Chapter 296: We Need to Communicate Properly, Not Fight Randomly
Chapter 38: We Need to Communicate Properly, Not Fight Randomly
As Qin Shou departed, Chen An and Chen Xi were the only two left in the orphanage’s small yard.
Chen Xi was lost in thought.
Chen An was watching her lost in thought.
After a short while, a few faint screams could be heard.
This was followed by a series of panicked footsteps.
Chen Xi’s blank eyes blinked, and then she waved her hands in the air a few times.
Chen An understood and held her hand.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Yet, Chen An knew what she was saying.
She was asking, “What’s wrong?”
Chen An replied, “It seems like a group of people are filming outside.”
“Filming?”
“Yes, filming.”
The girl was a little disbelieving, “Filming is this noisy now?”
“Perhaps it’s because the actors are quite dedicated. They feel bad if they don’t film it realistically.”
Perhaps this explanation was very convincing, as Chen Xi nodded and stopped probing.
However, she still frowned, “They’re so loud.”
The noisy chaos outside undoubtedly disturbed the rare time the girl and Chen An had to themselves.
This made her a little unhappy.
So Chen An thought for a moment, picked up a sturdy-looking fire poker from the ground, and stood up.
He looked at the girl’s soft hair, and suddenly reached out, messing it up into a messy bird’s nest.
“Then wait for me for a bit. I’ll go ask them to be quiet.”
The girl didn’t respond. She just took a small wooden comb from under her skirt and silently tidied her long hair.
Brother An always liked to tease her like this. When she was more withdrawn as a child, he would often bully her like this.
As she grew older, she got used to it, and couldn’t even be bothered to scold him.
It was useless to say anything anyway.
Chen An turned and walked towards the main gate of the orphanage.
A reminder came from behind him.
“Brother An, we need to communicate properly. Don’t fight with people randomly.”
Chen An’s footsteps paused, and he responded with a “Okay.”
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“Run!”
“Run fast!”
This was the only thought in the minds of those who could still run.
Their bodies were not entirely intact. Their exposed arms, or their entire legs, had been gnawed by those strange bloody hands.
Except for Zheng Qing and Lin Jingq.
A thin layer of emerald green barrier floated around them, and it was this barrier that protected them from the attack of the bloody hands.
But this was not a long-term solution.
Zheng Qing, who was responsible for maintaining the spell, was already feeling her spiritual energy rapidly draining.
In less than three minutes, they would suffer the same fate as everyone else, being mercilessly devoured.
Fortunately, that evil cultivator seemed to intentionally let them go, following them at a leisurely pace without resorting to any other means to stop their escape.
During this time, Wang Que and the others had tried shooting with guns, but the effect could only be described as negligible.
It only slightly delayed the evil cultivator’s pace.
It seemed that damaging the opponent with firearms was simply a fantasy.
They were like creatures living in different dimensions, with an insurmountable gap between them.
Suddenly, the fleeing girl let out a horrified cry. She had already been trembling with fear, and now she stumbled and fell straight to the ground.
She clutched her scraped knee, and piercing pain shot up.
Worse still, she seemed to have sprained her ankle and would be unable to move for a while.
Zheng Qing cried out in alarm and quickly stopped, returning to Lin Jingq’s side.
And in this short delay, the bloody hands that had been following closely caught up, their dense, terrifying mouths faintly visible.
Zheng Qing clasped her hands to form a seal, and a towering tree appeared out of thin air, strengthening the emerald green barrier around them.
It blocked the grotesque and terrifying bloody hands for them.
Seeing this, the others ran even faster.
They showed no intention of helping.
In the face of life and death, who cared about others?
Only the burly man named Zhang Yong had a fierce glint in his eyes.
He turned abruptly, wanting to pull Zheng Qing and the other girl up. But the next moment, countless bloody hands, like leeches, were about to climb onto his ankles.
Zhang Yong’s scalp tingled. The courage he had just mustered vanished completely, and he turned and continued to run towards the orphanage.
After all, compared to the hell on earth before them, the quietly standing orphanage was like the only pure land in the world.
As the bloody hands pulled and surrounded her, Zheng Qing looked at Zhang Yong’s retreating figure, her heart aching, and despair filled her eyes.
She didn’t blame Zhang Yong, nor did she blame others for not intervening.
At this time, everyone was struggling to save themselves. Who could spare a hand?
Moreover, as ordinary people, they had no way to deal with these strange bloody hands.
“Senior Sister, don’t mind me. You should go quickly.”
The girl’s eyes were filled with tears. She slumped desolately on the ground, uselessly rubbing her eye sockets.
She secretly cursed herself for meddling in this affair and potentially losing her life.
Wuwuwu.
She wished she hadn’t bothered with Chen An. Now, without even seeing him, she was about to return home, dying young…
And Chen An might not even be at the orphanage right now, perhaps off enjoying himself somewhere…
Lin Jingq sniffled. She was indeed more mature than her peers, but she was still just a young girl.
Faced with this scene, she was already in a state of panic.
Zheng Qing was much calmer. Although she knew the situation was grim, she still comforted her, “Xiaoqiu, don’t panic. The commotion this evil cultivator is causing is significant. Our Master must have noticed.”
“Besides, you can also use your spiritual energy. If we take turns activating this protective artifact, we might have a chance to survive until Master arrives.”
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On the other side, Wang Que and the others were still fleeing.
Fortunately, the orphanage and the small shop were close to each other, and they were about to dash inside.
But even if they escaped into the orphanage, would it really help?
Wang Que dared not think about the answer, nor did he want to.
Fear had already filled everyone’s hearts, preventing them from thinking calmly, leaving them only with the exhaustion of running.
Even though they all knew this was a trap set by the evil cultivator, they could only grit their teeth and go in.
Otherwise, the thick, foul-smelling bloody hands on the ground would swallow them whole.
The fleeing crowd stopped at the doorway of the orphanage.
Because at the gate stood a strange young man holding a wooden stick.
The stick was crooked and pitch black, making one wonder if it was just picked up from a stove.
The young man leaned against the doorframe, his expression calm, looking up at the blood-red sky.
Behind him, the old big iron gate was wide open.
(End of Chapter)
