Chapter 567: Thread-Like Object

According to Ding Wangshu's original thoughts, she didn't dare to rush through the exit door.

She didn't quite agree with Hongfu's idea of ​​splitting the troops into two groups, which could at least save one person.

However, Ding Wangshu still had some cleverness. She knew that rushing through the exit without any preparation was tantamount to seeking death.

So she ran very slowly, just to delay time.

Only after Hongfu had approached the flower pot and made some substantial actions, did she rush out recklessly.

In her opinion, the foundation of the lotus leaf ghost was in the flower pot.

Even if Hongfu couldn't find a way to survive, at least he had a chance to threaten the lotus leaf ghost.

So the lotus leaf ghost had to choose between her and Hongfu. As long as it made a choice, it would have a chance to escape.

The facts developed as she thought, and Hongfu didn't seem to have deceived her.

Whether it was hitting the rhizome or beating the flower pot, Hongfu was "trying his best".

So Ding Wangshu had no worries anymore, she started to rush forward, clutching the sinful object and heading straight for the exit.

The blue and red light above her head made the entire theme pavilion strange and mysterious.

That invisible light was not mixed with any supernatural power.

As far as she could see, the several corpses that had blocked half of the door made Ding Wangshu feel extremely depressed.

She kept observing while running wildly, judging from the clues whether the lotus leaf ghost would kill people like this.

The corpse closest to her had completely rotted, and a small amount of black rotten meat hung on the skeleton, emitting a disgusting smell.

Ding Wangshu found that a thread-like object passed through the skull of the corpse and wrapped around the neck several times.

The two ear holes became holes for stringing, just like the decorative ears of porcelain.

As she looked at it, she felt a little itchy inside the two ears, and subconsciously touched them.

Fortunately, it was just a psychological effect just now, and it was not yet the turn of the lotus leaf ghost to attack.

Was it the thread-like object that pierced the skull that caused the death?

Or did it go around the neck and cause suffocation?

Ding Wangshu couldn't tell, but she started to take out earplugs and plugged her two ears.

Even though this was just a cover-up, it could give her a little sense of security.

The earplugs were plugged in hastily, and Hongfu's dull and low wail appeared in her ears.

She subconsciously turned her head to take a look at the situation, but heard Hongfu shouting loudly:

"Don't look back, run!!!"

Hongfu's voice was full of pain and urgency, as if he had been entangled with ghosts.

Ding Wangshu's blood ran cold, and his originally hesitant steps became messy and reckless.

Pain cannot be faked. The lotus leaf ghost must have attacked Hongfu first, and Ding Wangshu had the best chance to escape.

With this idea in mind, Ding Wangshu stretched out his left hand, and before his body approached, his palm had already pressed on the heavy door.

The metal handle felt cold, and Ding Wangshu's heart trembled, and he pulled it with all his strength.

"Creaky..."

The tightly closed door was opened a crack, and the cool breeze from the outside instantly blew open the girl's braids.

But at the same time, she suddenly realized that she had an extremely strange feeling on her body, which was reviving wildly.

This feeling came abruptly and strangely, as if something that coexisted with her was forcibly pulled out of her body.

Not only that, the thing that originally belonged to her turned around and attacked herself at this moment.

Ding Wangshu lowered his head in a daze and looked at his neck.

In his eyes, a touch of red liquid that was not as thick as a little finger condensed into a rope out of thin air.

Like a thin snake, it was winding and twisted, floating at the neck, and slowly turned into entanglement.

Ding Wangshu's blood was getting colder and colder. Her hand passed through the red rope and touched her neck.

There was a slight wound there. If it wasn't for the slight stinging after touching it, she would not have noticed that she had been cut open.

The red rope entangled in the air was the blood in her body?

What kind of strange experience was this? Ding Wangshu had never checked it in any mission briefing.

Until the rope could not be touched, could not be stopped, could only watch it gradually change from red to transparent.

From transparent, it became light blue, as if it became part of the lotus leaf.

Finally, in the blind spot of Ding Wangshu's eyes, it turned into the familiar silk-like object and strangled her neck.

"Uh uh..."

This collar made of Ding Wangshu's blood was tied around her snow-white neck, squeezing the little air left in her lungs.

The two ends of the silk-like object began to extend and aimed at her two ears. With a light pick, the two cotton earplugs were picked out.

Ding Wangshu seemed to have become a double-eared porcelain, slowly lifting himself up.

...

Things sounded extremely slow, but in fact they only happened within ten seconds.

Hong Fu leaned on the flower pot with his broken right hand, and witnessed it all with his own eyes.

"It turned out that he killed himself..."

He couldn't find a solution to this way of death, but there were many things he could think about.

Ding Wangshu was on the verge of death, with bloodshot and bulging eyes, foaming at the mouth, and twitching like an epileptic.

At the same time, her body began to slowly rise into the air, just like the corpses hanging on the lotus leaves.

What really caught Hong Fu's attention was the power of her rise, which was the thread-like object.

Hong Fu's eyes were filled with doubt and wisdom, and he analyzed silently:

"I thought the silk of the lotus leaf was its own, but I didn't expect it to be twisted with human blood and finally merged with the lotus leaf..."

If the silk is completely glued under the lotus leaf, then Ding Wangshu will be hopeless.

Hong Fu was sweating coldly. If he couldn't think of a way to crack it within five seconds, Ding Wangshu would definitely die.

"Human blood merges with lotus leaves, and blood transportation helps lotus leaves grow...

The rustling sound Ding Wangshu heard on the fourth floor underground should also be the presence of the lotus leaf ghost.

What is it doing?"

Hong Fu suddenly remembered the three corpses he had seen.

The strange girl died outside the painting gallery. Her bones were crushed, but the blood disappeared.

The bald man died inside the painting gallery. His bones were also crushed, but the pool of blood was still there.

When he arrived at Feng Jiafu's body on the fourth floor underground, Ding Wangshu saw a bloodless body...

He and Tongguan and others once believed that the murderer who killed them was "Stephanie's Smile".

But after what Ding Wangshu saw and heard, Hong Fu had a new idea.

The murderer who killed these three people was indeed "Stephanie's Smile", but the ghost who sucked all their blood was the lotus leaf ghost!

Ding Wangshu was a witness to this, and the bald man was inside the painting gallery. His blood did not disappear, which also indirectly proved that there was an external ghost at the crime scene.

After all, no matter how strong the lotus leaf ghost is, it still dares not enter the range of "Stephanie's Smile" to suck blood.

That painting is the well-deserved ghost king of the entire museum...

Hongfu's eyes flashed. After understanding that all the actions of the lotus leaf ghost were inseparable from blood sucking, he had a bold idea.

He turned around and picked up the dagger on the ground, aimed at his right wrist, and cut it hard.

A wound deep enough to see the bone suddenly bleed, and all of it flowed into the flower pot.

Hongfu's face was pale, but his eyes were full of hope.

When his blood was continuously transported to all directions of the lotus leaf, the situation finally changed dramatically.