The old man tried to look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, but he found it impossible. His pupils seemed locked, forced to engage with those deep, well-like eyes.
In his mind, an ancient well appeared, and he involuntarily bent down to look into it.
The well was deep, with no bottom in sight, and it was so dark that it made one’s heart skip a beat.
This feeling of panic was like someone with a fear of heights being pushed out of an airplane. Looking down, there was no blue sea below but a black, ink-like eerie sea, completely calm, without a single wave.
At that moment, he even felt the suffocation of death!
In his mind, something was being pulled out, forgotten...
Suddenly, everything before him turned dark, and he fell straight to the ground.
Hua Jinyan didn’t glance at him again, but turned his attention to the little one still "playing soccer."
Little Taotie kicked the robot’s head off, smashing it into the robot’s chest, puncturing a large hole. When the robot’s head hit the ground, she stepped on it and with another kick, knocked off the robot’s arm.
One by one, with precise accuracy, until the robot was reduced to a heap of scrap metal.
Little Taotie’s eyes, containing galaxies and wrapped in mystery, suddenly shifted, locking onto the old man on the ground.
She stepped toward the old man, one step at a time.
Just as she was about to step onto the old man’s heart, a boy’s voice rang out, "You forgot, you need to accumulate Merit, you can’t kill people."
Little Taotie turned her head to look at him, the galaxies in her pupils spinning rapidly, each star seeming to break from its orbit. In an instant, the stars in her pupils scattered, her eye’s light collapsed, and in that moment of losing focus, she murmured softly, "Battle..."
Her eyelids drooped, and her body flopped down. Hua Jinyan quickly went forward and caught her.
He looked around at the mess and pondered how to clean up the aftermath.
Suddenly, a shadow rushed toward the old man on the ground, wildly swinging a chainsaw, filled with hatred.
Hua Jinyan frowned at him, waited a while, and then somewhat impatiently said, "That’s enough."
The Red Scarf Evil Spirit was taken aback, the black mist in his eyes gradually dissipating, returning to clarity. He looked at Hua Jinyan with confusion, "Kid, can you see me?"
Hua Jinyan looked at him indifferently, slowly extended his hand, and lifted his sleeve to reveal the Rainbow Relic.
"Don’t come any closer!" The Red Scarf Evil Spirit screamed, trembling as he backed away, the chainsaw in his hand silently falling to the ground.
Hua Jinyan said, "Talk, what happened, and how did you turn into an Evil Spirit?"
The Red Scarf Evil Spirit’s eyes were alternately all black and then clearly defined in black and white, struggling to control his Evil Thoughts, yet a sliver of sanity was still trying to restrain him.
Hua Jinyan said in a calm voice, "Time is limited, hurry up."
The Red Scarf Evil Spirit quickly began, "During the sports festival, our class won first place in the whole grade! The whole class organized activities, and the class leader suggested playing tabletop games and visiting the Haunted House. Some girls were scared to go to the Haunted House, so they played tabletop games in the game room, while those of us who were braver went to the Haunted House."
"Get to the point," Hua Jinyan said with a slightly impatient tone, his voice stern.
The Red Scarf Evil Spirit shuddered and immediately continued, "The Haunted House was scary at first, but it gradually became less so. We were searching for an exit in a cave, almost like an escape room. Just when we let our guard down, a large hole appeared in the ground. There was a slide that led to the basement, and some people slid down, but I and a few others dared not follow."