20demayo Chapter 672: Ghostly Shadow in the Strange Building
Chapter 672: Ghostly Shadow in the Strange Building
suddenly!
Without any warning, more than a dozen strands of wet and sticky things hung down from the darkness above my head!
It was cold and slippery, with a strong smell of blood and corpse, and it wrapped around Xiao Jin's neck and arms like a noose!
It was hair! It was a woman's long hair, stained with blood and mucus!
Xiao Jin's pupils shrank. The moment the long sword was unsheathed, a streak of light ripped through the darkness. The blade didn't strike straight down, but swirled around her like a spirit snake, passing by her skin with precision!
"Chichichichi——!"
A hair-scalp-numbing cutting sound was heard, and the wet hair that was like a noose was instantly cut into countless broken pieces by the sharp knife light.
The sticky black blood and rotten tissue fluid spurted out like a punctured abscess. A few drops of cold, foul-smelling liquid splashed on Xiao Jin's cheek, but she didn't even frown.
The knife kept moving, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife moved upwards, piercing the source of darkness where the hair was hanging down!
"Ow—!"
A shrill, neither male nor female howl exploded above my head!
Then, the twisted black shadow in the dark shrank back into the deeper darkness like a frightened bat, leaving only a few strands of severed, twisting and twitching hair falling to the ground.
Xiao Jin shook off the sticky blood on the blade and continued to move forward without stopping.
At the end of the stairs was a half-open wooden door covered in scratches and dark brown handprints. Through the crack in the door, a stronger smell of decay and a... cold, heart-pounding scent of powder emanated.
The moment he pushed open the door, a powerful resentment, like a real ice cone, pierced Xiao Jin's spirit fiercely!
Her sea of consciousness trembled violently, and a cold, violent murderous intent threatened to burst out of her body. Ah Mo let out a sharp hiss, his scales exploded, and his crimson vertical pupils fixed their gaze on the depths of the room!
This is the room where the bride in the diary was imprisoned.
A quick glance revealed that the room was not big, but it was like a forgotten amber filled with solidified despair.
The windows were nailed shut from the outside with heavy wooden boards, and the only source of light came from two pale candles on the dressing table that had long been extinguished and whose wax had piled up like a grave.
There was thick dust everywhere.
But beneath the dust, the glaring red was everywhere - the dark red like coagulated blood, the long faded black but still glaring curtains hung down from the rotten wooden bed, and broken porcelain pieces were scattered on the ground, and the word "囍" could be vaguely made out.
A bronze mirror covered with spider-web-like cracks lay tilted on the dressing table, the surface of the mirror extremely dirty.
The most eye-catching thing was the center of the room—a bridal gown that was also covered in dust, but still looked as bright red as blood. It lay limply on the ground, as if its skeleton had been sucked out.
Next to the wedding dress, there were several broken pieces of dark red silk ribbons scattered around, which seemed to be used for binding.
In front of the dressing table, a worn-out embroidered stool lay overturned on the ground.
Xiao Jin's gaze fell on the bronze mirror, where a grimy horn comb lay, with a few strands of dry, yellow hair tangled between the teeth.
The scene in the diary instantly became extremely clear in my mind: a terrified and desperate girl, being forced to sit on this stool and being dressed and dressed by those indifferent maids.
Then she put on this wedding dress that was like a shroud and was tied up with red silk... Her struggles, her cries, and the deep scratches her nails left on the wooden door and the dressing table.
At this moment, they all turned into marks of resentment that were everywhere in the room!
"Ouch... let me... out... it hurts..."
That familiar, shrill, miserable sobbing sound rang out again. This time, it was incredibly clear, as if it was right next to Xiao Jin's ears, right in this room!
Xiao Jin turned around suddenly, holding the long sword across his body, and his cold gaze swept across every corner of the room.
The crying sound...seemed to come from the rotten wooden bed with dark red curtains!
As she approached, the cold scent of powder mixed with the stench of corpses in the air grew stronger. Ah Mo tightened his grip on her wrist, ready to strike at any moment.
When she was only three steps away from the wooden bed——
"Wow!"
The heavy, dusty, dark red curtain suddenly moved without wind, as if it were violently opened by an invisible hand, revealing the scene on the bed!
No corpses, no ghosts.
There was only a quilt of the same dark red color, embroidered with twisted golden dragons and phoenixes.
But in the center of the quilt, written densely, twisted, and madly identical words in a dark brown, sticky liquid that had long since dried and solidified—Hate! Hate! Hate!!!
The hatred that was so strong that it almost became tangible came like a tsunami!
"Hate! Hate! Hate all of you!!"
In an instant, a sharp, crazy, and endlessly resentful female voice, no longer sobbing, but a shrill scream, exploded directly in Xiao Jin's mind!
It was 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 word "hate" suddenly arched upwards, as if something was about to break out from underneath.
Countless twisted and hideous ghost claws formed by sticky black air, carrying a biting coldness and resentment that could tear everything apart, suddenly stretched out from under the bedding, from the walls, and even from the cracks in the floor.
Like countless poisonous snakes from hell, they grabbed Xiao Jin from all directions!
I want to tear her into pieces and drag her into this endless abyss of hatred!
"court death!"
A cold light flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes, and the suppressed murderous intent burst out!
The long sword made a clear and resounding sound!
She advanced instead of retreating, like a tiger pouncing on a pack of wolves. The blade's light was no longer a streak of light, but instantly exploded into a violent, icy silver storm.
"cut!"
The blade tore through the air, making a sharp scream, and slashed at the first few ghost claws that were caught with incredible precision!
"Sizzle—Puff!"
Like a red-hot iron cutting into solidified grease!
The ghost claws that were cut by the blade instantly made a sharp corrosion sound, the black air violently churned and dissipated, and made a shrill howl, but more ghost claws grabbed at it fearlessly.
A-Mo beside him also moved at the same time.
It shot out from Xiao Jin's wrist like lightning, growing taller in the wind, its huge, cold vertical pupils locked onto the core of the arched quilt.
The python opened its mouth wide, and a thick, black, poisonous breath that was as thick as ink and extremely toxic gushed out like a flood bursting through a dam!
“Hiss—Boom!”
The torrent of poisonous breath instantly submerged the quilt with the word "hate" written on it, along with the core of resentment bulging underneath.
The black gas and poisonous fog entangled and corroded each other crazily, making a hair-raising "sizzling" sound and countless overlapping, resentful screams.
Taking advantage of the brief delay caused by the impact of the poisonous breath, Xiao Jin changed his sword momentum again.
She no longer sought to kill all the ghost claws. She moved swiftly and dodged in the narrow space like a ghost, with the knife light protecting her vital parts, and her target was directly aimed at the moldy wall behind the wooden bed.
From the series of attacks just now, Xiao Jinzeng keenly sensed that there was a more obscure and condensed source of yin energy there.