As soon as they turned out of the darkness, cold sweat soaked their backs.
Even without turning around, one could feel the coldness behind them.
That was the hunter's cold gaze fixed on his prey, a gaze like a sharp sword piercing through the chest and stabbing into the heart.
The three exchanged a glance, all sensing that something was wrong. This must be why Jin Wuwu couldn't open the door.
"Disperse."
The three quickly separated. Yuan Qingli ran forward, around the big tree, glancing behind her out of the corner of her eye.
The world was pitch black; the places I had run through were completely gone, leaving only darkness.
Moved by her own will, Yuan Qingli half-squatted down.
It felt as if a hidden weapon had grazed above my head, and a hole appeared in the tree beside me at chest height.
The hole in the tree was beginning to rot.
The woody substance gradually turned into liquid, slowly forming a drop of viscous amber, which fell to the ground.
Yuan Qingli was shocked. What kind of attack was this?!
It vanished without a trace; if I hadn't been alert, my chest would probably be disfigured.
call out.
Yuan Qingli rolled forward in a disheveled state.
There was a coin-sized hole in the ground where I had just squatted.
Yuan Qingli's gaze grew cold. Just now they came straight at her, but now they've descended from the sky. Just who is this person?
call out.
Yuan Qingli cleverly dodged again.
call out.
Oh no, there are others behind us.
The sound grew louder and louder.
Yuan Qingli could see the sound waves, which had materialized, pass through her head.
Thump.
ah!
A figure shrouded in black mist approached, though calling him a person was inappropriate; he was more like a lump of mud, like a snail.
The black mist covering its body transformed into a viscous, asphalt-like liquid, rolling and serpentine on the ground like a tire.
Yuan Qingli wanted to escape, but found that her whole body was numb.
Even his eyelids couldn't move.
The black mist slowly approached, stood still, and the viscous liquid writhed, caved in, and turned into a huge mouth.
It's over.
The black mist, reeking of rotten eggs, swallowed Yuan Qingli's head.
Yuan Qingli opened her eyes, and the dim world outside finally disappeared beneath her nose.
In the darkness, she saw a glimmer of light approaching with a blinding glow.
That was a hammer.
Yuan Qingli's eyes widened uncontrollably; they were perhaps the only organs she could move besides her heartbeat.
The awl stopped three-tenths of an inch above Yuan Qingli's forehead.
Then another beam of light appeared.
A hammer.
The hammer struck with tremendous force, showing no mercy.
"Ah!" A scream rose from my heart, and a sharp pain fell from my forehead.
"Ah!" The other person was skilled, and in just a couple of moves, Yuan Qingli felt that the top of her head was no longer warm.
It's like the coldness of short hair with the hat off on a cold winter day.
Her skull was opened.
Yuan Qingli seemed to smell her brain swirling between red and white, her pulse pounding violently, like a boiling hot pot bubbling and steaming.
Another bright light!
A terrifying premonition.
Yuan Qingli knew that this light would soon be her end.
Sure enough, it was a soup spoon.
The spoon touched her brain, and Yuan Qingli trembled from the depths of her soul.
The soup spoon showed no mercy, scooping it up directly...
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Yuan Qingli heard the sound of smacking lips as someone savored something delicious...
It was as if she had been thrown into an abyss, her body shattered into pieces.
An indescribable sense of horror and despair.
"Aaaaaaah!"
In a daze, the world before my eyes returned to normal.
There was no hammer or spoon, no swirling black mist, and strange people.
But Yuan Qingli was like a deflated balloon.
He collapsed to the ground, his head throbbing with pain.
I struggled to get up, my whole body felt like it had been in a sauna, soaked and icy cold.
Yuan Qingli reached out and lightly touched the top of her head, panting heavily; the top of her head was still intact.
Was that just a nightmare?
I wandered around, leaning against the corner of the wall, until I finally saw that splash of bright red.
A faint fragrance drifted into my nostrils on the breeze, shattering the excruciating pain and gradually fading away.
"Yuan...Qingli, is that you?" A strained murmur came from behind.
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