Ye Lingyu felt dizzy. The aroma that was breathed into the lungs before was like a bomb that accumulated energy, and exploded in the body after the flower's illusion bloomed. She felt like her trachea was filled with pollen, and she didn't want to sneeze. It was just dry and stinging her throat more and more with every breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the inhalation and exhalation of air became more rapid.
Han Chang stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, opened his hand and passed it in front of her eyes. Wherever his arm waved, there were burning vacancies, as if there was some high temperature that caused the illusion to dissipate. This scene is like a huge canvas painted with flowers being burned all the way from the center. The picture is a little distorted, but more oleanders stretch out from the gaps and grow rapidly.
Han Chang spoke very quickly: "Go and open the door next door!"
Miss Tao suddenly became alert. She slapped the table, and the two maids who had left before suddenly broke in through the door. Ling Huan was so frightened that his eyes widened because they did not look human at all. The two girls look exactly the same, but their bodies are sharply defined, especially their faces, which look like a polyhedron held up by bamboo threads with paper on them. Even their hair is made of black paper strips twisted into two braids. Yes, they are clearly funeral paper figures! They were smiling with crooked eyes and grinning mouths, as red as blood. The deliberately round blush on their faces also looks like two bloody holes.
Ye Lingyu's feet softened. How has a young lady who stayed at home all year round seen such a battle? But you can't blame her. If you pull a random person from the street to see such a terrifying scene, he will faint on the spot. Ling Yu, who still maintains his rationality, has done a very good job. The paper maid even looks strange when walking, and she cannot take too big steps to the left or right, otherwise she will tear her frame. But the speed at which they took steps was so fast that their movement seemed almost to be drifting.
They also took out two daggers from nowhere, and they looked like they were made of paper. Before Ling Huan could react, one of them suddenly struck with a knife. She rolled sideways, but when she turned around, she found that the paper knife had penetrated deeply into the wooden chair. It clumsily drew the paper knife, trying to pull it out with force. Ling Hu crawled around them, with the paper man chasing after her. They laughed horribly, like little girls playing chase. Ling Huan saw a feather duster placed by the wall and immediately grabbed it as a weapon. He stepped back and waved it hard at the two paper figures. The two sides always kept a distance, but Ling Hu still couldn't get rid of them. Not to mention being close to the door, it was already difficult to avoid being stabbed through by the paper knife.
Miss Tao smiled faintly, with unspeakable malice in the corners of her raised eyes. She was surrounded by flowers, and the layout of the entire room had completely changed, making it difficult to tell the direction and what it looked like before. Standing here, it's like being in the guts of a giant flower demon - of course, no one has been there, so they don't know what that kind of ghost place looks like. This is just an uncomfortable description. There are indescribable lines on the wall, like petals stacked together and flattened, but I'm afraid they are not walls, after all, they are not as smooth and flat as walls. Everything in the room seemed to be moving, very slowly, like it was in the process of digestion.
"Bring out some Onmyoji guys?"
After trying to get closer again to no avail, Han Chang turned to look at Xie Zhe. Xie Zhe has not made any moves until now, which makes people suspect that he is actually working with that witch.
"I was watching when you fought her."
"...I know you're watching."
"I wasn't just watching. I noticed that when you were fighting, she had several sets of spells that were separated from the medium of casting them."
"What do you mean? Put it bluntly."
"Humans who practice so-called immortal magic cannot use spiritual power without a medium. Except for small spells like ignition, just detonating the spiritual energy can do it. But the few moves she just made without carriers are absolutely Unable to cast.”
"Can you be more straightforward?"
"That's witchcraft."
Petals were scattered on the ceiling, seemingly spinning and falling, but also as if they were just rainwater. The falling trajectory is indistinguishable, leaving the viewer feeling disoriented and unable to tell the difference between north, south, east, and west. Miss Tao smiled.
"This young master is indeed very smart. These sorcery arts are just a small gift from me and are not a sign of respect. Look at these flowers, don't they look good?"
"Can't you hear their screams?" Xie Zhe asked coldly, "On every flower branch, the people you killed are crying out for injustice."
"Really?" Miss Tao tilted her head, pretended to prick up her ears, and put her hands to her ears, pretending to be confused and asked, "What did you say? Why can't I hear you?"
She is clearly human - not only Han Zhang judged this, but Xie Zhe also admitted it to a certain extent. But it's so strange, how can she cast such fancy and powerful magic like a monster? The reason for Xie Zhe's delay in taking action was not only to observe more, but also to make an estimate in his mind: Will those gadgets aimed at monsters also work on her?
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a loud noise behind them attracted their attention. Ye Linghuan didn't know where he knocked, and fell to the ground, with a ping-pong sound of tables and chairs. But the furniture cannot be seen clearly, they become part of the flowery world. Maybe it's a giant leaf, or a hidden calyx, who knows? Ling Huan's clothes got hooked somewhere and he couldn't get free. She had been dealing with the paper maids for a long time, and one of them had a mangled face, which she had punched through with a feather duster, but the duster was now cut off. The paper man with a rotten face could still move. It raised its knife again and aimed at Ye Lingyu, who was struggling to survive.
Han Zhang and Xie Zhe raised their fingers at the same time. At that moment, two objects came out of their hands. One was a copper plate, which penetrated the paper man's raised arm. The copper plate penetrated the bracket inside, the arm bent down, and the paper knife fell to the ground with a clatter. What was shot out from the other side was a small fireball. It hit another paper figure and the paper immediately ignited. When burning, it emits a sharp whistle, like water about to boil in a kettle, or an inhuman cry. Miss Tao's expression changed, she raised her hand from bottom to top, and a flower burst out of the ground and wrapped the burning paper figure in an instant. But it was too late, sparks burst out and ignited the lush flowers around them. Countless lamentations and lamentations overlapped with each other, just like prisoners being tortured in the oil cauldron of hell. Another paper figure with a broken arm was also set on fire. It became tattered and stumbled after Ling Yu, who had just stood up. Unfortunately, it was quickly burned to ashes.
The current environment had become completely unrecognizable to her without even realizing it. Something had been set alight in the room, and it was brighter than daylight. Ye Lingyu clenched his fists, closed his eyes tightly, and stamped his feet angrily. And it was this action that made her make some unexpected discoveries.
The door is on your left. She was sure. When I opened my eyes again, I felt a strange dizziness again, just like a person closing his eyes and spinning around for several times before suddenly opening them again. So she closed it immediately and felt everything around her become clearer. Where are the fallen tables and chairs, where are the burning cloths, where are the directions of doors and windows... Although those things are pitch black in her closed eyes, she knows very well that her judgment must be correct. These still lifes declare their existence in their own unique way. To put it exaggeratedly, the heat wave caused by the flames formed a special wind that wandered around the room, and the sound of the wind reached her ears. She realized that she was not watching, but listening.
Ye Lingquan jumped over the fallen chair in front of him, avoided the tablecloth that had fallen on the ground, rushed to the wall and pushed the door open. The moment the door was opened, she opened her eyes and found herself back in the scene she had just gone upstairs. Looking back, Miss Tao's room was in chaos.
The woman suddenly wanted to pounce on her like crazy, but Xie Zhe and Han Zhang tried their best to stop her. They each tried their best and tried every means to achieve their goals with demonic power and force. Ye Linghuan knew that the door opposite must hide the secret that Miss Tao tried to hide - maybe it was a facility for disposing of corpses! She rushed to the door and found it locked. Oops, what should I do now? The key must be with Miss Tao, and there is no way Ling Huan can get it from her. Is there any way to pick or destroy the lock? She was so anxious that she scratched her hair.
Ling Huan was suddenly startled, then remembered something, and took out the ball of thread that Xie Zhe had given her from her arms. She took out a needle from it, held the lock, and moved it very close. The needle is not long, and the gains and losses are not big. She concentrated on trying to eliminate the noise from the outside world and listened carefully to the movement in the lock.
Click, click...
Snapped.
She really poked it open.
Ye Lingquan was somewhat fortunate. When he was imprisoned for playing as a child, the child of the clerk in the courtyard "rescued" him with a wire. At that time, she learned this skill, but she didn't expect it to be forgotten now. Fortunately, I have a good memory and a pair of good ears.
The lock fell to the ground, and Ling Huan immediately opened the door.
Then, she froze in place.
This place is very small and is used as a utility room. The room was filled with storage boxes, various sanitary ware, broken but not obsolete furniture, and dusty ornaments. Apart from these, there is not much place to stay. When Ling Huan opened the door, he faced a chair with a person sitting on it. There are no lights in the room, only light coming from outside. She was only sure it was a male. The other party sat quietly on the chair, looking at her panicked intruder without any expression.
There was sudden silence behind him. Ling Huan turned around and found Miss Tao standing there blankly, no longer moving. Xie Zhe and Han Zhang did not attack further, they just waited and waited.
Then, the man in front of Ye Lingyu stood up. Ling Huan took two steps back and made room for the man. His figure gradually walked from the darkness to a place where light could directly shine. This man has a high ponytail and short hair. His face is like a crown jewel, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he is considered handsome. His eyelashes are as long as a woman's, and his face is not the angular type, but compared to the frail scholar, he is a bit more masculine. His jaw is slightly pointed, and his gender is a bit ambiguous just by looking at his body shape. You can always tell that he is a male.
The corners of the man's mouth were curled up from the moment Ling Huan could see it clearly. She didn't know if the man was smiling, or if his lips were shaped like this since he was born, and seemed to be happy but not happy. He stopped but didn't say a word.
"...Is he a human?" Xie Zhe asked Han Zhang bluntly.
"You ask me? Aren't your eyes very nice?"
But Han Chang knew in his heart that he could respond to this rhetorical question because it was difficult for him to make a judgment. According to the answer given by his keen sense of smell, it should, probably, seemed to be human, or at least human at first. As for what it is now, he can't say. Xie Zhe looked at the man and then at Miss Tao, but he couldn't figure out what their relationship was. It can be judged from the color and style of his clothes that the clothes should correspond to Miss Tao's, or at least they are cut from the same batch of fabrics. In view of this, it seems that it is not difficult to determine his identity, right?
The man's movements were a little... stiff. His eyes were very lively and bright, but he didn't seem to be really looking at everyone. Although he turned his head and glanced in front of them, it felt wrong. Because when a person scans a group of people, his eyes jump from the target one by one, and his eyes move quickly in the blank part in the middle.
But he……
