The seventh seater stood on the steps of the second floor. He glanced around and found nothing strange.
She stepped forward and walked forward slowly.
Da da da……
The sound of high heels echoed in the empty corridor. The wall on the right had long since fallen into disrepair, exposing a large number of gray wall tiles. The windows on the left were entangled with intricate vines, blocking part of the
The sun casts a lot of shadows in the corridor.
The entire second floor was completely silent except for the echoing sound of high heels.
What she didn't notice was,
Every time she takes a step, a few grasses will quietly emerge from the broken floor tiles, growing slowly and silently...
Green and green, this dead and dilapidated manor is full of the breath of life.
Slowly, the corridor behind her has gradually evolved into a lush grassland.
The person in the seventh seat seemed to have noticed something and frowned slightly.
She stopped and looked back.
Her pupils suddenly contracted!
A girl in a white dress without legs was floating silently behind her, looking at her quietly with her cold eyes, like a silent ghost.
Before Seat Seven could react, the ghost crashed into her body!
From this moment on, the seventh seat lost control of her body.
Almost at the same time, the green grass covering half of the corridor was like a prairie fire, occupying the entire corridor in an instant. One after another flower buds bloomed from the grass, forming a swaying sea of flowers in the blink of an eye!
Immediately afterwards, buds began to bloom on the skin surface of the seventh seat.
The seventh seat, whose body was usurped by Jiang Er, quickly pulled out a short sword from the short sheath at the base of his thigh, turned the tip of the sword, and stabbed his throat like lightning!
There was a look of horror in the eyes of the seventh seater!
Under the fear between life and death, the magnetic field of the seventh seat was violently disturbed. The short sword that was about to pierce her throat was hovering in the air. Her whole body was trembling violently, as if she was about to break free from this possessed state.
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"Zizzi... Her mood swings are so strong that I can hardly keep up with the changes in her magnetic field."
From a corner on the second floor, a girl's voice came from the MP3 player.
Whoosh——!
A quiet young man carrying a black coffin rushed out of the next room and rushed to the seventh seat, which was about to lose control.
The silk thread on his fingertips instantly wrapped around the dagger, and a huge force broke the stiffness caused by the resistance of the seventh seat, and directly pierced the tip of the sword into her throat!
puff--!
Seat 7's skin was so tough that it was beyond imagination. The tip of the sword pierced it, leaving only a trace of blood. The pain caused by this sword completely detonated Seat 7's emotions.
Jiang Er's figure was ejected.
A flash of grayness flashed in An Qingyu's eyes. He took out a purple test tube from his pocket and threw it towards the seventh seat!
Although the seventh seat didn't know what was in the test tube, she still ducked sideways. Just as the test tube flew past her, an arrow suddenly flew out from the other end of the corridor!
The arrow cluster hit the test tube accurately!
boom--!!
The test tube exploded, and the concentrated mental pollution instantly enveloped the seventh seat.
"It doesn't matter, you have delayed enough." An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and said with a smile.
At this time, the colorful buds had covered half of the seventh seat's body, and were still absorbing her mental and physical strength at an alarming rate, making the color more and more bright.
"This is...what...the ghost thing..."
Under the double negative state of [Super Concentrated Mental Pollution] + [Eternal Secret Garden], the seventh seat's mental strength began to drop off a cliff, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented state of weakness, and even his consciousness began to blur.
She knew that her situation was extremely bad. If she continued like this, she might really die quietly on the second floor!
She must do something!
Even if you can't kill the enemy, you still have to create a movement so that other [believers] can come over!
She bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, and the pain made her consciousness clear again. She raised the folding fan in her hand and was about to make a move when a voice came from far away.
"The world is in chaos."
The next moment, the folding fan she just raised came out of her hands!
Caught off guard, her weapon... was gone.
She stayed where she was.
After a moment, she came back to her senses, opened her mouth, and was about to shout something, but before she could make a sound, a foreign body sensation suddenly emerged from her throat.
The seventh seat covered his mouth and retched violently...
Then, a white flower bloomed in her mouth and blocked her mouth.
Her face was extremely pale!
The longer the delay lasted, the more the flowers grew. Her legs lost all strength, and she knelt down softly, looking desperately for something around her...
From the beginning to now, except for the young man carrying the black coffin,
She didn't even see the shadow of other enemies!
She was like a prey caught in a trap, struggling alone, while the real hunter was watching silently in the shadows.
The seventh seat has never been so frustrating!
If she were in the period of complete victory, it would not be difficult to break open these strange flowers, but she was possessed by ghosts and mentally poisoned... She delayed it for too long.
She is getting weaker and weaker, and the flowers on her body are getting stronger and stronger.
When she became weak enough, she completely lost her ability to resist.
Without the help of others, she would have only one end, and that would be to be completely drained by these flowers and stay in this secret garden forever.
The seventh seat was lying on the ground, panting violently. There was no color on her face anymore, and even the picture in front of her was blurry...
There was unprecedented despair in her heart.
At this moment, a figure walked quietly in front of her.
The seventh seat raised his head with difficulty.
It was a figure wearing a Sun Wukong mask. The mask was cartoonish and even a little funny.
But in the eyes of the seventh seat at this moment, this mask is as scary as an evil ghost.
He held out a finger,
Put it gently in front of the mask's mouth,
He made a "silence" gesture.
"Shh..."
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layer.
Shen Qingzhu carried the radio and walked calmly behind the twelve seats.
On the radio, the deep voice still echoed in the corridor.
"...the agent codenamed Sun Wukong stood calmly in the fire scene, looking down at the dying Li Goudan, smiling and making a silent gesture...
Li Goudan's eyes widened, with endless fear in her eyes.
Eventually, she stopped breathing.
No one in the entire evil party noticed that Li Goudan, the director of the Operations Department, had died quietly on the second floor of the ballroom.