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Chapter 116: Dead Loop (Part 24)
Lin Tai was rescued, and I didn’t lift a finger; it was all thanks to our brave and fearless police officers who rushed to the rooftop and saved him just in time during his most dangerous moment.
Uncle Lin aged significantly because of this incident. He struggled to speak, his legs trembling as he collapsed onto the ground. It wasn’t until the police helped Lin Tai to his feet and brought him over that he managed to stand up, embracing his son and breaking down in tears.
I heard that Lin Tai's mother had fainted from the stress and was taken to a nearby hospital.
Lin Tai's father was the Hospital Director, so Lin Tai didn’t need to be sent to the hospital; he was brought directly to him. This was what he had hoped for. Chi Xinrong, Fatty, Qin Jian, and I silently watched this father-son pair who had almost been separated by death, feeling a mix of emotions that left us unsure of how to react.
“He was like a sleepwalker, completely unaware of where he was or what he was doing. I switched shifts with his mother to keep watch, but he still slipped out of the house and climbed up to the top of the Dingsheng Tower…” Uncle Lin gazed mistily at the towering building, still shaken by fear. He held Lin Tai even tighter, terrified that he might slip away again.
I could see that Lin Tai was in bad shape. His complexion was pale, his eyes vacant, and his limbs stiff. If I wasn’t mistaken, his Three Souls and Seven Spirits were in disarray. A person without a soul resembled a lifeless puppet—without consciousness or awareness. How did he even make it to the rooftop?
Uncle Lin finally noticed my presence. He nodded at me, signaling for all of us to get into the car; he had something to say.
Qin Jian couldn’t join us; he needed to drive this broken car back.
The three of us got into Uncle Lin’s car, with Chi Xinrong taking the driver’s seat without hesitation. I sat in the back with Uncle Lin, sandwiching Lin Tai between us, while Fatty took the passenger seat.
The car moved slowly forward.
In Chi Xinrong’s words, this car was a level above Chiang’s vehicle, with performance that was simply outstanding.
“Who was that Ma Qi just now? I’ve never seen him before!”
Chi Xinrong was curious about everything and didn’t let Qin Jian escape his scrutiny.
“That’s Qin Jian, a new friend of mine.”
“With you around, you can make such good friends? That’s impressive.” I thought to myself; Chi Xinrong should really tone it down. This wasn’t the right moment for jokes—look at the situation with the Lin family!
As the words were on the tip of my tongue, what came out instead was, "Focus on driving; I don't want anything else to happen."
Chi Xinrong fell silent, likely angry with me. I didn't have time to worry about her; my mind was solely focused on Lin Tai. I tried to grasp his hand and instructed Uncle Lin not to make a sound, no matter what he heard or saw. Then I slightly closed my eyes, centering my thoughts.
This was my way of sensing things face to face.
It often happened in the dead of night when I could hear sounds that others couldn't and see things that were invisible to others. My grandfather had a particularly strong sense of perception; if there were supernatural events, I could feel something terrifying emanating from the other person.
I knew my grandfather wasn't boasting because I had personally experienced strange occurrences.
Once, the elderly woman next door passed away, and it wasn't until her house began to smell that anyone discovered it. To an ordinary person, it seemed she had simply aged and succumbed to bodily decline, but I heard her voice.
Then my grandfather handed me the clothes she usually wore and urged me to focus, blocking out distractions to sense what had happened.
Indeed, I sensed the events surrounding that old woman.
She had been knocked down by a burglar who broke into her home, suffered a stroke, and never got back up until her death.
When the thief was caught, the neighbors didn't thank me; instead, they treated me like a monster and avoided me. Only Uncle Zhang, who played the suona, didn't mind and affectionately called me "Seven." He always thought of me whenever there was something tasty around, which contributed to my weight gain.
Now, I sensed something unusual; a gray-brown mist appeared before me. A path ran between rows of trees, leading into a fog that enveloped everything around it. The chill intensified, as if a cold wind was blowing from somewhere directly into my neck.
I shivered and pulled my neck in closer.
I called into the depths of the mist, "Lin Tai."
In reality, I shouted out loud. The reason I instructed Uncle Lin and the others not to pay attention to my movements was precisely for this reason.
The fog was thick; however, I didn't feel its dampness on my skin—only that chilling sensation penetrating deep into my bones, sending shivers down my spine.
I gritted my teeth, enduring the bone-chilling cold. With a flick of my fingers and a chant of incantation, the talisman ignited, momentarily illuminating the surroundings. Shadows danced in the mist—black, gray, and white.
These spirits were not enough to intimidate me.
I continued forward, the sound of my footsteps crunching softly. The fog was like an impenetrable barrier, cutting off my communication with Lin Tai. I recited another incantation, stamped my foot, and executed the Pangu Formula. The mist parted, revealing a figure curled up at the end of the path.
I approached him step by step.
The way he was curled up was awkward, as if he had flipped over and was propping himself up with his limbs. His appearance reminded me of Ouyang Feng practicing his toad technique in The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Yes, he looked just about ready to puff out his cheeks.
“Lin Tai?”
“Who are you? Don’t come near me; this is the only safe place.”
“You're mistaken. Is isolating yourself in a world cut off from everything else really safe?”
Lin Tai swallowed hard; I could hear the gulp from a distance. He nervously glanced around, trying to appear calm. “I have the toad technique; don’t come any closer.”
“Stop being so stubborn. In your state, you’re just making it easy for evil entities to use you. Do you know they almost killed you?”
Lin Tai's eyes darted suspiciously as he regarded me. “They are my friends! Who are you? How did you get in here?”
“I’m your friend, and I’m also a friend of Chiang and Yuyaya.” Mentioning Yuyaya and Chiang was my way of testing who he truly feared.
“No, no! It’s not me! I didn’t do anything!” Lin Tai suddenly broke from his toad-like stance, regained his composure, and bolted.
“Lin Tai, you can’t escape! This is a world you created for yourself; unless I guide you, there’s no way out.” I reached out my hand, striving to maintain a friendly smile.
Lin Tai ran for a while before finally stopping, as if he sensed that there was no way to escape.
He was running, while I stood still, and eventually, he appeared right in front of me.
This was the sealed personal world space.
Lin Tai seemed to realize that I meant no harm and took a step closer. I extended my hand, and he did the same.
Just then, a cold laugh echoed between us as another person appeared.
Yezi?
"No, she is not Yezi; she is a demon." Lin Tai was terrified, retracting his outstretched hand and nervously turning to run away.
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