kingnovel Chapter 403: A Secret Battle in the Corridor Between Life and Death
Chapter 403: A Secret Battle in the Corridor Between Life and Death
"Tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor like a monotonous death march.
The light on the second floor was dim, the walls were peeling, revealing mottled marks, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of decay.
Qi Xidi walked forward step by step in her high heels, with no expression on her face, as if she was indifferent to everything around her.
Deep in the corridor, there was dead silence.
The footsteps of Qi Xidi were particularly clear, and every step seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, making people feel suffocated.
She didn't walk fast, but every step was full of power, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity.
What was strange was that as Qi Xidi walked, bits of tender green began to emerge from the cracks in the floor tiles.
The grass grew and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally cold stone floor quietly turned into a vibrant meadow.
However, the first of the seven seats was focused on moving forward, not noticing anything unusual behind him.
At the end of the corridor, something seemed to be attracting her, causing her to involuntarily quicken her pace.
The sound of high heels also became rapid, "tattatt..."
Like dense drumbeats, beating this dead silent space.
Suddenly, Qi Xidi stopped.
She frowned slightly, as if she sensed something was wrong.
She slowly turned around and looked behind her.
The originally dilapidated corridor has now turned into a lush green meadow, like a fairy tale world.
But amidst this beautiful scene, there is a creepy figure floating.
It was a girl in a long white dress. She had no legs, a pale face, and empty eyes. She was floating in the air like a ghost.
"What the hell! What the hell?!" Qi Xidi's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of his throat.
Even though she was knowledgeable and experienced, she couldn't help but gasp.
The legless girl (Jiang Er'er) slowly floated closer, with a strange smile on her pale face.
"You..." Qi Xidi was about to speak, but found that his throat was dry and he couldn't make any sound.
The girl's (Jiang Er'er) smile became more and more strange, and she came closer and closer...
"Don't come over! What...what do you want to do?!" Qi Xidi finally squeezed out a word, his voice trembling with a hint of fear.
The girl (Jiang Er'er) didn't answer, but continued to float closer until she was just one foot away from the seventh seat...
"Ah..." Qi Xidi let out a short scream, which was not caused by an attack from the outside world, but by a tremor from the depths of his soul.
Jiang Er'er's ghostly body, without substance, suddenly crashed into Qi Xidi's body like a ball of cold mist!
In an instant, Qi Xidi felt that his consciousness was invaded by a powerful force and the control of his body was being deprived.
She opened her eyes wide in horror, only to find that her limbs began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she were a puppet at the mercy of others.
The grass behind me suddenly changed at this moment, and the green quickly faded away.
Instead, there was a sea of colorful flowers, and the rich fragrance filled the entire corridor, so sweet that it was nauseating.
What was even more bizarre was that spots of bright red began to appear on Qi Xidi's skin, slowly blooming like a flower bud, beautiful yet terrifying.
Qi Xidi, who was controlled by Jiang Er'er, had a strange smile on her face. She slowly raised her right hand, and a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.
The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, pointing straight at his throat.
Qi Xidi was still conscious. She watched the dagger approaching, and the fear of death instantly overwhelmed her.
Her eyes were filled with fear and her body was shaking violently. She wanted to struggle but was powerless to do so.
This extreme fear caused violent fluctuations in the surrounding magnetic field. The dagger that was about to pierce the throat was strangely suspended in the air, trembling slightly.
At this moment, a cold young girl's voice came from downstairs, with a hint of anxiety: "Her mood swings are too strong, I can't keep up!"
The next second, a young man carrying a black coffin rushed out from the room on the first floor.
He is An Yuqing.
He flicked his fingertips lightly, and several thin silk threads shot out like snakes, wrapping around the hovering dagger.
An Yuqing's eyes were cold, and without any hesitation, he suddenly pulled the silk thread, breaking the last resistance of the seventh seat.
The tip of the sword approached again, pointing directly at her throat, at a speed that was breathtaking.
With a soft "Swish" sound, the tip of the sword pierced Qi Xidi's skin...
The tip of An Yuqing's sword accurately pierced Qi Xidi's throat, but the expected scene of blood gushing out did not appear.
The tip of the sword pierced the skin, but only left a shallow blood mark, as if it was blocked by a tough film.
The intense pain instantly ignited Qi Xidi's emotions, and a powerful force burst out from her body, violently pushing the invading Jiang Er'er away!
Jiang Er'er screamed, and her ghostly body twisted and struggled in the air, eventually turning into fluorescent dots and dissipating.
An Yuqing frowned, obviously not expecting that the seventh-ranked man's mental strength would be so tenacious.
He acted decisively, pulled out a purple test tube from his pocket, and threw it towards Qi Xidi.
"Fuck! Are you playing dirty?" Qi Xidi's pupils shrank and his body instinctively dodged to the side.
The purple test tube flew past her cheek, hit the wall hard, and exploded instantly.
A strong fishy smell spread, accompanied by a visible purple mist, quickly covering the Seventh Floor.
"Concentrated mental pollution? There's something to it..." Qi Xidi held his breath, his face solemn.
Before she could recover from her shock, a feathered arrow suddenly flew out from the other end of the corridor.
It accurately smashed the remaining purple test tube, completely detonating the spiritual pollution that had not yet fully spread.
"Boom——" With a dull sound, Qi Xidi felt as if his brain was hit by a sledgehammer, buzzing.
An Yuqing's voice sounded particularly cold in the thick fog: "That's enough delay."
With the double negative state superimposed, Qi Xidi's mental strength dropped sharply, his body became weak, and his consciousness began to blur.
She clenched her teeth and bit the tip of her tongue hard. The intense pain made her wake up instantly.
"Damn it..." Qi Xidi suppressed his dizziness and reached out to touch the folding fan at his waist.
The situation is urgent and she must find a way to break the deadlock as soon as possible.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the folding fan, a deep voice came from a distance...
"Qiankun..."
"The world is in chaos!" The deep male voice echoed in the corridor like an ancient spell.
Qi Xidi only felt a shock in her hand, and the folding fan that had been with her for many years flew out of her hand uncontrollably, spun several times in the air, and fell weakly to the ground.
"Oh my god! What the hell?!" Qi Xidi was horrified and was about to shout,
But she suddenly felt something strange in her throat, as if something was blocking her throat.
She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but touched a soft petal.
"Ugh..." Qi Xidi tried hard to suppress his nausea and wanted to spit out the foreign object, but he found that his mouth was filled with white flowers without him knowing when!
The flowers grew rapidly, filling her mouth and making it impossible for her to make any sound.
Qi Xidi's legs went weak and she fell to her knees with a plop. White flowers spread along the corners of her mouth, nostrils, and eye sockets, wrapping her whole body like a strange flower sculpture.
She widened her eyes in horror, trying to find any trace of the enemy, but she could only see An Yuqing's expressionless face not far away.
Isolated, helpless and hopeless.
Qi Xidi felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and the strength in his body was receding like the tide.
The white flowers grew more and more luxuriant, greedily absorbing her vitality, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She lay powerlessly on the ground, her chest heaving violently.
Just then, a tall figure slowly walked in front of her.
The man was wearing a Monkey King mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but his cold eyes were staring at her like a poisonous snake.
He slowly extended a finger, placed it before his lips, and made a gesture of silence.
The silent oppression weighed on Qi Xidi's heart like a mountain, extinguishing even the last thought of resistance in her.
On the first floor, Shen Qingzhu was carrying an old radio and following behind the 10th seat 2 step by step.
Intermittent noises came from the radio, mixed with a strange nursery rhyme: "One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight the tiger, the tiger is not at home..."
Shen Qingzhu's footsteps slowly stopped, and the nursery rhyme on the radio also stopped abruptly, leaving only the rustling sound of electricity.
"Ten seats, two..." Shen Qingzhu's voice was low and hoarse, like a call from hell.