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Chapter 328: Chapter 278 Ugly Girl (Part 4)

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A person had walked for a while, quickly approaching the independent small building.@@novelbin@@

Yan Junze stood outside the building, shining his flashlight upwards, but there was no movement. The windows were covered in grime, making it impossible to see inside.

He recalled the mission information once again, the mission instructions indicated that he had to make Ugly Girl bravely face herself.

For Ugly Girl at present, it was precisely because she knew she was ugly and lacked confidence, that she used so much hair to cover her face. It was as if she was always in a state of not having enough hair.

As before, Yan Junze found a handy stone on the ground, flipped over the wooden railing, arrived at the small door in the tall wall, and smashed the lock with the stone.

Then, holding the flashlight in one hand and the sharp scissors in the other, he pushed the door open and walked into the high wall.

Ignoring everything else, he went straight to the slightly open door leading to the small building and pushed it open with a shove.

Standing at the doorway, he shone the flashlight around inside. The furnishings were almost all old and decrepit, two cabinets, a long table, and two chairs, with a dilapidated little stove in the middle of the room.

A chimney rested on top of the stove, but rather than extending outside, it released the smoke created by burning wood directly inside the room.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze felt as if he could smell the strong scent of smoke, unable to comprehend how the girl had lived like this for so many years.

Moreover, according to the descriptions from other residents of Wang Family Bay, the windows of this small building were rarely opened, usually closed all year round.

Perhaps the smoke was too choking, and Ugly Girl rarely used the little stove.

Yan Junze entered the house, confirming there was nothing unusual on the first floor of the small building, and the hair that had slipped from his feet the last time he entered had not appeared.

The room’s door seemed unable to close anymore, but Yan Junze did not bother with it, instead pointing his flashlight at the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

The staircase was simply constructed. Due to the narrowness of the building’s interior, there was only one corner; four steps up to the landing, then another ten steps to reach the second floor.

However, in that moment, Yan Junze had no immediate intention of ascending the stairs; he was shocked by what the flashlight revealed below.

All the stair treads were covered in a layer of black material which, upon closer look, turned out to be hair.

This hair was not broken but was all very long, as if it had been dragged down directly from the second floor, layering over all the steps completely.

Yan Junze believed that if he had arrived any later, in a few days, the first floor would also be covered in long hair from the second floor.

The dense mass of hair, starting from the first step right before his eyes up to every step, gave a strong visual impact although it lay still like dead matter.

Yan Junze suddenly felt very nauseated.

When he had a Semi-Spirit Body before, his consciousness was not clear, much like Back-faced Woman, and his sensations were neither as profound nor as intense.

After an inner struggle, Yan Junze still lifted his foot and tentatively placed it lightly on the first stair tread, feeling a rustling sound beneath his sole and his skin breaking out into goosebumps.

Yan Junze carefully examined his feet, the hair that was stepped on showed no anomalies; it did not wind around his ankle as he had imagined, nor did it quickly retract upwards.

He then looked up, shining the flashlight on several steps above, which also revealed no abnormalities.

Feeling slightly reassured, Yan Junze proceeded up the stairs, making sure each step was firm before moving to the next, with rustling sounds with every step that made him feel sick at heart.

And the higher he went, the thicker the hair underfoot seemed to become. However, reaching the midpoint of the staircase, it felt as though he was stepping on a thick carpet, still producing rustling sounds, but the sensation was unsettling for Yan Junze at this moment.

At the same instant.

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In the courtyard of Second Uncle Wang, Wang Tao was conversing with Director Wang Dafa. The second aunt had gone into the room to steep a cup of tea for Wang Dafa, who took it, blew on it twice, and sipped a little.

Although the second aunt was tending to others, her gaze remained on her daughter Mengmeng, who was tied up with rope in the middle of the courtyard.

The next second, the second aunt, who had been turning to look at Mengmeng, suddenly became startled. She noticed that Mengmeng had lowered her head without their knowing. Looking at the other children, all the girls over three years old had simultaneously frozen, heads down, staring blankly at the ground.

The younger girls, held in their mothers’ arms, seemed to have their eyes half-closed as if they had slipped into a semi-conscious state.

The mothers had all noticed this oddity and were gently shaking their children, calling out their names, but the atmosphere was oppressive, their voices subdued, emanating terror.

Wang Dafa, who had been drinking tea, quickly put down his cup and stood up with Wang Tao.

Wang Tao gestured for silence and they spread out, surrounding the 17 children, ready to intervene immediately if anything amiss was detected.

Seconds later, half of the children began to struggle, attempting to free their bound hands.

The younger children, still cradled by their mothers, started to act restlessly in their semi-consciousness, wriggling and making noises involuntarily.

The mothers remembered Yan Junze’s instruction and dared not call out their children’s names again. They held their daughters tight, terrified that the strangenesses would snatch them away.

Shortly after, all 17 children fell unconscious, their hands and feet twisting, trying to escape the confines of the ropes.

Two girls, about seven or eight years old, had their ropes loosened suddenly, on the verge of falling off.

Wang Dafa was taken aback and yelled at one of the flustered men nearby, “Wang Xiaolin, what the hell is going on? Didn’t you tie the rope tight?”

Wang Xiaolin was panicking and did not dare to approach, “I was scared… scared of hurting the child.”

Before Wang Dafa could curse out loud, Wang Tao had already rushed over and said to the man called Wang Xiaolin, “Hold your child, I’ll do the tying.”

Just then, another girl had broken free from the rope, her hands released, reaching for her own head, only to find nothing there but smooth skin.

Wang Dafa roared at the child’s parents, “Hold her down, I’ll do the tying!”

The parents, terrified, hurriedly went to hold their daughter, who was wildly tugging at her own head. The mother, who was closer, got her hair bitten by the girl who stretched out her neck. With a fierce shake of her head, a clump of hair was jerked off.

The mother, in both pain and shock, let out a piercing scream, and was replaced by the father holding the child. Wang Dafa charged over, picking up the rope to tie while saying to the other parents, “Keep a close watch on your own kids, don’t let them break free.”

The others were panic-stricken, eyeing their children closely, and the mothers holding the younger girls did so with all their might because they too had been shaved bald, and there was nothing the children could grab and pull.

Inside the standalone house.

Yan Junze had finally ascended the staircase and arrived on the second floor.

What he saw before him was shocking. In the flashlight’s beam, he saw that all of the furniture and the flooring on the second floor, including beds, beams, and the ceiling, were completely covered by masses of black hair, obscuring their original forms.

Hanging from a beam by the window was a pitch-black corpse, motionless. The flashlight illuminated it, revealing what appeared to be a long-sleeved gray garment. Thick hair sprawled out dragging on the floor, extending to all corners of the room.

Although the body of the woman corpse was visible, her face was obscured by copious strands of hair.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze was reminded once again of a saying that circulated among the residents of Wang Family Bay.

“Although that girl had been dead for a long time, her hair is still growing, relentlessly growing.”

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