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Jun Chong let Tao Wu take Tian Yuan back, and then in the deep of night, he removed his dark robe and draped it over my shoulders. I was startled and turned to look at him, bald and bare. "What are you doing? We're outside!"
Jun Chong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled as he leaned closer and playfully brushed my nose. "You want it that badly already?"
I pursed my lips, my face flushing, and stammered, "What I meant was, why are you taking off your clothes out here?"
"This robe carries my scent; it can conceal your form from human eyes. We need to check if there are any clues at Rong Xiaoxiao and Xia Yu's house."
"Is it really that useful?" I blinked. "But how will you go in like this?"
Jun Chong shot me a glance, raised his right hand, and a deep purple garment appeared in his grasp. "Is this all you have for your husband? Really poor."
I clicked my tongue. "Well, it's not like you've changed clothes."
"Is that my fault?"
Jun Chong leisurely put on the deep purple garment. Unlike the grandeur of the dark robe, this outfit was quite simple, resembling an ancient undergarment but more refined in its simplicity. The cuffs and edges were embroidered with lotus patterns, all done with gold thread, giving it a subtly elegant feel.
I looked him over, taking in his refreshed appearance, then smiled slightly. Jun Chong playfully tapped my head before adjusting his robe for me, but no matter how he arranged it, it still looked oversized.
"Eat more in the future; you're too thin."
"Okay."
Once we were ready, Jun Chong took a leap into the air. The sound of wind rushed past my ears as I tightly clung to his neck, and before long, we landed in the corridor.
"Let's check Xia Yu's house first."
Although I could become invisible, I was still just a mortal body, unlike the demons and monsters that could pass through walls. So, I could only reach out and press the doorbell. Even though it was a bit late, someone actually came to open the door—little Xiatian.
He timidly poked his head out, looking around the hallway before calling inside, "Mom, no one is here."
"No one? Then how could the doorbell ring? Could it be Xiaoyu?"
Aunt Xia rushed out from inside, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having cried for a long time. She clung to the door, crying loudly, "My Xiaoyu, where are you? Xiaoyu!"
Xiatian and Uncle Xia came out to comfort her. Watching them made my heart ache as well. Jun Chong patted my hand and then pulled me inside.
The moment I opened Xia Yu's room, a chill swept over me, accompanied by a strong, unpleasant odor. Covering my nose, I waved my hand vigorously. "What is that smell?"
"Spirit energy."
"It stinks! Even the smell of ghosts is better than this." I clicked my tongue as Jun Chong had already stepped inside.
I expected her room to be like most girls' rooms, but as soon as I entered, I saw deep scratches all over the walls. It was unclear what had made them, but each mark was profound and shocking, forming words like "Help" and "She is a monster."
"Help? She is a monster?"
Jun Chong reached out to touch the marks and said, "These were all scratched out with fingernails."
"Fingernails?" I looked at those horrifying scratches. How much pain must it have caused for a human's nails to leave such deep marks? Moreover, fingernails are inherently fragile.
On the desk lay several comic books and school textbooks, neatly arranged as if they had been tidied up. I searched around but found nothing of value. Jun Chong was also looking when suddenly I exclaimed, "Oh!"
Jun Chong turned at my sound. "What’s wrong?"
"How could someone her age not have a computer in her room?" I pointed at the desk. "Her desk is right here; the computer shouldn't be kept elsewhere."
"Stay here, I'll go take a look."
"Okay."
Jun Chong returned shortly, shaking his head at me. "There's no sign of the computer anywhere in the house."
"Then it must have been taken and destroyed," I said, sitting on the bed with my chin resting on my hand. "The culprit is a monster, lurking among the crowd, communicating with her in human form before ultimately killing her. They knew the police would come to investigate, so they took the computer right away."
"That's possible."
Since we couldn't find any valuable clues, we decided to head to Rong Xiaoxiao's house for a bit of luck. Just as we were about to leave, something caught my eye. Jun Chong noticed it almost simultaneously; he stepped back to the bedside and waved his hand, lifting the entire bed.
"It's that skull."
A huge Red Skull was imprinted on the floor beneath the bed. The light-colored floor made it stand out starkly, and soon a foul odor began to permeate the room.
Suddenly, the skull flashed red and flew out the window. Jun Chong placed a hand on my shoulder. "Stay here and wait for me; I'll go check it out."
"Alright."
As soon as Jun Chong left, the bed crashed down with a loud noise. The next moment, Aunt Xia burst in from outside, crying out, "Xiaoyu, is that you? Xiaoyu!"
Uncle Xia came in and hugged her tightly, his eyes red as well. "Xiaoyu is gone; don't be like this. She wouldn't want you to be upset."
"But why doesn't she come back if she's sad?" Aunt Xia cried in Uncle Xia's embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. "She's my only daughter! I told her not to take those diet pills, but she wouldn't listen. I warned her that those quick weight-loss methods have side effects. Now look what happened—she aged overnight and took her own life! I want to smash that box too; it's that box that led my daughter astray!"
I furrowed my brow. A box?
Aunt Xia struggled against Uncle Xia, pulling out a palm-sized box from a drawer in Xia Yu's wardrobe. The box was slightly yellowed, and its wood was of an unknown type.
Aunt Xia wanted to smash it, but Uncle Xia snatched it away. "How can you blame this object? No matter what, it's something Xia Yu cherished most in her lifetime. If you destroy it like this, does that mean you don't love her anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Xia fell to her knees, covering her face and weeping. Uncle Xia sighed, set the box aside, and embraced Aunt Xia as they left the room.
I had been hiding nearby, curious about the box. At that moment, it was fortunate that he hadn’t taken it away.
I approached the box and noticed that its antique lid was not adorned with intricate patterns but instead bore a skull, identical to the one I had seen before—vivid and lifelike.
"Could this be the item?"
I felt a surge of excitement as I knelt down and reached for the small lock on top. Regardless of what was inside, obtaining this box would be a form of assistance for us.
With a click, it sounded as if a spring had released. I felt a force pushing outward from within the box, causing my hand to instinctively loosen its grip and a sense of caution to arise.
When the box fully opened, a red light burst forth, accompanied by a sharp, maniacal laughter that filled my ears. The sound was so piercing that I immediately covered my ears, yet it still resonated painfully within me. It felt as though something else was seeping out from inside.
My gaze fell upon a massive Red Skull, with the intense sound waves emanating from its gaping mouth, causing the entire room to tremble slightly.
I sensed liquid flowing not just from my ears but also from my eyes. The red hue gradually enveloped my vision until everything was obscured. In that moment of complete darkness, I felt something grasping me, sharp objects piercing my skin.
I could neither hear nor see; being deprived of both sight and sound was an awful sensation. A long-forgotten fear surged within me, quickening my heartbeat. My entire body trembled uncontrollably as I felt myself being lifted by that unseen force.
A chilling touch filled my nostrils with a foul odor, and it seemed as if voices were whispering in my ears—sometimes laughing uproariously and other times muttering to themselves—but I couldn't make out any words.
Just as I felt a fierce Wind Sound scrape against my arm, I suddenly relaxed completely and fell to the ground. Instantly, the cacophony vanished into silence.
I moved my head slightly and called out, "Jun Chong, is that you?"
No one answered me, and no one approached. In the empty bedroom, it was just me, the drifting night breeze, and a fan-shaped tail swaying in the shadows of the light.
I sensed a cool, pleasant fragrance spreading around me. I clenched my hands tightly, holding my trembling body as I whispered, "Jun Chong, is that you?"
Still, I could neither hear nor feel his presence. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I bit my teeth and told myself to be strong.
Just when I felt lost and helpless, someone grabbed my arm with a warm touch. Instinctively, I knew it wasn't Jun Chong. I instinctively recoiled, flailing my arms wildly at the person and shouted uncontrollably, "Let go of me, you bad person! Let go!"
"Anxin, it's me! I'm Shizui! Anxin!"
In the haze, I seemed to hear Shizui's voice. My struggles lessened. "Shizui?"
"It's me. Don't move; let me take a look."
Seeing my face covered in blood startled Shizui. With his palm facing up, he muttered something under his breath, and a bottle containing blue liquid appeared in his hand. He opened the cap and gently dabbed the liquid onto my face and inside my ears.
Gradually, I could see some things through my blurred vision. I could vaguely make out that the person in front of me was indeed Shizui. My heart relaxed instantly; my nose tinged with acidity as tears threatened to fall again. Shizui immediately said, "Don't cry; otherwise, the medicine won't work. Can you hear my voice a little now?"
I nodded. "I can hear a little bit."
"That's good. Tell me what happened," Shizui said. "I came to find Jun Chong but discovered that this area was filled with demonic energy. When I came over to check, I found you."
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