Chapter 1 Something's Wrong

Dong, dong.

Suddenly, a few subtle touches came from the side of his Huā Línyī (flower scale armor).

Li Cheng颐 looked over and saw Iselin gently patting him with the phone they had been using to communicate.

He took the phone and continued using the translation function. "What was that just now?" he asked.

"I don't know." Iselin shook her head, her small face as pale as his.

"But I saw it with my own eyes. It went through two people's bodies, and then they both disappeared."

"Is there anything that can stop it?" Li Cheng颐 asked.

That thing was different from anything he had encountered before. It had no physical form and wasn't afraid of the Guanghui Lichang (radiant force field). He had been using it the whole time, but still lost two gold swords.

Even now, the gold swords of the Jianlan (gladiolus) Huā Línyī in his mark haven't regenerated, meaning they were completely damaged.

"Hiding under the bed works. But now the bed is broken by you..." Iselin cautiously replied.

Li Cheng颐 thought for a moment, walked over, grabbed the broken bed boards, put them back in place, and pieced them together a bit.

Soon, a somewhat collapsed wooden bed reappeared before them.

"The support pillar in the middle is broken, but it can still be used if we put it together." he explained.

Seeing that the bed was roughly repaired, Iselin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, bent over, crawled under the bed, and hid again. www.

"It's safest here. As long as you don't come out, nothing can hurt you." Her voice came out. Li Cheng颐 frowned as he looked at the translation on the phone.

He squatted down and looked at the other side from under the bed.

Sure enough, another room with lights on appeared there. A room with the exact same floor as his bedroom.

"Are you planning to just hide under the bed forever?" Li Cheng颐 threw away the broken gold sword, letting it disperse into light points, and a new gold sword slid out from his hand, replacing the previous one.

The little girl stared blankly at this move. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that she saw it up close, she was stunned.

"Under... under the bed, it's very safe. There are many, many of those black hands, and we can't stop them... Before, someone tried to block them with other things, but then more than a dozen appeared at once, and then... I was too scared before, and I didn't dare to go anywhere, so I just hid under the bed.

Anyway, after three times, you can return to your own room, and then everything is safe." Iselin came back to her senses and stuttered.

"After three times?" Li Cheng颐 heard a new key point and immediately asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's..." The little girl didn't finish her sentence before her voice began to blur.

It was as if she was behind a thick curtain, or as if her voice was getting farther and weaker.

Before Li Cheng颐 could react, everything in front of him twisted into countless lines. All the lines began to spin, blurring faster and faster.

"Can you hear me? What do you mean by three times?!"

He tried hard to speak, but the voice he uttered seemed to be stretched by something, deep, twisted, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Poof!

He blinked and his head cooled, and all the visions in front of him disappeared instantly.

He was still standing in the bedroom, and the Ziténg Huā Línyī (wisteria flower scale armor) on his body quickly dissipated, turning into light petals. "Almost..."

Li Cheng颐 took a deep breath. This was the second time he had entered the premonition. The third time, he wouldn't get out so easily. He might be trapped inside until he found a way to escape.

That little girl had been through it four times. To survive four times, she must have her own methods. But this kind of thing depends on luck. He might not be able to meet her next time. "What a pity..."

If he could get more information from Iselin, it might help him find the prototype...

But this time he gained a lot. I remembered the little girl's appearance. Also, the characteristic of not being touched... Hiding under the bed is very safe. These details may be added to the elements of finding the prototype.

Looking at the blue-black night sky outside the window, a plane with a red light slowly flew across and headed into the distance.

Li Cheng颐 let out a long sigh. He walked to the window and pushed it open.

Fresh air poured into the room, replacing the somewhat stuffy oppression. He dispersed the Huā Línyī on his body and wiped his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

That black shadow child was like a hedgehog that couldn't be touched. If he was accidentally touched, his body might disappear. This had nothing to do with defense thickness, but rather a complete inability to be touched.

In any case, he had to go to the botanical garden to repair the Huā Línyī first!

It just so happened that he owned the Eternal Botanical Garden, otherwise no one would maintain the flowering of flowers that weren't in season.

Like the wisteria, which only blooms from April to May, and it was already October. Logically, there shouldn't be any flowers blooming.

But Li Cheng颐 used greenhouses and medicines to keep the wisteria flowers in one of the greenhouses blooming, constantly opening and withering, to replace them.

The gladiolus was the same.

After changing his clothes, Li Cheng颐 took all the prepared things and turned to open the door. Click.

Outside the door, a black-haired child with a pale face was looking up at him, smiling at him. Suddenly, the child raised his hands and rushed towards him.

Li Cheng頤's muscles, which had just relaxed, tensed instantly.

Without time to think, he dodged sideways, leaning to the left with all his might. Bang!!

He crashed into the wall on the left. But luckily he dodged. Just barely.

He had just seen with his own eyes that the child's hand was only a finger's width away from his abdomen. After dodging, Li Cheng颐 bounced up from the ground and looked at the child again.

The person was gone.

Only the wooden chair that had been hit by the other party was quickly blurring, fading, and disappearing.

In just three seconds, a brown wooden chair disappeared silently before Li Cheng颐's eyes.

Li Cheng颐's heart was pounding. He quickly got up and jumped out of the window. With a plop, he rolled a few times in the outside yard, unloaded the force, and got up.

At this time, the night was hazy and the full moon hung high.

There were no visual obstructions around.

In this situation, any attack would be obvious and could be detected in advance.

Li Cheng颐 nervously looked around to make sure that the child didn't appear again, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Yu Long rushed out of the door wearing a coat and approached him.

Li Cheng颐 took a breath, wanting to say something, but he still didn't tell the truth. "It's nothing... Just ran into something."

Seeing his reaction, Yu Long instantly understood. "Are you injured?" he asked solemnly.

"No. Master Long, go and rest, there's nothing here. I can handle it." Li Cheng颐 replied. He checked the things he was carrying.

"I'm going out for a while, I'll be back later."

"Go ahead, if you need any help, just say it!" Yu Long said seriously.

"Thanks!"

Li Cheng颐 finally looked at his second-floor bedroom and turned to leave. He went out and hailed a taxi on the road outside the villa area.

A few minutes later. A roaring sound approached rapidly.

A familiar SUV appeared in his field of vision again. Squeal.

The wheels braked sharply, and the driver's side window rolled down, revealing Song Ran's serious face. "Get in, where are you going? I'll take you!"

"Brother Song?" Li Cheng颐 said in surprise.

"I can't help with other things, but I can do this little thing." Song Ran replied in a deep voice. Without saying a word, Li Cheng颐 opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

If he relied on taking a taxi from here to Qinggang back to Suiyang, it would indeed be much slower. But a flying car was different.

After getting in the car, Li Cheng颐 quickly sent the details he had just obtained to Qianbi Mei (Pencil Eyebrows) and Caihong Tang (Rainbow Candy). Especially the child's face, which left a deep impression on him.

After giving the information, he breathed a sigh of relief and recalled what he had just encountered.

Just now, I was sure that I had left the dead corner... Why could that little ghost still follow me? Logically speaking, after leaving the dead corner, the things inside shouldn't be able to chase...

Suddenly, Li Cheng颐's thoughts stopped. "That's not right!"

He suddenly thought of the slot machine incident, that strange little fatty!

"At that time, that little fatty could also leave the dead corner and follow us all the way!"

"This is troublesome!"

He couldn't be touched, he could appear at any time, and now it was the second premonition. If he couldn't find a way to escape before the next dead corner pulled him in...

He might really be in danger.

Doo, doo, doo... The phone rang.

He quickly picked it up and answered.

"Brother Cheng, according to the elements you gave me, I found a total of three suspected prototypes!" Caihong Tang's voice was decisive and crisp.

"Which three?"

"I'll send them to you!" Caihong Tang hung up the phone with a snap.

Soon, a series of texts and images were quickly sent to his phone. Li Cheng颐 clicked to view them one by one.

Possible Prototype 1 – Lost Child: Folk rumors from the White Star Storm Sea. A major murder case occurred there more than seventy years ago. A child covered his face with poisonous powder and killed a total of eleven members of his family at home.

The incident caused a huge sensation in the local area. After the murder, the child left a final selfie and walked into the sea of fire alone, burning to ashes with his family.

Attached is a somewhat blurry selfie. Li Cheng颐 clicked to view it.

It was a skinny boy with obviously dark skin. His face was covered in white, and he was smiling brightly at the camera.

He looked at the child's appearance and remembered it in his mind. Then he looked at the second one.

"Possible Prototype 2 – The Pingba tribe, a small ethnic minority living deep in the Mara Jungle of the Lunar Weian.

The Pingba tribe has a custom. In order to avoid evil in the dark from polluting children's minds and possessing their bodies,

They cover their faces with white flour every year before they turn ten.

Then, after they are over ten years old, they wash it off. There are only a little over a thousand households in the Pingba tribe. It's not difficult to investigate by going there in person.

I found a total of three photos left on the Internet there.

The same is attached with a photo.

Li Cheng颐 clicked on the photo and took a look.

A neatly dressed black-haired boy is having his face smeared with white flour by an old man with colorful patterns on his face, accompanied by his parents.

The little boy looks very happy.

He pulled down the picture, and there were two more that were edited together.

The other two are a little boy and a little girl, respectively. They are all similar rituals.

But looking at the hands of the children in the photos, their hands are white and tender, and they don't match the characteristics of black hands at all. Li Cheng颐 compared them in his mind and shook his head slightly.

Finally, he looked at the third one.

Possible Prototype 3 – The Lunar Sultan Federation, a legend that circulated a hundred years ago, about the legend of the Lonely Doll.

According to experts, there was a horror story circulating among the Sultans at that time. There is an existence called the Lonely Doll, and it likes to hide under people's beds. When people fall asleep, it will secretly reach out and grab people's hands and pull them under the bed.

Once pulled in and unable to react, that person will quickly disappear completely.

According to speculation, the prototype of this Lonely Doll is likely to be a black beast that often attacks humans in the local area - the Fanghou (fang monkey). But I don't think so."

Caihong Tang gave his own judgment. Finally, a photo was attached. Li Cheng颐 clicked to view it.

That was a photo taken under the bed.

Under the brown wooden bed, a black-haired child with a pale face was curled up.

It couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but it was looking up at the camera, revealing a strange smile.

The question now is, which of these three is the dead corner prototype?