67: Chapter 67: The Festival of Sacrifice (Part Twelve)

A quarantine circle formed in the middle, with everyone keeping a distance of half a meter from Qianye, neither too close nor too far.

Each of them stared at Qianye, looking drooling and covetous.

Qianye curled the corners of her mouth, smiling wantonly, while tapping sounds continuously came from beneath her feet; she scanned the circle, her whole body filled with excitement.

"Hee hee~ When playing games, of course, the more the merrier."

Before Old Madam Zhou could react to what she meant, Qianye held the red singer, looked slowly at the floor, and dragged the tip of the umbrella across the floorboards.

Whenever a strange entity rushed over, Qianye would simply press it to the ground with one punch after another. Watching the entities become hesitant in their movements, a trace of red light shone in Qianye's eyes, her body exuding excitement, "Hee hee~ Come on, continue..."

Qianye walked forward, and the strange entities retreated instinctively, with corpses strewn all around her.

Seeing that they dared not come forward, Qianye curled her lips, tidied her appearance, smiled slightly, and returned to an elegant demeanor.

"Sister, Big Sister, don't just stand there looking pretty, help... help me!"

Meng Yu and the other person upstairs were being directly besieged by a dense swarm of strange entities.

Qianye, still holding the red singer and continuing to scratch the floor, tilted her head upon hearing this. With clear eyes, she smiled slightly at them, "Good luck!"

"Na na, I'm rooting for you~"

She turned around and lowered her head to continue searching.

"There, found it!"

As Qianye's voice fell, the tip of the umbrella stopped on the floor, and thumping sounds came from below.

In the next instant, the tip of the umbrella was raised high and struck the floor with lightning speed.

"Crack, crack..."

The floor cracked directly from the spot where the tip of the umbrella had struck.

The next second, countless black mists surged out.

Mingled within that black mist was excitement, ferocity, and a rage that wanted to destroy everything.

The strange entities in the room heard the commotion and paused for a moment, but looking at their prey before them, they couldn't help but continue their attack.

The next second, the black mist rushed rapidly toward those strange entities, filled with rage.

"Leave!" "Leave!" "No entry!"

A deep and aged voice emanated from the black mist, warning the strange entities that had broken into the room, as well as Qianye and the others.

Feeling the approaching pressure and looking at the prey they still hadn't captured, the strange entities were unwilling to give up and attacked even more fiercely. Meng Yu and her companion were barely holding on, using up one prop after another, in a sorry state.

Seeing that they remained unmoved, the black mist churned even more violently.

Qianye stood on the side, fanning the flames, the tip of her umbrella rhythmically tapping the floor, "Ta... ta... ta."

"Look, this is really too much, they don't respect you, the master of this house, at all."

"Truly damnable." "Damnable!" "Damnable!"

The black mist surged toward them instantly.

— — The two sides were locked in battle, and Meng Yu and Tai You took the opportunity to run to Qianye's side.

"Huff, huff, huff..." "I, I say sister, why, why are you sabotaging your own people?"

Meng Yu held a fan in one hand while constantly wiping the corners of her eyes.

Sob, sob, sob, the waters of the West Lake are now her tears.

Qianye ignored her, her eyes fixed with great interest on the NPC on the floor.

She saw Old Madam Zhou on the ground, taking advantage of the moment Qianye and the others weren't paying attention, dragging her body and quietly moving toward the outside.

Suddenly, an umbrella appeared out of thin air, its tip piercing straight into her thigh, instantly causing blood to gush out.

Before she could even let out an "Ah," the sound was blocked in her throat.

A rag was stuffed into Old Madam Zhou's mouth.

Qianye bent down, her fingertips gently pressed against her mouth, "Shh, be quiet."

In the next instant, she suddenly switched to a sinister tone, "Where~ do you want to go?"

"You're really not being good."

Qianye crouched down with a smile. As she reached out to remove the rag from her mouth, Qianye curled her lips, smiled slightly, and slowly reached her hand toward her arm.

"Crack, crack, crack," the sound of bones breaking.

Qianye forcibly crushed both of her arms, section by section.

Old Madam Zhou gasped in pain, and another rag was stuffed into her mouth.

"Heh heh~ The play has only just begun, how can the protagonist be absent?"

Qianye curled the corners of her mouth and twisted the umbrella to pull it out, bringing out dark red bloodstains.

The small flower pot in her arms was casually tossed into the arms of Tai You, who was nearby, ignoring any of its protests.

"Catch!"

The next second, she freed one hand and reached directly toward Old Madam Zhou on the ground, her whole body exuding excitement, "Hee hee~ You have to be good."

In the next instant, she grabbed her arm and walked toward the cracked floor.

With one hand dragging Old Madam Zhou, and the other holding the hong ling umbrella, the tip of the umbrella scraped against the floor, making intermittent sounds.

Dark red bloodstains spread along the way.

— — The floor was broken into a large hole, and a few steps appeared on the slope at the opening.

Beside Qianye followed the teary-eyed Meng Yu, and Tai You, who was staring at the small flower pot in his hands with a bewildered expression.

"Damn, there's actually a basement hidden here!"

Tai You stretched his head to look down; it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything at a glance.

Qianye glanced at him, her eyes filled with a trace of disdain.

Immediately, she dragged Old Madam Zhou and walked down step by step.

She didn't care about her life or death at all.

The hong ling umbrella in her hand was now emitting a faint red glow, making the stairs vaguely visible.

Tai You, standing on the side, curiously took a look at the umbrella in Qianye's hand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect this umbrella to have night vision."

In the next instant, the light emitted by the hong ling umbrella grew stronger, as if in protest.

The stairs continued downward, and after walking for who knows how long, a pungent, rotting smell suddenly rushed into their nostrils.

"Damn, what is this smell? I'm going crazy."

Tai You covered his mouth and nose; the further down they went, the heavier the smell became.

Meng Yu sniffed and asked in confusion, "Ah, what smell?"

Upon hearing this, Tai You gave her a cold look and said in a muffled voice, "Heh, it's the first time I've seen the benefit of you crying."

She had cried so much that her nose couldn't smell this extremely foul odor for the time being.

Meng Yu glared at him.

Finally, the stairs reached the bottom; underground was a huge basement.

To call it a basement wouldn't be quite right; it was more like an exquisite room.

As they appeared, the candlelight on the walls automatically lit up, illuminating the structure of the entire basement.

Bookshelves, a desk, a bed, and so on; there were traces of life everywhere here.

Old Madam Zhou was thrown onto the ground, her eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Qianye, but unfortunately, Qianye remained unmoved.

This time, not afraid of her running away anywhere else, they stopped paying any attention to her, and the three of them began to search for clues within the room.

There were mottled bloodstains everywhere on the floor, and there were also blood splatters on the bookshelf to the side.

Qianye found a notebook on a table nearby; looking closely, there were also mottled bloodstains on the table.

The notebook was covered in thick dust and stained with blood.

Qianye opened the notebook; the first page had a name, Yueyue, and the second page had a date and a mood.

Flipping through a few pages carefully, it was a young girl's diary.

The protagonist inside lived in this sunless basement from birth.

The diary was filled with a longing for the outside world.

Qianye stopped at a page in the diary, which read: Dad said I was still discovered by them, they want to...

Flipping further: Dad said they are crazy, they are all crazy!