"Uncle, what's inside this room?" Qiqi pointed to the door of the room where she had stopped.
The doorknob was covered in dust, looking like it hadn't been used in a long time.
Compared to other rooms that are either transparent or enclosed, but at least allow some light to pass through, this one was pitch black.
That kind of black, like the thickest and most concentrated ink, inexplicably makes one's heart sink.
Looking at the room, Charles's eyes darkened, and even his smile took on a hint of gloom.
“This is an abandoned laboratory, there’s nothing inside,” he said, a hint of doubt creeping into his somber tone.
Why did the little guy single out this room to ask about it?
He suddenly remembered what the little guy had said outside—that he was possessed by a ghost. Could this room also be...?
Charles's expression changed as he thought about what had happened in this room.
Qiqi, with her keen senses, noticed a flash of joy and surprise in her eyes. This big bad guy actually scared himself, and to the point of breaking down.
Qiqi twitched her little finger, and the Soul-Capturing Technique was activated again.
The little girl's tone was very innocent, but what she said was quite chilling: "Is there nothing there? But there is clearly an aunt inside."
Charles's eyelids twitched violently, and his fingers, hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched his palms.
"What auntie?"
"It was... an auntie wearing a white dress," Qiqi said with an air of seriousness, "The auntie's stomach was covered in blood, and she was holding a little girl in her arms. But the little girl hadn't fully grown yet, and looked like a lump of flesh."
Charles: ...
His face suddenly turned pale. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Qiqi isn't talking nonsense," Qiqi blinked her big eyes and reached for her bag. "If you don't believe me, Auntie needs to talk to you about something. I'll let her tell you herself."
Charles's pupils dilated in shock at the thought of her uncanny ability to bring the paper cranes back to life.
He pulled a gun from his bag and pointed it at Qiqi, shouting, "Don't move!"
Qiqi: ……
Who would suddenly pull out a gun when they're being nice?
"Uncle, it's not a good habit to pull out a gun on a child!" Qiqi's eyes, which had been smiling and squinting, drooped down, her delicate little face turned stern, and her aura became inexplicably cold and solemn.
Charles narrowed his eyes. "What exactly are you?"
You're the one who's a scoundrel, your whole family are scoundrels!
"Uncle, that makes me a little sad. You just called me 'baby'!" He said he was sad, but there was no sign of sadness at all. He completely ignored the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him and pulled out a talisman. "Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang; the Four Seas, Black and Yellow; the Human Realm connects to the Ghost Realm; the Ghost Realm connects to the Yang Realm. Yin-Yang Eyes, open!"
When the soft, babyish voice is lowered, it has a captivating power.
After rapidly reciting a long incantation, Qiqi tossed the talisman aside.
Charles felt as if something had burned his eyelid, and he cried out softly in pain.
He quickly rubbed his eye with the hand that wasn't holding the gun to relieve the discomfort.
After his mind had adjusted to the stinging sensation, Charles opened his eyes.
To my horror, the world before my eyes has changed!
Vast expanses of black, ink-like mist filled the world before him, making it impossible to see his own hand in front of his face.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was hallucinating.
But no matter how much he rubbed it, the thick substance was still clearly visible when he opened his eyes again.
"How could this be..." Charles wanted to ask what had happened, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He turned his head and saw a little boy, about seven or eight years old, perched on his shoulder, nibbling at the flesh on his shoulder.
"Ahhhhh..."
Charles screamed in agony, waving his arms frantically trying to knock the thing off his shoulder.
But his hands futilely passed through the other person's body again and again!
Just as he was about to make another move, a wisp of black energy wrapped around his arm and gradually transformed into the shape of a boy.
The boy grabbed his arm and twisted it hard, and Charles let out another earth-shattering scream.
pain!
it hurts!
It's not the kind of pain where the body is devoured or harmed, but rather a pain that directly connects to the soul.
What are all these?
Someone please save him.
Charles endured the agonizing pain of being devoured in despair.
He desperately tried to escape, but no matter where he ran, those things followed him like a shadow.
He was in utter despair, running around like a madman.
The commotion alerted the base's guards, who rushed out with guns, attempting to subdue him and bring him back to his senses.
But no matter how much they shouted, Charles seemed to be in a nightmare and couldn't hear them at all. He not only broke free from the guards but also shot and wounded two people.
Just then, a door in front of Charles slowly opened. Without thinking, he rushed in and slammed the door shut.
The guards who tried to stop him stared in disbelief as Charles locked himself in the most eerie, sealed-off place in the base. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Only Qiqi, the moment Charles started making a scene, silently stuck an invisibility talisman on herself and then stood in the shadows of a corner.
She did some quick calculations with her hands, and a smile appeared on her lips.
Qingyi and the others are almost there.
*
At this moment, Qingyi had indeed arrived in the mountain under the guidance of Paper Qiqi.
If it weren't for the fact that there was still a dirt road, the driver would have wondered if he had driven into some deserted area.
"Go about 500 meters further ahead, and you'll arrive." Finally, just as the driver was wondering for the hundredth time if he had taken the wrong road, he heard the paper cutout utter these words.
The driver breathed a sigh of relief, drove another 500 meters, and then slowly applied the brakes to a stop.
Looking at the surrounding environment where the grass was taller than a person, I completely questioned the meaning of life.
This place is perfect for murder, burying the body, and escaping.
How can there be such a desolate place in Jiangcheng?
"Taoist Master, what... what do we do now?" The driver's legs were cramping.
Qingyi was also waiting for Qiqi's instructions. He looked down at the paper doll sitting on his shoulder.
"Driver, it's dangerous to go forward. Just stay here and don't move. Come pick us up about two hours later, drive west for about two kilometers."
After saying that, he jumped off Qingyi's shoulder, and the paper doll's body floated down silently, like a swift gliding through the air, flying forward at an extremely fast speed.
Qingyi lifted her foot to follow.
Qingyu frowned in displeasure. "Senior Brother, have you gone mad? Why are you listening to that little girl of unknown origin? We came down the mountain to find the Demon Seed, not to rescue some kidnapped little girl."
"Stop talking, we're already here, let's catch up!"
Qinghui was also dissatisfied, but after glancing at the yin energy swirling in the air, a hint of eagerness appeared in his eyes!
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