Chapter 12
Realizing that Zhao Ying was not the one she was looking for, the Ghost Mother continued her patrol.
The main entrance of the library was locked from the inside, and an Anomaly had formed a barrier here-we simply couldn’t escape.
As Li Ye and I sprinted around, searching for an exit,
I heard a scream.
“Help-”
It was Cheng Jing, who had been hiding. For some reason, he had been caught by the Ghost Mother.
The Ghost Mother didn’t hurt Cheng Jing. Instead, she sniffed him all over, confused.
Seven Ghost Children screamed and wailed, struggling to climb up Cheng Jing’s pant legs, trying to reach the Ghost Mother’s arms.
“Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-”
“Waa-”
“Ah-”
The seven Ghost Children, densely packed, crawled and squirmed over the Ghost Mother like worms.
The library’s Anomaly Value surged wildly, like a tidal wave crashing down on us.
Cheng Jing clung to her desperately, shouting hoarsely at me.
“Kill her now!
“Use the axe-aim for her head! Chop her head off!”
The Ghost Mother looked at Cheng Jing, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.
She opened her mouth-there wasn’t a single tooth inside. It was like a bottomless black hole.
“Cheng… Jing…”
[What is Green Tea hesitating for? The saint must die!]
[I think I heard the Ghost Mother call Cheng Jing’s name?]
[Chop her! Aim for the head!]
[This is so intense!]
[Green Tea has taken out the axe item!]
The axe was raised high. The Ghost Mother was held tightly by Cheng Jing, unable to move.
In the moonlight, I saw it clearly.
The connection between the Ghost Children and the Ghost Mother.
It wasn’t an umbilical cord.
It was an iron chain.