Then, she took a deep breath and continued slowly, "But things developed in a way that far exceeded the bounds of common sense, becoming increasingly bizarre and terrifying."
From the moment he stepped into that cave, it was as if a power emanated from an unknown abyss.
Like a thick, airtight black curtain, it instantly enveloped that area completely.
This power was strong and eerie, emanating a chilling aura, and it could block my detection like an impenetrable fortress.
Since then, what happened afterward was like falling into endless darkness; I knew nothing, it was a complete blank.
Feng Qingyun frowned slightly, her brows like willow leaves slightly furrowed in spring, yet revealing deep worry and unease, her eyes conveying an indescribable confusion and concern.
She continued, "When I saw him again, the scene was absolutely astonishing and unbelievable."
He was originally ashen-faced and radiant, exuding an aura of despair, as if he had been sentenced to death by the Grim Reaper.
He seemed to have undergone a transformative baptism, and his face was filled with excitement.
His excited expression was almost manic, his eyes flashing with a fanatical and twisted light.
It was as if he had experienced an earth-shattering adventure in the cave that could overturn his entire world and been reborn.
But this new life has a chillingly eerie quality to it.
In this bizarre and terrifying state, within a few days, he began to roam the city with impunity, like a demon, randomly capturing unsuspecting lone men or women.
Today, those poor victims are cruelly imprisoned by him in his own dark, damp cellar, which is like a hellish abyss.
The situation is extremely critical and heartbreaking. Ten people have already died like withered flowers in that extremely harsh and dark environment.
The bodies of the deceased were disposed of by that person in an extremely bizarre and illogical way.
It's done... uh... the scene is like something out of the deepest nightmare, twisted and terrifying. Luo Bao, you should see it for yourself; I can't describe it.
As she spoke, a focused expression flashed across Feng Qingyun's delicate, porcelain-doll-like face.
She slowly raised her plump, white hand, which resembled a freshly peeled lotus root, and gently waved it in the air.
Her movements were light and graceful, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, silently embodying elegance.
In an instant, a dreamlike light screen, radiating a soft glow, slowly unfolded before Qin Qianluo's eyes, like a mysterious scroll.
Feng Qingyun is incredibly perceptive and knows everything about Qin Qianluo's unforgettable and painful past life.
She knew all too well that those excessively bloody and cruel scenes were like sharp blades lurking in the darkness.
The slightest carelessness could mercilessly pierce the still-unhealed scar deep within Qin Qianluo's heart.
It stirred up those unbearable, heart-wrenching memories of her tragic death in her past life, memories she desperately wanted to avoid.
Therefore, the moment she opened the light screen, she carefully and subtly concealed the bloody scenes that might trigger Qin Qianluo's painful memories.
It was as if a gentle veil had been draped over this cruel reality.
Qin Qianluo stood quietly in place, like an elegant statue, her gaze fixed on the scene that gradually appeared on the light screen.
Her slender, willow-leaf-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, forming a graceful yet slightly worried arc.
A flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star that disappears in the night sky.
This light contained her keen insight and deep contemplation of the bizarre scene before her.
It's as if they're trying to unravel the mystery from this seemingly ordinary yet subtly intriguing scene, to uncover the hidden truth.
She fell into a brief but deep reverie, her mind churning like a surging tide, a multitude of thoughts coming together, intertwining and colliding.
A moment later, it was as if I had finally found a clue in the complex maze of thoughts.
Qin Qianluo's lips unconsciously curved slightly upward, a faint smile as gentle as a spring breeze quietly appearing on her exquisite face.
Feng Qingyun is always so considerate and thoughtful, just like the warmest ray of sunshine in spring.
In unexpected moments, he always manages to give her meticulous care and protection in the most delicate and gentle way.
This sentiment, like a roaring fire in the dead of winter, gently and warmly touched Qin Qianluo's heart.
It warmed her heart slightly, as if a warm current was slowly flowing through her soul.
However, as she continued to observe the scene in the light screen, the faint smile on Qin Qianluo's face, like morning dew under the sunlight, gradually disappeared.
Instead, her face was solemn and serious, as if a layer of gloom had quietly enveloped her expression.
Her gaze was fixed on the strange, sculptural object that had already taken shape in the light screen.
His eyes revealed a deep sense of contemplation and inquiry, as if he wanted to see through this mysterious object and uncover the earth-shattering secret hidden behind it.
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