382: Chapter 380: Late Night Storytelling (Part 2) 382: Chapter 380: Late Night Storytelling (Part 2) Xiong Ying was running on the road; there were no cars so he could run freely, darting through the streets and alleys like a red and blue whirlwind.
As he neared his destination, he could sense the target’s helplessness and growing fear, a degree of fright he seldom encountered in victims before.
At that mont, rescuing was the only thought in Xiong Ying’s mind.
With a trail of dust, Xiong Ying stopped beneath a building and looked up, locking onto the target’s floor, then leaped up, clinging to the wall and began to climb at an extrely fast pace.
He had no ti to slowly ascend the stairs—when rescuing, every second counted!
anwhile, at the city center of Qingchuan City, within a black sports car, Zhangsun Jing put down his phone and said to Wen Wen, “The informant reported a red figure rushing towards the city center very quickly; that must be Little Dragon Knight.”
“The city center…
isn’t this the city center?
If his target is the city center, does that an sothing has happened or is about to happen here, and we don’t know about it?”
Wen Wen’s face looked sowhat grim as he stepped out of the car, his body floated up into the sky, and he stood atop the tallest nearby building, leaving Zhangsun Jing behind.
Zhangsun Jing glanced in the direction Wen Wen had left and sighed as he pursued him; he wanted to have a direct conversation with ‘Little Dragon Knight,’ so he couldn’t afford to lose sight of Wen Wen.
To find the Little Dragon Knight, the most convenient and quick way was to use Tao Qingqing’s power to summon a large group of bats and search the area carpet-style.
However, Tao Qingqing was currently upgrading, and Wen Wen did not want to disrupt her progression by using her power.
Fortunately, they had previously captured many demons, including so with tracking abilities.
Wen Wen tapped his wrist and switched to the body of the Panic Demon.
The Panic Demon was a Disaster Level demon that fed on human fear, hence possessing the ability to track it.
The range of this tracking was quite vast; if lucky, the area with the densest fear nearby would be where the Little Dragon Knight was about to appear.
Upon activating the power, a chaotic maelstrom of emotions began to assault Wen Wen’s senses from all directions.
Touch, sll, hearing, intuition—all his senses were filled with intense emotions, among which Wen Wen sifted through to locate one of the most primal of human emotions…
fear!
About two minutes later, Wen Wen opened his eyes and smiled in one direction—he had sensed it!
His body then levitated, propelled by a burst of purple-black energy as he flew in that direction.
Zhangsun Jing had just breathlessly reached the rooftop and watched despairingly as Wen Wen soared away; at that mont, he felt a strong desire to advance to the ‘Assimilation’ Realm.
At least, after advancing, he wouldn’t always be left in the dust by other Assimilation powerhouses…
It must be said, the Faceless Demon’s ability was quite useful; it could be used to enhance oneself, manipulate objects, or even launch attacks.
This was the most versatile energy Wen Wen had discovered so far; he could fly without wings, all thanks to this power’s exhilaration.
As long as Wen Wen could imagine it, he could apply this energy anywhere, even using this energy to make a bathroom visit smoother.
But it was precisely because of its powerful versatility that it failed to excel in any particular area, making it difficult to compete directly with other Disaster Interdiate Sequence powerhouses without imitating them.
…
After ng Chun finished his story, a woman whom ng Chun found familiar but whose na he couldn’t recall stepped forward, pushing the stiff-bodied ng Chun aside.
“ng Chun has finished his story, so let tell one too, which also relates to this building.
It all started four years ago when I was just an ordinary employee working on this floor…”
The woman used first-person narration to tell her story, which gave her words a strong sense of imrsion.
Her story continued from ng Chun’s, but she narrated it from the perspective of the audience.
As the story progressed to a point where all their audience had been killed by a male employee, a new developnt followed.
“After we died, our souls road here, loneliness and emptiness eroding our sanity, but with this floor sealed off, we could only wander alone.”
“We always hoped that one day, soone would tell us ghost stories, just like four years ago, and we would listen quietly…”
Listening to the woman’s story, ng Chun’s body stiffened even more.
He suddenly realized that from the mont he chose to start telling ghost stories, things were already out of control.
His previously told ghost stories weren’t just based on hearsay, he had indeed investigated the history of this building, and those ghost stories were adaptations of actual events that had happened here!
ng Chun originally wanted to use his ghost stories to frighten his colleagues, never expecting that it would truly frighten them, but it seed he had also attracted sothing that should not have appeared!
Among the few dozen people sitting here, probably only his dozen colleagues were alive.
As for the others…
they were all deceased from this building!
“No, maybe there aren’t that many alive, perhaps in the beginning I was the only one working overti here…” The more ng Chun thought about it, the colder he felt, starting to worry that he might not make it out alive today.
Next, the entire office seed to turn into a competition venue for ghost stories as one person after another stood in the middle to relay spine-chilling tales.
Their ghost-telling skills were not clever.
Their stories were extrely stiff, but their words were even more terrifying because they seed more like recounting their own personal experiences!
Surrounded by these people, ng Chun couldn’t even run because he didn’t know whether the beings sitting behind him were human or sothing else.
Moreover, listening to stories here might be the safest option, who knows what terrifying things they’d do if they weren’t telling their tales.
So ng Chun silently prayed, hoping soone would co to rescue them, even though he knew the chances were slim, but he had to pray.
The storytellers rotated one after another, a trembling figure was pushed by others, and walked into the center.
“I…
I’ll tell everyone a ghost story.”
Seeing the person step forward, ng Chun felt sowhat relieved because the person had a scary-looking facial mask on; she should be Li iqi, indicating not only ng Chun was alive among this group of people.
But soon, ng Chun’s heart rose to his throat because Li iqi could not tell ghost stories, she only listened!
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