And this was the first ti she had felt this kind of fear originating from the depths of her soul, a fear of a higher-order evil existence.
For the first ti, she, an evil ghost, felt the sa sensations as the humans she used to tornt.
That kind...
of fear of the unknown.
She covered her mouth tightly, trembling as she stared at the reflection that was continuously approaching this direction.
Then suddenly, the reflection of the tentacled man stopped.
He seed to have been distracted by sothing.
A few seconds later.
With a creak.
He seed to have opened the door to the room next to hers. The massive and eerie reflection of the tentacles vanished. He seed to have walked into the room next door.
Then, another brief silence followed.
The next mont.
Sharp, terrified screams suddenly erupted from the adjacent room, making her eyes widen and her hands clamp over her mouth in an instant.
The room next door was arranged with several stronger Evil Spirits and Crawlers for a tentative ambush and surprise attack.
But now it seed.
She had been far too naive!!
She trembled, waiting.
Soon, the screams from the next room faded away. Accompanied by rustling sounds, she once again saw the reflection of the tentacles and the long, projected shadow of the bird-beaked monster in the corridor.
And this ti, the reflection of each tentacle was actually wrapped around a struggling humanoid figure.
She hugged her head in terror, not daring to move a muscle.
Then slowly.
She saw.
One of the humanoid figures reflected on a tentacle was brought before the reflection of the bird-beaked monster. He tilted his head back, seeming to observe, or perhaps to stare, exuding a fear that struck at the very soul.
Several seconds passed like this.
The next mont.
A sharp scream abruptly tore through the corridor.
Her pupils contracted violently, the terror almost shattering her composure.
A horrifying scene unfolded.
In the reflection on the wall, the humanoid figure bound by the tentacle was suddenly shoved under that bird beak by the tentacle, as if being devoured alive.
Amidst the piercing shrieks, she could even clearly see in the reflection that ghost being swallowed all the way into the belly of the bird-beaked monster, see the arms and head of that wailing ghost struggling incessantly from the projection of his stomach.
"Whimper!!"
Tears of terror were about to stream from her eyes.
He's eating ghosts!! He's eating ghosts!!
Mommy! Mommy!
It's so scary!
I want to go ho, I want to reincarnate, I don't want to be eaten, I don't want to do evil anymore!
Under her horrified gaze, one after another, the humanoid forms of those evil ghosts were stuffed by the tentacles one by one into the mouth of the bird-beaked monster. She watched their reflections being swallowed down, struggling outward from inside his belly.
[SAN -10]
So scary! So scary!!
...
anwhile, in the corridor.
Lynn, wearing the Plague Doctor Mask and wielding his tentacles, held the large bag he had just obtained from an exorcist in front of his chest. He directed his tentacles to stuff the captured ghosts, which still had so value, one by one into the bag against his chest.
Watching them struggle and scream inside, Lynn said:
"You're still relatively intact, so I won't purify you for now. But you'd better behave, otherwise I can't guarantee I won't do sothing unpleasant to you."
Those female ghosts scread.
*Thwack—*
Lynn closed his eyes, gave the large bag of ghosts in his arms a forceful squeeze, pressing them down.
Then he turned his head and looked toward the second room.
...
"Whimper whimper!!"
The white-clothed female ghost covered her mouth in fear, staring at the bird-beaked monster in the long reflection outside the window.
Watching him suddenly squeeze flat the evil ghosts struggling inside his belly, imnse terror washed over her entire being.
He really ate them all!
Could this be my fate too?!
Being eaten, then rcilessly crushed into pulp, and finally digested by him completely.
No!
I absolutely must not be discovered!
Mommy! Save ! Save !
[Ding! White-Clothed Female Ghost's Fear of You 10]
Outside fell silent once again.
Trembling, she attached herself to the flowerpot, then slowly heard the footsteps outside again, saw the reflection outside gradually moving forward.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Then she saw the humanoid monster wearing the grim Plague Doctor Mask stop right outside the room she was in.
Endless panic.
Through the glass window on the door, the terrifying profile of the bird-beaked face within the green mist was clearly visible.
Then, trembling, she saw the bird-beaked monster slowly turn around. The gaze from behind the eerie lenses swept through the glass window, scanning into the room where she was.
She imdiately closed her eyes, suppressing her aura to the absolute minimum.
She prayed incessantly in her heart.
Don't be noticed!
Please, don't be noticed!
Ti slowly trickled by in this endless panic.
A long ti passed.
She finally heard the sound of footsteps again. Only after they gradually faded away did she slowly open her eyes and tremulously look toward the glass window.
Is he gone?!
That monster actually didn't co in?!
He... he really didn't discover ?!
Trembling, clutching her chest, she finally slowly made herself materialize from the flowerpot, looking toward the door with lingering fear.
Had she...
survived?
A chilly aura spread through the room.
She swallowed.
Finally.
Mustering her courage, trembling and cautious, she slowly walked to that door. Her ethereal body quivered as she pressed her ear against the door, nervously and carefully listening for any movent outside.
Just like a terrified Little Girl.
Ti passed bit by bit.
However.
With all her attention focused outside the door, she failed to notice that, from the wall behind her, a black-gloved hand was slowly extending.
Then a body, a robe, a Plague Doctor Mask.
Silent as a ghost, Lynn appeared in the room, appearing right behind her.
Lynn slowly lifted the Plague Doctor Mask, revealing the eerie and shaless smile on his face. Like a pervert stalking a young girl, he looked down at the female ghost before him, who was pressed against the door, nervously listening to the outside.
He silently stretched out his wicked hand toward her.
In the mysterious and silent atmosphere.
He gently patted the female ghost's...
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