"Then...why hasn't she shown her true form yet?" Xiaolan asked, hiding far away.
"Maybe..." Jasmine hovered over the monster, "Maybe the original shape is underneath this skin."
Xiaolan knew that Jasmine was hinting that she should peel off the skin, so she decided to change the topic.
"Will she wake up again?"
"Definitely not in a short time," Jasmine urged, "Let's take her away quickly. The real sister-in-law may be back soon."
Where did you come from? It's not you.
Xiaolan reluctantly picked up the monster and put it on her lap, with the image of her losing her face just now in her mind.
"Did Oscar find anything else suspicious in the house?"
"Oscar is not a dog," Jasmine said behind Xiaolan, driving her away like a landowner, "Oscar is just a spirit like her, but more pure than her... We will understand what seeking the source is after we go back and study it. .”
The monster closed her eyes tightly, and two streaks of black water were still imprinted on her pale cheeks. She didn't know what her eyes had become now.
Why did Qiu Yuan choose Huo Zhen as the tool to kill his wife?
He even used his own spirit as a prop to drive Huozhen crazy, just to give him an imaginary enemy.
Huozhen...what's so special about it?
The village chief's house was still quiet. Jasmine walked around the neighborhood a few times. After making sure it was safe, Xiaolan held the monster in one hand and controlled the wheelchair with the other, and quickly slid back to Grandma Huoyu's house.
Just as she was catching her breath, Xiaolan lowered her head and saw that the female monster had opened her eyes at some point. A pair of completely black, blind pupils were staring at her face. Xiaolan was so frightened that she almost threw her to the ground.
"Eh? That's interesting." Jasmine flew over and took a closer look at those eyes, "I thought she was just a little spirit, but it doesn't look like this."
Xiaolan was afraid that the next step of the female monster would be to tear her face off and throw her over, so she carried her to the sofa and hid aside.
"It seems she's not dead yet." Xiaolan's face wrinkled up.
"She's not dead, but she's almost dead." Jasmine stopped on the forehead of the female monster, who was completely unconscious. "If it was just a little spirit that took shape, the black water in her eyes should be the only connection with the body. , when the flow is gone, this spirit will be extinguished, but she is still in human form now, which shows that she is originally a human being."
"She is just a person..." Xiaolan murmured, "Did Qiuyuan use his ability to control her, like he controls other people?"
"There may be some differences," Jasmine ordered, "Come and expose her face."
Xiaolan trembled.
Listen to what you said. Is this human language?
"Open it," Jasmine's voice suddenly became lower. "This face is not hers in the first place. Take it away and she can feel better."
Although the woman had no ability to say anything, Xiaolan saw that her thick black pupils seemed to roll.
The skin looked very snug, but in fact it was very easy to peel off. Without any effort, a complete piece of flesh-colored skin was in Xiaolan's palm.
"Look at her original face," Jasmine also stopped flying and stood quietly aside, "She is a human being, but her face has been torn off alive."
The woman's face was originally covered in blood and flesh, and the fractured area had dried up, but there was no scab. I think it was to stick to the face that did not belong to her.
Knowing that her appearance had been exposed in front of the two of them, the woman made no expression and just stared straight at Xiaolan with her big obsidian eyes.
"What did she want to say?" Xiaolan asked.
Jasmine flapped her wings a few times and summoned Oscar again.
"There are no barriers to spiritual communication. Let Oscar do the translation."
Oscar obediently squatted next to the woman's ear, and neither of them moved a word, as if they were communicating with their souls.
After a while, the little guy Oscar stretched out his right hand and scratched the back of his head, turned his head, and purred a few times.
"He said she wouldn't say anything."
"Huh?" Xiaolan looked down at the woman's face, "You don't have to be shy."
And with your eyes full of talkativeness, you obviously have something to say!
Oscar held his head in his hands and purred excitedly.
"Oscar said she didn't want to say anything and didn't want to say anything."
"Is it possible that Oscar and she don't speak the same language?" Xiaolan doubted the level of translation. "There may be a dialect in Huo Huo Village..."
Oscar snorted, crossed his arms and looked at Xiaolan sideways.
"Oscar's communication is not just through words," Jasmine stood on top of Oscar's head. "She is now in a state of refusing to communicate, from her words to her expressions."
It can't be said.
Still don’t want to say it.
The two of them had no choice but to let Oscar enlighten her first.
Xiaolan was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window through the gap in the curtains. Time passed too fast, and in a blink of an eye, darkness would cover this mysterious little village again.
There are still a few hours until Qiu Yuan and Xia Meng's tryst.
Xiaolan was still keeping her brain spinning rapidly, making step-by-step plans for the evening trial. However, whether it was because her mind was spinning too fast or for some other reason, the images in her mind became increasingly blurry. Finally, her head tilted. , under Jasmine’s surprised gaze, Xiaolan fell asleep leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair.
After that, he quickly entered dreamland.
The dream at this time...
run.
Unexpectedly, I felt even more tired in my dream.
In the dream, Xiaolan finally got rid of her unconscious legs, panting, and running in the darkness.
Look around, there is a dark circular space, there is nothingness under your feet, every step seems to be stepping on the abyss, and you are running hard towards a red-brown door. The door is opened through a narrow gap, and no light comes out from behind the door.
The dream at this time is probably...
"Hahaha……"
When she came to the door, Xiaolan stopped. The hand she stretched out was pale and petite, and indeed looked like the woman's hand.
Hold the handle and open the door——
There was a painful sob from the door as his throat was strangled, and a beam of light shot towards him. Xiaolan raised his right hand to block the light, squinted his eyes and saw a person facing the light, hanging in mid-air, swaying slightly. With.
White clothes, white skirt, delicate face covered with tears.
It's ma'am.
Xiaolan's body made no move to get closer. She just took a deep breath, took a step back, and closed the door hard.
Then he ran in the other direction.
There is another door in the distance.
Same door.
Depressed reddish brown, slightly opened door.
Open--
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I hate you!——"
Xiaolan has seen this scene before.
The lady knelt on the ground and beat her belly hard, or rather, the child in her belly.
"Boom!"
Without hesitation, Xiaolan closed the door again.
Is this really what that woman experienced, and what is going on?
The third door.
The lady stared at her abdomen in horror. A flash of bright red suddenly appeared on her snow-white clothes, and her abdomen seemed to have a bloody mouth. At that moment, Xiaolan even saw the baby's undeveloped limbs.
This is a bloody theater.
Madame is in a different room, performing death.
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