The seventh seat stood on the steps on the second floor, looked around, and found nothing unusual.
She took a step forward and walked forward slowly.
Da, da, da…
The sound of high heels echoed in the empty corridor. The wall on the right had fallen off due to years of disrepair, revealing a large amount of gray wall bricks. The window on the left was covered with intricate vines, blocking part of the sunlight and casting a large number of shadows in the corridor.
The entire second floor was dead silent except for the echoing sound of high heels.
What she didn't notice was that
Every time she took a step, a few blades of grass would quietly emerge from between the broken tiles, growing slowly and silently...
The green and tender grass are full of the breath of life in this dead and dilapidated manor.
Slowly, the corridor behind her has gradually evolved into a lush green meadow.
The seventh seat seemed to have noticed something and frowned slightly.
She stopped and looked back.
Her pupils suddenly contracted!
A legless girl in a white dress was floating silently behind her, her cold eyes looking at her quietly, like a silent ghost.
Before the Seventh Seat could react, the ghost slammed into her body!
From this moment on, the Seventh Seat lost control of her body.
Almost at the same time, the lush green grass that covered half of the corridor spread like a prairie fire, instantly occupying the entire corridor. Flower buds bloomed one after another from the grass, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a swaying sea of flowers!
Soon after, flower buds began to bloom on the surface of the seventh seat's skin.
The Seventh Seat, whose body was usurped by Jiang Er, quickly pulled out a dagger from the short sheath at the root of his thigh, turned the tip of the sword, and stabbed at his own throat like lightning!
A look of fear appeared in the eyes of the seventh seat!
Under the fear between life and death, the magnetic field of the Seventh Seat was violently disturbed. The dagger that was about to pierce her throat was suspended in the air. Her whole body was shaking violently, as if she was about to break free from this possessed state.
"Zizizizi... Her mood swings are so strong that I can hardly keep up with the changes in her magnetic field."
In a corner of the second floor, a girl's voice came from the MP3.
whoosh——!
A quiet young man carrying a black coffin rushed out from the next room and rushed in front of the Seventh Seat who was about to lose control.
The silk thread on his fingertips instantly wrapped around the dagger. A huge force broke the stiffness caused by the Seventh Seat's resistance and directly pierced the tip of the sword into her throat!
puff--!
The Seventh Seat's skin was tougher than one could imagine. The tip of the sword could only leave a bloody mark on it, but the pain caused by the sword completely detonated the Seventh Seat's emotions.
Jiang Er's figure was popped out.
A hint of gray flashed in An Qingyu's eyes. He took out a purple test tube from his pocket and threw it to the seventh seat!
Although the Seventh Seat didn't know what was in the test tube, she still dodged sideways. Just as the test tube flew past her, a feather arrow suddenly flew out from the other end of the corridor!
The arrow hit the test tube accurately!
Bang--!!
The test tube exploded, and concentrated mental pollution instantly enveloped the Seventh Seat.
"It doesn't matter, you've delayed long enough." An Qingyu pushed his glasses and said with a smile.
At this time, the colorful flower buds had covered half of the Seventh Seat's body, and were absorbing her mental and physical strength at an astonishing speed, and the colors became brighter and brighter.
"What the hell is this..."
Under the dual negative states of [Super Concentrated Mental Pollution] + [Eternal Secret Garden], the Seventh Seat's mental strength began to plummet, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented state of weakness, and even his consciousness began to blur.
She knew that her situation was extremely bad. If she continued like this, she might really die quietly on the second floor!
She has to do something!
Even if you cannot kill the enemy, you must create some noise to attract other [believers] to come over!
She bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, and the pain made her consciousness clear again. She raised the folding fan in her hand and was about to take action when a voice came from a distance.
"The world is in disarray."
The next moment, the folding fan she had just raised slipped out of her hand!
Caught off guard, her weapon... was gone.
She stayed where she was.
After a moment, she came to her senses, opened her mouth, and was about to shout something, but before she could make a sound, a foreign sensation suddenly emerged from her throat.
The seventh seat covered his mouth and retched violently...
Then, a white flower bloomed in her mouth, blocking her mouth.
She looked so pale!
The longer she delayed, the more the flowers grew. Her legs lost all their strength and she fell to her knees, desperately looking around for something...
From the beginning till now, except for the young man carrying the black coffin,
She didn't even see the shadow of other enemies!
She was like a prey caught in a trap, struggling alone, while the real hunter was watching silently in the shadows.
The seventh seat has never been so aggrieved!
If she was in her most victorious period, it wouldn't be difficult for her to break open these strange flowers, but she was possessed by a ghost and was mentally poisoned... She took too long.
She was growing weaker and weaker, while the flowers in her body were growing stronger and stronger.
When she became weak to a certain extent, she completely lost the ability to resist.
Without help from others, she would have only one fate: to be completely drained by these flowers and stay in this secret garden forever.
The seventh seat was lying on the ground, panting violently, with no trace of blood on her face. Even the scene in front of her eyes was blurred...
An unprecedented despair surged in her heart.
Just then, a figure quietly walked in front of her.
The seventh seat raised his head with difficulty.
It was a figure wearing a Monkey King mask. The mask was very cartoony and even a little funny.
But in the eyes of the Seventh Seat at this moment, this mask was as creepy as a demon.
He held up a finger.
Gently placed it in front of the mouth of the mask,
He made a "silence" gesture.
“Shh…”
…
layer.
Shen Qingzhu was holding a radio and walking calmly behind the twelve seats.
The deep voice on the radio still echoed in the corridor.
"...The agent codenamed Sun Wukong stood calmly in the fire scene, looking down at the dying Li Goudan, smiling and making a gesture to silence...
Li Goudan widened her eyes, and there was endless fear in her eyes.
Finally, she stopped breathing.
No one in the entire gang noticed that the Director of Operations, Li Goudan, had died quietly and silently on the second floor of the dance hall.
Next up…
now you."
Shen Qingzhu slowly stopped.
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