Sudden!
Without warning, a dozen or so wet, sticky things began to fall from the darkness above my head!
Cold and slippery, carrying a heavy stench of blood and corpse, it wrapped around Xiao Jin's neck and arms like a noose!
It was hair! And long, filthy woman's hair, covered in blood and slime!
Xiao Jin's pupils contracted. The moment the longsword was drawn, it brought with it a dazzling, gleaming streak that tore through the darkness. The blade didn't slash straight down, but rather swirled rapidly around her like a serpent, precisely grazing her skin!
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"
A chilling cutting sound rang out, and the rope-like wet hair was instantly shredded into countless broken pieces by the sharp blade.
Thick, black blood and rotting tissue fluid gushed out like a punctured abscess, and a few drops of cold, foul-smelling liquid splashed onto Xiao Jin's cheeks, but she didn't even flinch.
Without pausing, with a flick of the wrist, the tip of the blade slashed upwards, aiming straight for the source of darkness where the hair fell!
"Awooo—!"
A shrill, piercing scream, neither male nor female, exploded overhead!
Immediately afterwards, the twisting shadow in the darkness, like a startled bat, abruptly retreated into the deeper darkness, leaving only a few strands of severed, writhing hair on the ground.
Xiao Jin flicked the sticky blood off the blade and continued upwards without pausing.
At the end of the steps was a half-open wooden door, covered with scratches and dark brown handprints. From the cracks in the door, an even stronger smell of decay and a...cold, chilling scent of perfume wafted out.
The moment the door was pushed open, a powerful resentment, like a tangible ice pick, pierced Xiao Jin's spirit!
Her mind jolted violently, a chilling, savage killing intent almost bursting forth from her body. Amo let out a sharp screech, its scales bristling, its scarlet vertical pupils locking onto the depths of the room!
This is the room where the bride was imprisoned in the diary.
A quick glance revealed that the room, though small, was like a forgotten piece of amber, solidified with despair.
The windows were nailed shut from the outside with heavy wooden planks, and the only source of light was two pale candles on the dressing table, long since extinguished and covered with wax dripping like a grave.
Thick dust covered everything.
But beneath the dust, the glaring red was everywhere—dark red like congealed blood, the curtains, faded and blackened yet still glaring, hung from the decaying wooden bed, and broken porcelain shards were scattered on the ground, the character "囍" still faintly recognizable.
A bronze mirror covered with spiderweb-like cracks lay askew on the dressing table, its surface filthy.
The most jarring sight was in the center of the room—a wedding gown, equally dusty yet still recognizable as originally blood-red, lay limply on the floor as if its frame had been removed.
Beside the wedding dress, there were several broken pieces of dark red silk ribbons, seemingly used for binding.
In front of the dressing table, a worn-out embroidery stool lay overturned on the ground.
Xiao Jin's gaze fell on the bronze mirror, where a grime-covered ox horn comb lay, with a few strands of dry, yellow hair tangled between its teeth.
The scene in the diary instantly became incredibly clear in my mind: a terrified and desperate girl was forcibly pressed onto this stool, being dressed and groomed by those indifferent servants.
Then she put on this wedding dress that looked like a shroud and was bound with red silk... Her struggles, her cries, the deep scratches her fingernails left on the wooden door and the dressing table.
At this moment, all of it has transformed into the ubiquitous marks of resentment and malice in this room!
"Ouch...let me...out...it hurts..."
That familiar, heart-wrenching sob rang out once more. This time, it was crystal clear, as if it were right beside Xiao Jin's ears, right in this room!
Xiao Jin turned around abruptly, holding his long sword horizontally in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping across every corner of the room.
The crying... seemed to be coming from that rotten wooden bed with dark red curtains hanging on it!
She approached step by step, the cold, perfumed scent mixed with the stench of death growing stronger in the air. Amo tightened his grip on her wrist, ready to strike at any moment.
Just as she was about three steps away from the wooden bed—
"Splash!"
The heavy, dusty, dark red bed curtains suddenly moved without wind, as if violently ripped open by an invisible hand, revealing the scene on the bed!
There were no corpses, no ghosts.
There was only one dark red quilt, embroidered with twisted golden dragons and phoenixes.
But in the center of the bedding, written in a dark brown, long-dried, solidified, viscous liquid, was the same word—hate! Hate! Hate!!!
The intense resentment, almost tangible, swept over us like a tsunami!
"I hate you! I hate you all!!"
In an instant, a sharp, crazed female voice, filled with endless resentment, no longer a sob but a shrill scream, exploded directly in Xiao Jin's mind!
It felt as if countless cold needles were piercing her temples.
"Ugh!!" Xiao Jin lowered his eyes and groaned, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
At the same time, the quilt covered with the character "hate" suddenly arched upwards, as if something underneath was about to break free from its cocoon.
Countless twisted and ferocious ghost claws, formed from viscous black mist, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a resentful intent to tear everything apart, suddenly emerged from under the bedding, from the walls, and even from the cracks in the floor.
Like countless venomous snakes from hell, they viciously attacked Xiao Jin from all directions!
I want to tear her to pieces and drag her into this boundless abyss of hatred!
"court death!"
A cold glint flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes, and his suppressed killing intent erupted!
The longsword emitted a clear and resonant sound!
Instead of retreating, she advanced, like a tiger pouncing on a pack of wolves. The blade's light was no longer a streak of lightning, but instantly exploded into a violent, icy silver storm.
"cut!"
The blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, slashing with unparalleled precision at the first few ghostly claws that reached out to grab them!
"Sizzle—Pfft!"
Like a red-hot iron cutting into solidified grease!
The ghost claws struck by the blade emitted a piercing corrosive sound, the black energy surged and dissipated violently, and a mournful howl was heard, but more ghost claws fearlessly lashed out.
At the same moment, Amo, who was standing next to him, also moved.
It shot out from Xiao Jin's wrist like lightning, growing larger as it flew, its huge, cold, vertical pupils locking onto the arched core of the bedding.
The python opened its mouth wide, and a thick, inky, corrosive black venomous breath, like a burst dam, violently spewed out!
"Hiss—Boom!"
The torrent of poisonous breath instantly engulfed the quilt covered with the word "hatred," along with the core of resentment that rose beneath it.
The black mist and poisonous fog intertwined and corroded each other, emitting a chilling hissing sound and countless overlapping, venomous shrieks.
Taking advantage of the brief delay caused by the poisonous breath, Xiao Jindao changed his attack again.
She no longer sought to annihilate all the ghostly claws. Her figure moved swiftly and evaded in the narrow space like a ghost, her blade protecting her vital points, her target the moldy wall behind the wooden bed.
From the series of attacks just now, Xiao Jin had keenly sensed that there was a more hidden and concentrated source of Yin energy there.
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