NOVEL NEXT Chapter 47
It was the dean’s voice!!
In a few seconds of critical situation, Yu Qing entered the code into the system and synthesized the scream of the dean from his memory. Although it wasn’t 100% similar, but…
“Ahhh… Mom… Mom…”
After several helpless “Mom” sounds, the mass of flesh and blood stopped attacking.
The bright red blood covered her eyes, making it hard for her to see clearly, but she began to wander around the house randomly, groping and stumbling with her hands, looking for her crying son.
“Don’t… don’t be afraid…”
The hoarse voice comforted: “…Mom… is…”
A trickle of blood dripped from her lips. As the bloody figure moved away, the flesh and blood wrapped around Yu Qing’s feet relaxed a lot.
The boy regained his freedom. The first moment he was able to move, he didn’t run away.
The hand that was retracted into his sleeve came out again, and he took out the useless “Ghost-killing Talisman” that Qian Lai had given him before. He clicked it—strike first and stick to the bloody figures back decisively!
“Ahhhhhhhh-”
The screams started, and the live broadcast room turned on the mute mode. In the endless night, staying with a dangerous bloody figure, it was still a level 5 dungeon!
Anyone else would have run away!
However, the audience held their breath and watched as Yu Qing bought a voice recorder from the system mall, recorded the dean’s scream, and then thrown it away.
Snap.
He threw it into a secret corner to attract the bloody figure to look for it, but he continued to search in the dean’s office.
After all, it was a level 5 dungeon. The bloody figure was not easy to fool. After crushing the recorder, it immediately turned around, dragging the dripping blood, and approached Yu Qing step by step.
Then, snap.
He threw out the second recording, and the bloody figure continued to look for it.
This cycle continued, and after a while, the entire dean’s office was filled with voice recorders. The live broadcast room, which originally filled with an atmosphere of panic, completely turned into: […]
[Why do I feel that the host is a bit of a bastard?]
[How could you call him a bastard? Can the broadcaster call him a bastard? He is a smart person, smart!]
[Isn’t it? A smart person would have run away long ago, so what is he doing here rummaging around?]
The question was just asked when [Ding——]
The system announcement sounded again: [Congratulations to the host Yu Qing for discovering the key clue “The Dean’s Diary”. The plot exploration rate is 99%.]
[There is only 1% left to fully explore. Please keep up the good work!]
At the end of the announcement, the system’s voice became noticeably louder.
Clearly, none of the hosts it had followed before never achieved such a high level of exploration!
[99%! Fuck! He’s going to die, but this kid still has the heart to dig into the plot?!]
[Look, look, look, look! I really want to know what will happen! (Reward points +1000)]
…
Found it, finally found it!
Holding the diary, Yu Qing’s nervous hands trembled. He was about to hold the diary and walk away quickly. However, when he raised his eyes, he saw the lock on the door click “click” and “click” twice, and then, there was the sound of footsteps running away in a hurry.
Sure enough, when Yu Qing walked to the door, he found that it could no longer be opened.
Someone had locked the door from the outside and deliberately intended for him to die!
Yu Qing opened the system space again and was about to buy something when suddenly, click——
A pool of thick flesh and blood stuck directly to his right hand…
The sharp pain suddenly hit him, and the young man gritted his teeth, breaking into an unbearable sweat.
He didn’t look back!
Even without looking back, he knew what a bloody scene was behind him. A ray of sunlight had come in, but… his back was glued again.
Tick, tick.
Two drops of sticky blood fell on his shoulders. The situation in front of him simply did not allow him to wait for the sun to fully come out!
He was about to be eaten…
“Kill you… bully my son… kill you…”
The body was suffocated, the feeling of being swallowed growing stronger and stronger, and his limbs were no longer under his control.
Seeing that half of his body was about to be swallowed, Yu Qing suddenly smiled sarcastically: “You are so stupid~”
He murmured, “You want to protect your son, but your son wants to kill you. You, as a mother, have really failed!”
Suddenly, the violent devouring feeling stopped. It seemed that the entity had never heard such words in all these years. The sticky mass stopped in its tracks, and was “chirping,” not knowing what to think.
To prevent it from reacting and continuing to devour, Yu Qing immediately said, “Isn’t it chilling? You wanted to protect him even when you died, but he tried to kill you at all costs. Do you want to see what is written in this thing?”
The young man held up the diary: “This is your son’s thing. On the first page, there is a drawing of the ritual of killing you!”
“No…” The mass of flesh and blood spasmed, and its voice was hoarse. It resisted: “No… no…”
“No?” Yu Qing chuckled, his smile gentle, but crueler than a ghost: “Then I’ll read it to you.”
“No…”
“On X, month, XX, I dreamed of my mother again. Her skinless appearance was really disgusting. She is like this. She still bothers me in my dream. She deserves death.”
“No… don’t read…” After only hearing a few words, the mass of flesh and blood was so excited that it took several steps back, distancing itself from Yu Qing.
The situation reversed again, and the live broadcast room became excited once more.
The intense devouring feeling had subsided, but Yu Qing didn’t leave immediately.
The more dangerous the situation, the more information could be obtained. He leaned against the door, took a few breaths, and continued reading.
“On August XX, XX, I finally found a way to suppress my mother. I only need to turn people into animals and let them stay under my mother’s stone statue. They rotate it once a month. This disgusting woman will no longer behave like a monster.”
“I really hate my mother, I hate her control, I hate her nagging, but she is the only one in the world who is good to me. I can’t live without her, and I can’t bear to leave her, so… I molded her into a stone statue and let her always be with me.”
“I’m so filial, why isn’t she satisfied?”
“On June XX, XX, the aging of my skin became serious again. I am only 26 years old. I look like an elderly person. My mother’s skin that was transplanted before is no longer working. I have to… find a new target.”
“On June XX, XX, patients in sanatoriums are a good choice. After all, mentally ill patients do not deserve to live. By killing them, I am also making a contribution to humanity.”
Snap——
After reading a few entries, the bloody figure in front of him seemed to be greatly stimulated. It squatted in the corner, covering its ears uselessly: “Don’t… don’t… don’t read…” But Yu Qing wouldn’t listen to her at all!
The delicate young man was born with some empathy disorder, and it was difficult for him to feel the abundant emotional fluctuations like normal people. However, just reading these malicious words made his fingertips tremble and his back feel cold.
He continued to scroll down: “On June, XX, XX, Xu Han discovered that I used human sacrifice to suppress my mother. He condemned me righteously. I didn’t understand why mental patients deserve to live. I was also doing this to contribute to the common development of mankind; what did he know?”
“Places like mental sanatoriums were used to kill patients!”
“Xu Han was too disobedient. I killed him, ripped out his internal organs, and filled his body with mercury to keep him smiling forever. As a priest, he could preside over this sacrificial ceremony.”
“As for his identity? Just find someone to replace him. It wouldn’t be troublesome at all.”
“On X, month, XX, that fake Xu Han was really good and would give his wife to me. After waiting for so long, it was finally my turn to beat someone else.”
“Ah, it felt so good to control other people’s lives.”
“On June, XX, I was diagnosed with gastric cancer. I wouldn’t live long, but it didn’t matter.”
“It was said that if I sold my soul to the god, the god could help me realize my wish.”
“I wanted… to be in a nursing home, to continue… to be with my mother…”
The last few words were written crookedly, and there were blood stains on the paper. It was obvious that they had been written by the dean when he was dying.
Scroll further…
Yu Qing paused with his fingertips, and his pupils suddenly widened!