Chapter 633:What's the Rush, It's Just an Appetizer
Chapter 633:What's the Rush, It's Just an Appetizer
The small grove blocked the sparse sunlight, and a chilling coldness pervaded the surroundings, creating a horrifying and fear-inducing sight.
Lin Hao didn't dare to step forward; his feet seemed rooted to the spot.
Qin Ruan's gentle voice carried reassurance, "Brother Hao, your constitution will be like this for the rest of your life. You'll get used to it with time."
Lin Hao had to take that step.
In Qin Ruan's eyes, compared to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, this was a mere child's play, not worth mentioning.
She held Lin Hao's hand and led him to Wei Linchen.
"Professor Wei, hold his hand."
Wei Linchen looked at the hand Qin Ruan offered, his expression showing reluctance.
He had a cleanliness obsession and rarely made physical contact with others.
With an innocent smile on her face, Qin Ruan explained, "Lin Hao has a special constitution. If you make physical contact with him, you'll see things you can't see."
Wei Linchen looked at Lin Hao with surprise, "heavenly eyes?"
Qin Ruan nodded, "Something like that."pp
Lin Hao's constitution was more complex than just heavenly eyes.
Wei Linchen sensed Lin Hao's nervousness and fear, and he was curious about what he had seen that frightened him so much.
After much hesitation, he slowly reached out to hold Lin Hao's hand.
Wei Linchen's grip on Lin Hao's hand was met with a sticky feeling.
This made him even more curious as he turned his head to look at the Huangju tree not far away.
With just one glance, Wei Linchen's refined expression turned into one of horror, and his pupils trembled.
A chilling sensation spread throughout his body, making his scalp numb.
Countless pairs of eyes filled with hatred, resentment, and even vacant expressions stared at him.
Their bodies were mangled, their faces twisted and grotesque, covered in black and red blood, shrouded in sinister black mist.
The red cloth that was once on the Huangju tree disappeared, replaced by countless malicious and resentful spirits.
Wei Lincen's mouth exhaled a cold breath.
He had heavenly eyes, but he couldn't see these ghosts existence.
It showed how formidable the Huangju tree was to be able to block his sight.
Wei Linchen's voice couldn't maintain its calmness anymore, "Qin Ruan, why is it like this?"
Even as a Taoist priest, he couldn't bear to look directly at this scene of earthly purgatory.
The lost souls before him were of all ages, men and women, even young children.
Why did they die here?
The broken limbs scattered under the Huangju tree had piled up into small hills of horrifying skeletal remains.
This couldn't have accumulated in just a few years; it was evidence of countless killings.
Director Liu was afraid and didn't follow.
The only people present were Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, Lin Hao, and several secret guards from the Hou family.
Only Qin Ruan and the other two could see the countless resentful spirits hanging on the Huangju tree.
Just as Wei Linchen was shocked by the horrifying scene before him, an accident occurred.
The ghost closest to them on the Huangju tree suddenly flew down to the ground.
It was a cute-looking girl with a pale face and innocent yet profound eyes.
She seemed to be around seven or eight years old.
The little girl walked towards Qin Ruan and the others, her mouth slightly open as black mist slowly escaped from her mouth.
She spoke, "Big brother, big sister, are you here to play with us?"
Her voice was innocent, mixed with childlike naivety, making people feel at ease and lowering their guards.
Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao watched the little girl approach but didn't respond.
Noticing their cold attitude, the little girl stopped a few meters away from them.
She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why aren't you talking?"
With a smile on her face, she had two dimples that made her look adorable and carefree, evoking a favorable impression.
If her eyes didn't brim with black mist, her face wasn't pale, and she wasn't covered in black blood as she walked, one might have taken her for an ordinary child.
Unfortunately, she was a little ghost.
Qin Ruan's gaze fell to the ground behind the girl.
As she walked, she didn't know where so much thick black blood had flowed from her body.
It stained the ground, vividly bloodthirsty.
The little girl suddenly showed a pitiful expression, "I get it; you don't like me, do you?"
In an instant, her expression changed.
After speaking, the little girl's face instantly turned grim, revealing a sinister and malicious intent.
Her small face was serious, and her eyes widened, as if her eyeballs were about to fall out.
A pair of eyes filled with surging black mist locked onto Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao.
Qin Ruan remained expressionless and didn't say a word.
Compared to her calmness, Wei Linchen and Lin Hao couldn't maintain their composure.
Lin Hao tightly gripped Wei Lincen's hand, swallowing his saliva, and urged in a hushed voice, "Ancestors, please do something; my whole body is covered in goosebumps."
He didn't relax his guard because the ghost before him was so small; instead, he felt a creepy sensation.
The ghost's intentions were difficult to fathom; it might suddenly rush over to claim their lives.
Qin Ruan's eyes shimmered with depth, and her voice was indifferent, "What's the rush? This is just an appetizer."
She looked up, her cold gaze locking onto the countless vengeful souls on the Huangju tree.
They wore clothes from different eras and seasons.
The thick black aura was exactly what she currently needed.
However, she didn't feel as happy as she expected. Instead, a heavy feeling weighed on her heart.
Roughly counting, there were hundreds of lost souls hanging from this tree, imprisoned here for over a hundred years.
The long-term suppression by the Huangju tree had filled them with resentment.
This resentment turned into sinister aura and transformed into fierce ghosts, helping the Huangju tree commit evil deeds.
These lost souls had no choice; no one was there to liberate them. They could only seek their own path to survive, relying on the Huangju tree.
"Sizzle…"
A sizzling sound, like meat being thrown into a hot pot, rang out.
Qin Ruan withdrew her gaze from the Huangju tree and looked at the little girl not far away.
Her clothes were corroded by the black blood, and in no time, her clothes turned into blood, staining the ground where she stood.
Even her hair didn't escape the corruption of black blood.
The innocent little girl from a moment ago had now turned into a monster.
Her whole body was covered in densely packed wounds, and the wounds revealed black flesh, leaving barely any good parts.
Qin Ruan gazed at the little girl expressionlessly.
Suddenly, her eyes flickered, and she stared at the girl's chest.
There, a piece of blackened wood covered in black blood, wrapped in decaying flesh, caught her attention.
This piece of wood on the little girl's chest was identical to the one left in the room when Nangong Yunlong died.
Qin Ruan's face showed a hint of contemplation. She took a step forward, and the little girl almost immediately returned to her previous appearance.
She revealed a bright smile on her pale face, looking excited yet eerie.
"Sister, will you play with me?"
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