The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 73

[Shock, a baby’s corpse suddenly appeared on the wall of a university classroom. The woman who discarded the baby turned out to be a young girl from the countryside. Is this a moral degeneration or a distortion of human nature? What drove a simple and innocent country girl to commit such a horrific act? KFC V me 50, and I will explain privately.]

[The clickbait title dog is at it again.]

[The village girl who last time hid a man behind Dr. Chu’s back, this time had a child behind his back. Let’s sympathize with Dr. Chu for ten seconds.]

[Dr. Chu: Woman, what other surprises do you have that I don’t know about?]

The dried baby corpse got closer and closer to Qing Li, its eyes glowing more and more evilly.

“Mommy, don’t abandon baby…”

Its voice was too bewitching. In its pitiful cries, those with weak wills could easily be influenced, thinking Qing Li was really its mother.

“My dear child, are you really my beloved son?”

Qing Li’s eyes were dazed. Once clear, her eyes were now filled with maternal love.

“Mommy, I am your baby.”

The dried baby corpse was only a few inches away from Qing Li.

It wanted to use Qing Li as a host, to crawl into her womb as a warm nest for incubation.

Seeing Qing Li being bewitched by its voice and losing her mind, its eyes gradually became greedy and evil.

“My dear son, come to mommy’s arms.”

Tears filled Qing Li’s eyes as she opened her arms.

The baby corpse also lifted its tiny arms, reaching out its hands towards Qing Li.

This scene… if one ignored that the baby was a horrifying, ugly corpse, it actually looked like a tender moment of maternal affection and filial piety.

However, the next second—

Qing Li directly grabbed the head of the baby corpse and crushed it with her fingers.

Maternal love is like a mountain… subject to landslides.

“My dear son, why is your head so fragile, shattering at a single touch?”

Qing Li’s eyes were devoid of warmth, the previous tears seemed like a fleeting illusion.

The baby corpse, with its head crushed, struggled with its limbs and screamed in a cold and harsh voice: “Why… why are you not bewitched by me?”

Qing Li seriously said: “Because I am so beautiful, I would never give birth to such an ugly ghost like you.”

Finally, Qing Li took out a fire talisman and attached it to the body of the infant corpse, which immediately burst into flames and gradually turned into a pile of ashes.

The graffiti on the wall returned to its original appearance but still exuded an ominous aura.

But Qing Li knew that there must be many such graffiti in this school, misleading students into committing suicide. They then use the ghosts of these students to transform into killing machines, carrying out a brutal massacre in the school.

However, Qing Li couldn’t understand why they chose this school.

It seemed necessary to find Xia Yao.

At that moment, Qing Li suddenly remembered the third hint: the Pen Spirit.

The system wouldn’t give such a hint for no reason.

The Pen Spirit must know something.

So, Qing Li sat at the old desk, asked the system for a sheet of A4 paper, shamelessly borrowed a fountain pen, and began to murmur softly:

“Pen Spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present. If you wish to continue our fate, please draw a circle…”

In the quiet classroom, a sudden gust of wind swept through.

The lights on the classroom ceiling flickered on and off, and a dark shadow appeared on the wall, slowly approaching Qing Li.

She was coming…

The viewers in the live stream couldn’t see the actual form of the Pen Spirit, but they could see its shadow on the wall, eventually stopping opposite Qing Li, sending shivers down their spines.

For the sake of the live broadcast, Qing Li made a hand gesture, and the true face of the Pen Spirit suddenly appeared on the camera, unfiltered, giving the viewers a vivid experience.

The live stream was filled with continuous screams…

?Such a wicked act, definitely something a spoiled village girl would do.?

?Village girl, you’ve lost your rocket…?

?Sob sob, I was secretly watching the live stream late at night, and I got so scared that I suddenly screamed, waking up my mom. She rushed over and slapped me twice.?

?Mother’s love is like a fan.?

?You should be glad your mom didn’t just explode your head like the village girl.?

?If you put it that way, I think my mom is really gentle!?

In the camera of the live stream, a woman covered in blood was sitting in front of Qing Li.

She was looking down, her messy long hair covering her face, her blood-drenched hands were holding Qing Li’s, then slowly moved, drawing a crooked ? on the white paper.

From Qing Li’s perspective, although the face of the Pen Spirit was unclear, her mutilated neck was visible.

Could she be Fan Hua?

Recalling Fan Hua’s method of suicide, Qing Li speculated.

“Pen Spirit, are you Fan Hua?” Qing Li asked the first question.

A bloody hand maneuvered the pen, drawing a checkmark on the white paper, confirming Qing Li’s guess.

“Pen Spirit, what are the winning numbers for the next lottery?” Qing Li asked the second question.

Pen Spirit: “…”

“It seems you don’t know everything, then let me ask a simpler question!”

Qing Li curled her lips, quite interested in this ghostly Pen Fairy. Although it was not a high-level spirit, it could glimpse into some mysteries of the universe.

“Pen Spirit, do you know the secrets of the ten forbidden zones?” Qing Li asked her third question.

Pen Spirit: “…”

Is this a simple question?

At this moment, the hand of Pen Spirit that Qing Li was holding began to loosen, trying to escape.

But Qing Li quickly grasped it tighter and directly asked the fourth question: “Pen Spirit, since you didn’t answer the first two questions, you can’t remain silent on this one. Where is Xia Yao?”

“Snap—”

The fountain pen broke.

Cannot say, cannot say, cannot say…

Pen Spirit’s body began to convulse uncontrollably. Her neck twisted back and forth as if in great terror, her blood-red eyes widened, revealing her ferocious and terrifying face.

“I can’t answer your question, let go of your hand.”

A sinister, icy voice sounded. Pen Spirit wanted to flee, but her hand was tightly grasped by Qing Li, unable to pull away.

“Pen Spirit, since you’re here, let’s chat a bit more!”

Qing Li smiled, holding onto Pen Spirit with one hand.

In her other hand, she held a large hammer, an axe, a cleaver, scissors, and a chainsaw…

Pen Spirit: “…”

Is this a conversation or an interrogation?

She had such bad luck today, encountering strange and violent individuals.

First, a sleazy man, and now a violent, psychotic woman.

“Pen Spirit, why are your hands trembling? Are you scared by my enthusiasm?”

Qing Li tilted her head, her clear, innocent eyes radiating natural charm and cuteness – that is, if she wasn’t holding a large cleaver to Pen Spirit’s neck.

At this moment, Pen Spirit was not only trembling in her hands but all over her body.

Even though she was a red-clothed fierce ghost, she now seemed like a pitiful lamb awaiting slaughter.

Help, there’s a pervert here.