"Sun Hang!! What's happening?!" Yang Qi shouted urgently, "What dirty thing?!"
"Right behind this window, on those shelves, several Nuo Opera Masks are hanging." Sun Hang said, retreating slowly, "I can see them, but they don't exist at all in the photos I took with my phone."
"Not recordable by caras?!" Yang Qi's breath hitched, "Chira 17 also has this trait, could this be..."
"But I can't feel their presence." Sun Hang replied, "In my perception, they just seem like ordinary masks."
"Don't act rashly! Get out first!" Yang Qi said, "We'll rush over imdiately!"
"I've been thinking about sothing." Sun Hang suddenly said.
"What is it?"
"Do you think, if I set this house on fire, could sothing interesting be burned out?" Sun Hang asked.
"There's no need to take that risk!" Yang Qi spoke rapidly, fearing Sun Hang would act if she were too slow, "Even though Chira 17 is heavily injured, its abilities are too bizarre. We shouldn't confront it without thorough preparation."
"But these masks seem dormant. Why do I feel like they're playing a strategy with ?" Sun Hang mused to himself, yet continued to retreat slowly towards the courtyard gate.
His subconscious could vaguely sense sothing amiss, but he couldn't determine if it was from these strange masks not captured on cara or sothing else entirely.
But just as Sun Hang was a few steps from the courtyard gate, it closed on its own with a creak, without a breeze.
Sun Hang even heard the sound of gears turning and the latch locking inside the door.
"Co on, man..." Sun Hang was a bit speechless, "Couldn't there be a more original horror movie cliché?"
"Sun Hang? What's happening? I saw the courtyard gate close; did you close it?" Yang Qi's voice ca through the headset.
"No, it closed by itself." Sun Hang replied, "And it's locked too."
"Is it the work of a malevolent force? You should leave the courtyard imdiately! You should be able to climb over the wall, right?"
"I don't think it's necessary." Sun Hang shook his head, "Since it's insisting I stay, I might as well go with the flow."
After saying this, Sun Hang crouched down and pressed his hands onto the ground.
Countless mycelia extended from his palms, burrowing underground, quickly approaching the main house—they drilled beneath the walls, breaking through the indoor flooring, shooting towards the Nuo Opera Masks hanging on the racks!
Every mycelium tip was entwined with a tal flying blade. With the mycelia as a dium, Sun Hang manipulated these blades with ease, as if they were extensions of his limbs—in so extre situations, the advantage of wire control indeed surpassed that of wireless control.
A flying blade sliced a ochre-colored Nuo Opera Mask in half from below, and imdiately, a viscous blood-like liquid spurted out from where the mask was cut!
The blood spurted more and more, as if there was an extradinsional space inside the mask... Soon, the room displaying the Nuo Opera Masks turned into a pool of blood... As the pool's surface rose, the liquid began to flow over the window sill and into the courtyard.
Sun Hang finally detected a faint scent of the malevolent force... Unfortunately, this scent was weak and fragnted, just like the mitic fragnts in the Qiang people's malevolent skeleton.
The blood gradually subrged Sun Hang's feet, the viscous liquid seeping through the gaps between shoes and socks, which annoyed Sun Hang. He simply kicked off his shoes, yanked off the socks soaked and heavy with the liquid, and stepped barefoot into the pool.
"Sun Hang, what happened again?" Yang Qi's voice ca through the headset and from outside the courtyard—she, along with Candle Dragon and Zhong Ling, had reached the courtyard gate, separated from Sun Hang by a wall over two ters high, "What's flowing out from the window? Blood?"
"Maybe." Sun Hang replied, "Based on the sll and texture, it should be so kind of biological liquid. However, its temperature is very low; it feels like I'm stepping in ice water... If it were blood, it would have clotted by now, right?"
"Bang!" A loud noise ca from the courtyard gate, a large dent appeared on the steel-plated gate—Zhong Ling was controlling a strength-type cadaver ramming the gate, while several other cadavers had climbed onto the wall, looking down at the courtyard.
"What about the masks?"
"I tore them to shreds, and this liquid spilled from inside them." Sun Hang said, "I have to say, there's a lot of it."
"Besides the masks, the liquid, and the self-locking gate, is there any other unusual occurrence?" Yang Qi asked again.
"I haven't noticed anything else so far." Sun Hang absentmindedly shook his head, wading through the thick liquid already reaching his calves as he paced the courtyard twice, "I've only detected so fragnted mitic remnants... wait, there seems to be a change..."
"What change?"
"The mitic remnants carried in the liquid seem to be rging into the ground and walls... They're starting to fuse and reorganize... the presence is getting stronger..." Sun Hang closed his eyes, using Taotie's ability to sense the surroundings' changes, "Wow, is this quantitative change leading to qualitative change... such a large amount of mitic remnants can actually piece together into a complete mitic fragnt..."
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