Chapter 17 So what if we die together!
Everyone's flashlight beams swept over it.
The red X mark was still there, but somehow, tiny beads of blood began to seep from the edge of the mark, as if they were alive, and were crawling down the crack in the wall.
Before long, winding and twisting marks were drawn on the dusty wall.
Even more bizarrely, where the blood beads flowed, the wall plaster began to peel off in a rustling sound, revealing something dark brown underneath.
Xie Xun looked closely and thought he would see cement soaked in blood, but the next second, his blood seemed to freeze.
Beneath that wall, there was no brick or stone structure at all, but a dense mass of intertwined hair!
Black, white, and dry yellow hair fell down with the peeling paint, spreading across the floor in no time, making a rustling sound that seemed to pierce the brain.
A chill instantly crept up his spine, and a wave of nausea and horror surged through his heart.
Xie Xun almost immediately recalled a scrawled annotation on a page of his great-grandfather's notebook: "Hair strands entangle the wall, vengeful spirits form stakes... Fearless of people." It seemed to be followed by a few vague words such as "owner" and "suddenly approaching."
The scene before my eyes matched the vague and terrifying account!
"What the hell is this?!"
Qiangzi's voice changed, the live stream camera started shaking wildly, and the chat was instantly flooded with "Holy crap!"
【Holy crap!!! There's hair on the wall, and then there's a sound too! How disgusting!】
[Goosebumps, buddy!]
Wait, am I seeing things? Look, is the wall moving?
[No! It's the hair that's moving!!!]
Xiao Chen swallowed hard and forced himself to move the camera closer.
Just then, another unexpected event occurred!
The hair that had been slowly falling off the ground seemed to be completely activated by the life force of the living, surging rapidly like a black tide, moving at an astonishing speed, and wrapping around the ankles of the nearest people.
"ah--!"
"They moved! They moved!"
Assistant Ye Zi screamed and jumped away, frantically throwing the bottled water she was holding and even the keys from her pocket at the onrushing hair. Brother Qiang was also frightened and grabbed the tripod, waving it wildly, while Xiao Chen threw the camera and fill light away.
Under the intense light, the hair made a sizzling sound and then the light temporarily subsided.
But the next second, even more strands of hair began to pour out from the hole in the wall.
At this point, when Brother Qiang saw that Xiao Chen had thrown away the camera, he actually took out his phone and started broadcasting with his own account, with the camera directly focused on Xie Xun, who was constantly using a peach wood sword and talismans to deal with his hair.
In the chaos, the team was scattered and forced into different corners of the corridor, where they could only defend themselves with their personal belongings.
The words from his great-grandfather's notes flashed through Xie Xun's mind, and he suddenly had an epiphany. He shouted sharply, "Don't touch them directly with your flesh and blood! These things grow stronger by absorbing life force and fear! Use fire, or something of pure yang!"
After saying that, he quickly retreated while reaching for the remaining talismans.
However, a few strands of extremely fast black hair, like venomous snakes, wrapped around his ankles and then moved upwards, tightly binding his wrists.
Xie Xun endured the nausea and used his peach wood sword to cut it open, but the hair tip was like the mouthparts of a living creature, flipping him to the ground and trying to pierce through his trousers and sleeves and crawl into his flesh!
A chilling, bone-deep suction force emanated from him, as if trying to draw away his blood and soul along with it.
In stark contrast to the chaos was Fu Qinghuai, who stood leisurely in the middle of the corridor.
The hair around the small area where he stood seemed to automatically graze away as if it had encountered a natural enemy, leaving a clear circle of pure space.
The evil spirit watched with amusement as Xie Xun was entangled tighter and tighter by the hair, some of which had even pierced his exposed skin, causing drops of blood to seep out.
The aroma wafted over again, and Fu Qinghuai took a deep breath, a look of intoxication and satisfaction on his face.
"Looking around~"
He took a few steps closer, squatted down in front of Xie Xun, who was struggling with her hair, tilted her head, and continued in a sickeningly sweet yet malicious tone, "Beg me? Beg me, and I'll help you get rid of these annoying hairs, okay? Look how heartless they are, they're hurting you~"
The intense pain gave him the illusion of being sucked blood by countless leeches. Xie Xun's thoughts were momentarily scattered, but Fu Qinghuai's deliberately sweet voice was like a needle, piercing his consciousness and bringing him back to his senses.
Beg him? Absolutely not!
He not only had to protect himself, but also had to tame this evil spirit!
He wanted Fu Qinghuai to clearly understand who was the one who could decide their life and death and truly control this relationship!
Xie Xun had not forgotten the symbiotic contract they had signed back then.
Since they are destined to live and die together, why should he seek anything else?
Could this evil spirit really stand by and watch itself be damaged while remaining unscathed?
He and Fu Qinghuai were already bound together, sharing life and death; he would never bow his head to beg him.
Let's just die together!
But just then, a vibrant green figure shot out from his collar like lightning.
It's Little Green!
Although it was instinctively terrified by the overwhelming resentment, and its body trembled slightly, it still fearlessly coiled around Xie Xun's bound wrist, and opened its venomous fangs to bite down hard on the black hair that was trying to burrow into Xie Xun's flesh.
However, its biting has little effect on hair formed from pure resentment.
A violent, chilling force rebounded, and Little Green was jolted back, its body slamming against the wall. It opened its small mouth in pain, letting out a rapid hissing sound, and its tail slapped violently against the ground.
The emerald green scales on its body had visibly dimmed.
It lay limp on the ground, but its small head was still stubbornly raised, struggling to crawl back to its owner.
Xie Xun watched helplessly as the little thing got injured protecting him, and a surge of heartache mixed with overwhelming anger welled up in his heart.
This anger was directed not only at those damned hairs, but also at Fu Qinghuai, who stood by and watched the scene unfold with amusement and even a smile!
He suddenly raised his head, his cold sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, making his pale, translucent skin look even more broken.
Her brows furrowed slightly from the pain, and the corners of her fox-like eyes were red. Her gaze was cold and resolute, making her appear even more beautiful and alluring, much like a rose covered in poisonous thorns.
It's beautiful, gorgeous, and captivating.
“Fu Qinghuai…”
Xie Xun stared at Fu Qinghuai with eyes that seemed to be coated with poison, and even curled his lips into a cold, almost provocative laugh, his voice hoarse, "If I die here, you... won't survive either!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Fu Qinghuai's angry yet amused expression, and suddenly exerted force with his fingers, which were bound by his hair, to activate the talisman in his sleeve.
Enduring the excruciating pain of being devoured and the invasion of yin energy, he gripped the last yang talisman inside his sleeve with difficulty and silently recited the incantation.
Just as the talisman was about to be activated, Fu Qinghuai's playful smile suddenly froze.
A familiar ghostly force, through the hair that was wrapped around Xie Xun, tried to absorb and devour him like a maggot clinging to his bone!
He had planned how to intensify Xie Xun's pain, waiting for those beautiful fox eyes to fill with tears and plead with him, but these things unexpectedly interrupted his plans.
"Oh!"
The languid look in Fu Qinghuai's eyes was instantly replaced by violence. "A mere wisp of an unclaimed soul dares to set its sights on me using this filthy thing?"
He originally just wanted to see Xie Xun beg for mercy in a sorry state, but he never expected that the wisp of his soul that the Liu family lord had devoured would be so ignorant of death, attempting to use this connection to erode him in reverse!
"court death!"
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