Chapter 495
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Chapter 495: Silence
The seventh seat stood on the steps of the second floor, scanning the surroundings but noticing nothing unusual.
She took a step forward, walking at a leisurely pace.
Tap, tap, tap…
The sound of high heels echoed in the empty corridor. The wall on the right had long since deteriorated, exposing a large number of gray bricks, while the window on the left was entwined with intricate vines, blocking some sunlight and casting numerous shadows in the corridor.
Aside from the echoing sound of her heels, the entire second floor was dead silent.
What she didn’t notice was that with each step she took, a few blades of grass quietly sprouted from the cracked tiles, silently growing…
Lush and tender green, they filled the desolate and decaying manor with a breath of life.
Slowly, the corridor behind her had gradually transformed into a verdant meadow.
The seventh seat seemed to sense something, her brows slightly furrowing.
She stopped and turned to look back.
Her pupils suddenly constricted!
A girl in a white dress, without legs, was silently floating behind her, her cold eyes gazing at her like a silent ghost.
Before the seventh seat could react, the ghost lunged into her body!
From that moment on, the seventh seat lost control of her own body.
Almost simultaneously, the lush grass that spread across half the corridor ignited like a prairie fire, instantly overtaking the entire hallway, with successive flower buds blooming from the grass, forming a swaying sea of flowers in the blink of an eye!
Immediately after, flower buds began to bloom on the surface of the seventh seat’s skin as well.
The seventh seat, whose body was usurped by Jiang Er, quickly drew a short sword from the sheath at her thigh, turning the blade toward herself and stabbing toward her throat with lightning speed!
Terror flashed in the seventh seat’s eyes!
In the fear of life and death, the seventh seat’s magnetic field violently fluctuated, and the short sword that was about to pierce her throat hovered in mid-air. Her entire body trembled violently, as if she was about to break free from this possession.
“Zzzz… Her emotional fluctuations are very strong; I can barely keep up with the changes in her magnetic field.”
From a corner of the second floor, a girl’s voice came from an MP3 player.
Whoosh—!
A quiet boy carrying a black coffin rushed out from a nearby room, darting in front of the seventh seat, who was on the verge of losing control.
His fingertips instantly wrapped around the short sword with threads, and a tremendous force broke the rigidity caused by the seventh seat’s resistance, driving the sword tip directly into her throat!
Puff—!
The seventh seat’s skin was tougher than imaginable; the sword tip merely left a faint blood mark on it, and the pain from this stab completely ignited the seventh seat’s emotions.
Jiang Er’s figure was ejected.
A hint of gray flashed in An Qingyu’s eyes as he pulled a purple test tube from his pocket and tossed it toward the seventh seat!
Though the seventh seat didn’t know what was in the test tube, she still dodged to the side. Just as the test tube flew past her, an arrow suddenly shot out from the other end of the corridor!
The arrowhead accurately struck the test tube!
Bang—!!
The test tube exploded, and concentrated mental pollution instantly enveloped the seventh seat.
“It’s okay; you’ve bought enough time.” An Qingyu adjusted his glasses and smiled.
At this moment, the vibrant flower buds had already covered half of the seventh seat’s body, and they were rapidly absorbing her mental and physical strength at an astonishing speed, becoming increasingly vivid.
“What… is this… thing…”
Under the dual negative states of 【Super Concentrated Mental Pollution】 and 【Eternal Secret Garden】, the strength of the seventh seat’s mental power began to plummet sharply, plunging her into an unprecedented state of weakness, with her consciousness starting to blur.
She knew her situation was extremely dire; if this continued, she would likely die silently on the second floor!
She had to do something!
Even if she couldn’t kill the enemy, she needed to create a commotion to attract other 【Believers】!
She bit her tongue, the pain sharpening her awareness again. She raised the folding fan in her hand, just about to make a move when a voice drifted from afar.
“Chaos of the universe.”
In the next moment, the folding fan she had just lifted slipped from her hand!
Caught off guard, her weapon… was gone.
She stood frozen in place.
After a moment, she snapped back to reality, opened her mouth, and was about to shout something. Before she could make a sound, a foreign sensation suddenly surged from her throat.
The seventh seat covered her mouth and began to gag violently…
Then, a white flower bloomed in her mouth, blocking it.
Her face turned pale!
The longer she delayed, the more flowers grew; her legs lost all strength, and she weakly knelt on the ground, desperately searching for something around her…
From the beginning until now, aside from the boy carrying the black coffin,
She hadn’t even seen the shadow of any other enemies!
She felt like a prey caught in a trap, struggling alone, while the real hunter silently observed from the shadows.
The seventh seat had never felt so suffocated!
If it were her during her peak, breaking through these strange flowers wouldn’t be difficult, but now she was possessed by a ghost and suffering from mental poisoning… she had delayed for too long.
She was growing weaker, while the flowers on her body grew stronger.
Once she weakened to a certain extent, she would completely lose the ability to resist.
Without help from others, her only fate was to be completely drained by these flowers, forever trapped in this secret garden.
The seventh seat lay on the ground, gasping heavily, her face devoid of any color, and even the scene before her began to blur…
An unprecedented despair surged in her heart.
At that moment, a figure quietly approached her.
The seventh seat struggled to lift her head.
It was a figure wearing a Sun Wukong mask, the mask cartoonish and even somewhat comical.
But in the eyes of the seventh seat at that moment, this mask appeared as terrifying as a demon.
He extended a finger,
Gently placed it in front of the mask’s mouth,
Making a “hush” gesture.
“Shh…”
…
First floor.
Shen Qingzhu walked calmly behind the twelfth seat, holding a radio.
The deep voice from the radio continued to echo in the corridor.
“… The agent codenamed Sun Wukong stood calmly in the fire, looking down at the barely breathing Li Goddan, smiling as he made a hush gesture…
Li Goddan’s eyes widened, filled with endless fear.
In the end, she stopped breathing.
No one in the entire faction noticed that the action director Li Goddan had quietly died on the second floor of the ballroom.
Next…
It’s your turn.”
Shen Qingzhu slowly came to a stop.
