bookcurios Chapter 859 The Owner of the Head
Chapter 859 The Owner of the Head
"..."
Ange knew she should look at the front of the head.
She mentally prepared herself, and finally took out a plastic bag from her system backpack, put it on her right hand, and then, despite feeling nauseous, tried to grab the head's hair.
Even through the plastic bag, Anjie could feel the sticky, wet, bloody texture on her hair when she grabbed it.
This really doesn't qualify as a good feel.
Although Anjie was used to dealing with such disgusting things, she still couldn't help but get goosebumps every time she touched them.
It's just a physiological reaction, don't worry about it.
Turning this head, which was clearly just severed, around was no easy task.
The cabinet in the old field mouse's room wasn't very big. The distance between the shelves was less than half the length of Anjie's hand, or even shorter. And yet, the head was terribly swollen, as if it had been forcibly stuffed into the shelf...
Squeak—creak—
The sound of hair and chunks of meat rubbing against the wooden partition was inexplicably a bit tooth-aching.
Anjie felt her teeth were a little sore from the acid, and the goosebumps that had just disappeared reappeared.
When she finally managed to turn the head completely around, Ange's pupils suddenly contracted.
Even though the face of the head in front of me was slightly distorted by the narrow partition, even though the blood flowing from the flesh and bones blurred its features...
Anjie still recognized who it was.
It's that male player named Liu Zhong.
The person who is the "Eye of All Things".
He's dead?
Anjie felt a chill run down her spine. She subconsciously took a step back, then stopped, and finally took a deep breath—the stench of decay in the air made her stomach acid reflux, and she almost crushed Liu Zhong's head with her bare hands.
Anjie's hand suddenly loosened.
The head fell back onto the shelf with a thud, its cloudy eyes seeming to rotate several times with the vibration, the empty eyes staring straight at Anjie standing outside the cabinet door.
"..."
Anjie forced back the acid churning in her throat, her gaze fixed on Liu Zhong's contorted face.
No, it wasn't just the severed head; Liu Zhong's expression also froze at an extremely eerie moment.
His eyes were wide open, but his pupils were extremely small, as if he had seen a horror far beyond human imagination in the last moments of his life.
What sent chills down An Jie's spine was that the corners of his mouth actually curled up slightly.
It wasn't a smile that could be described as "serene," but rather a distorted arc full of mockery and malice, formed after extreme muscle spasms.
It was as if, on his deathbed, someone or something forcibly pulled the corners of Liu Zhong's mouth back, freezing them into this arc.
"how come……"
Anjie muttered to herself, her heart pounding.
She had watched a few of Liu Zhong's live streams when she was bored and searching for live stream rooms.
Although Liu Zhong wasn't particularly powerful in the "Eye of All Things," he shouldn't have died so quickly, or even so easily... How could he have died so quietly in this cabinet?
Where are the flowers?
Where is Fang Youhua, the leader?
Anjie took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay awake amidst the nauseating stench in the air, and approached Liu Zhong's head in the cupboard once more.
Through the plastic bag, she calmly brushed aside the wet hair on Liu Zhong's forehead that was stuck with blood.
There were no obvious external injuries, except for wounds of varying sizes on the neck that looked like they had been gnawed on by something.
Anjie stared at the wound on the neck, which looked like it had been bitten by a wild animal, for a few seconds before moving her gaze downwards.
His gaze fell on Liu Zhong's slightly open mouth.
She raised the flashlight in her hand and looked over in the white light.
Anjie saw Liu Zhong's tongue.
With just one glance, Anjie frowned.
The color of the tongue is wrong.
It was a strangely deep purple color, and the surface of the tongue seemed to be covered with a very fine, seemingly slowly flowing liquid...
Anjie abruptly pulled her hand back, her stomach churning violently.
That's not blood clots or dirt!
Almost simultaneously, she heard a very faint rustling sound coming from several holes behind her, as if something was being dragged on the ground.
Anjie felt a chill run down her spine, and it seemed as if all the blood in her body rushed to her ears.
She pursed her lips, trying to catch any unusual sounds coming from the air.
The main room remained deathly silent; the putrid air seemed to have solidified.
But the rustling sound came again, closer than ever, seemingly... seemingly right at the entrance to the nearest cave.
Anjie slowly turned her head, her pupils dilating and shrinking in the darkness.
The flashlight beam flickered and shone on the earthen stove not far away—the stove was located in the center of the main room, and on the ground that had been clean, a pool of blood that was still flowing was suddenly appearing.
In the dark red pool of blood, there was one, no, two... two fresh, sticky drag marks.
Two drag marks diverged, leading in two directions. One vaguely extended towards the entrances to the underground caves, while the other stretched all the way to... the cabinet behind her.
Anjie's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
This is not the first time Anjie has faced the threat of death.
The manner of Liu Zhong's death, the bizarre scene, and the silent approach of something whose true form cannot be seen—all exude a suffocating eeriness.
Anjie held her breath and silently reached her left hand to her waist, where several delicate little knives were tucked.
—It's still those beautiful but useless things that Xu Han and the others bought.
However, it can be used to temporarily buy time.
"Shh...shh..."
The sound seemed to stop at the entrance of the cave... only about two hundred meters away from Anjie.
What the hell is it?
Anjie gripped the knife tightly in her hand, the white light of the flashlight illuminating her pale face and tightly pursed lips.
She could sense that something was standing at the entrance to the cave not far away, quietly "watching" her.
It was as if they were observing her, or perhaps carefully considering her actions.
Ange's heart was pounding, and her mouth was drooling—her innate skill was silently activating under the watchful gaze of the faceless, shapeless monster at the cave entrance.
As her stomach acid began to be secreted rapidly, Anjie was enveloped by an inexplicable, intensely craving appetite. She subconsciously licked her lips, her scarlet tongue trembling as she withdrew.
So hungry.
So hungry.
So hungry...
I want to eat... I want to eat... Anything is fine... Anything is fine...
Behind Anjie, Liu Zhong's head in the cabinet turned very slightly.
Opposite her, the "gaze" from the direction of the cave carried a cold observation, like invisible tentacles wrapping around Anjie's skin, stirring a shiver.