Gambling Ghost's tendril-like tentacles had already reached Dunn's face in the blink of an eye, a sight that at any other time, would have been prime material for a climactic scene in a horror movie.
However, at this moment, Dunn radiated a thick clownish temperament. He grabbed a tendril with one hand and, like a nimble monkey, leapt up and down, constantly letting out bursts of yells. With dodging skills that would amaze even the most experienced of Eastern veterans, he evaded the tendrils that seemed to lock down every possible place he could move to.
"Vroom Vroom—"
The roar of the chainsaw echoed in the live-streaming room. Whether it was the splattering weird liquid, the twisted and dry tentacles, or the furiously cutting chainsaw, each element was true to the essence of a chilling horror film. Yet when pieced together, they created an intense sense of discordance.
