy is us humans! I won't let you off!" Tommy shouted again, continuing his assault on Jeremy.

Perhaps he grew tired of hitting him, or perhaps he felt that the eerie entity before him had no ability to fight back, but he finally stopped.

"Well? Do you know how formidable I am now? Hahahaha!"

Tommy panted heavily while laughing wildly and uninhibitedly.

At that moment, he felt as though he had shattered the dazzling truth that even the lowest-tier supernatural entity was stronger than an ordinary human—or perhaps, it meant he wasn't an ordinary human at all, but someone extraordinary.

While lost in his narcissism, a weak voice drifted over once more: "I... am human..."

The voice was extremely hoarse, as if forced out from deep within the throat, yet it gave Tommy a sudden jolt of shock.

He suddenly remembered that excessively low-tier supernatural entities couldn't speak, could they?

What did this indicate?

It indicated that the one he had beaten to the ground was by no means an excessively low-tier supernatural entity! He had defeated a high-level supernatural entity!

He was truly amazing!

Of course, how could he possibly think that? He wasn't a lunatic.

Realizing that Jeremy on the ground was not actually dead, he swallowed hard.

"Could it be that the living person he had been beating all this time was just... a living person?"

The moment this thought took root, a chill crept down his spine. Looking back at Jeremy, who had been beaten past all recognition, he swallowed nervously and asked,

"Bro, are you alright?"

To his surprise, upon hearing these words, Jeremy suddenly burst into a fury. He managed to prop himself up with one hand with great difficulty and pointed a finger at him.

"You... it's all because of you..."

As he spoke, a few teeth flew out of his mouth, clattering onto the ground, while fresh blood continuously flowed from his lips. He looked truly wretched to the extreme.

"Ah, well..." Tommy was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yet Jeremy, regaining a sliver of strength, began to rant incessantly: "It's all your fault! You inflicted violence on me without figuring out the situation first! It's completely your fault, you idiot!"

"Stop talking, please stop." Tommy waved his hands while backing away, his voice laced with a plea.

"Stop talking? I told you not to hit me earlier either, did you listen?" Jeremy retorted, dragging himself painfully toward Tommy.

This scene deeply rattled Tommy. He stood frozen, staring blankly as Jeremy inched closer, letting the torrent of insults wash over him.

"You stupid jerk, you were bragging earlier about how high your IQ was, and look at this—is this all you've got?"

In truth, emotions had taken over, coupled with his prior fear, driving him to curse more and more passionately until he simply couldn't stop.

Yet at this moment, Tommy slowly approached him with an awkward smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" Jeremy instinctively felt an ominous premonition, dragging himself backward as he asked.

"Hehehe." Tommy let out a silly laugh, then continued to walk toward Jeremy.

"What on earth do you want!" This sentence seemed to exhaust the last of Jeremy's strength, causing him to collapse flat onto the ground the moment he finished speaking.

Tommy reached his side, looked down at him, and slowly began to speak.

"I've thought about it carefully. As long as no one else knows about something, that thing can be considered to have never happened."

The moment those words were spoken, Jeremy's heart turned cold. Having already grasped the implication, he stammered, "Just for this? There's really no need!"

Yet Tommy acted as though he hadn't heard a word, continuing in the same calm tone.

"This used to be the Westford estate, and now it's the doll's estate. The police are never going to investigate this place, so absolutely no one can ever find out about this."

"Wh... which thing?" Jeremy's breathing grew rapid. He tried to scramble up, but no matter how hard he tried, he only collapsed right back onto the ground.

"That thing?" Tommy echoed with a rhetorical question, then let out an eerie chuckle, "Hmph-hmph-hmph, judging by your reaction, I'd say you've already guessed it."

At that, he actually drew a gleaming fruit knife from inside his coat and pointed it straight at Jeremy.

"I guessed the possibility long ago that this doll would make us turn on each other, so I brought a weapon prepared beforehand."

"Don't... please don't..." Jeremy closed his eyes, not daring to look any longer.

"Ah!" This was Jeremy's scream of agony.

Feeling a sharp pain in his chest, he opened his eyes once more to find Tommy pointing the hilt of the fruit knife right at him, a face full of joy.

"Hahaha, were you scared by me? Now tell me, who's the real idiot here?"

Seeing the unbridled grin on the other man's face, Jeremy's expression remained entirely blank as he merely blinked.

"You mean... you've been acting this whole time?"

"Right? And yet you still fell for it, hahaha!" Tommy clutched his stomach, laughing without stop.

"Haha, you really are something." A trace of a smile finally appeared on Jeremy's face as well.

The atmosphere between the two turned bizarre. Just as Tommy was about to search for a topic to change the subject, Jeremy reached out a hand, gesturing for the other man to pull him up.

Yet the moment their hands made contact, Tommy slumped directly against him.

When Tommy stood back up, a fruit knife was firmly buried in Jeremy's chest, while fresh blood continuously gushed from his mouth.