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Chapter 395: Chapter 307: Tricky Silk – The Unknown Behind Is the Most Terrifying (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

The dwarf was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of grey-white shorts.

His limbs were somewhat stiff as he silently stood up straight, his head tilted forty-five degrees to the left, gazing vacantly at the silhouette of Tian Xiaoxia.

Afterward, the dwarf with purple skin crawled onto the bed. His body was light, but the act of scuttling up using his hands and feet still made the large bed shake.

Tian Xiaoxia, sitting on the edge of the bed, was slightly startled. She immediately felt the bed trembling and turned around in astonishment to see a dwarf with completely purple skin that had crawled behind her.

The man’s pupils were grey-white, his head tilted, his face expressionless as he reached out to grab her.

Because he was so close, Tian Xiaoxia only just saw the terrifying dwarf and had no time to react before he caught her elbow.

“Ah—”

A sharp scream echoed throughout the entire house, and could even be clearly heard in the staircase corridor.

…

Underground Space.

Rock felt that he was starting to lose control, his eyes turning toward the Stone of Fear in Yan Junze’s hand.

At that moment, the black within the Stone of Fear seemed like ink pouring in from the outside world, quickly filling up the entire interior of the stone.

Not only the stone’s vein-like branches, but the whole space had also been overtaken by black.

Although the black representing the Fear Value was not too dense, it was increasing every moment, accumulating endlessly as if it would never stop.

Rock was very aware that the genesis of fear also occurred in stages.

As an expert in controlling Tricky Silk to scare people, he knew that targets generate a significant amount of fear during the process of being frightened. But once the scare is over or the fright has been delivered, this fear gradually decreases and may even vanish entirely.

Because most humans have a strong innate ability to recover, if the shock is too great or too intense, they might enter a state of shock and lose consciousness. Then they cannot be scared any further.

If such a situation were to occur, the Stone of Fear would no longer receive blackness. This would be against Rock’s desires.

Thus, although humans may be scared, they do not remain in a constant state of fear. Otherwise, their emergency protection mechanism would kick in, causing them to faint, and their feeling of fear would disappear outright.

For Rock, it was crucial in this competition to find the threshold of shock that keeps the target consistently frightened but not completely broken. This required a high degree of control skill and a balanced judgment of the emotions.

No matter what, this was a difficult feat to achieve.

But now, Rock discovered that he was witnessing this ideal state occurring because the Fear Value was continuously being poured into the Stone of Fear in Yan Junze’s hand, without a second’s delay, persistently.

That meant, at this moment, Yan Junze’s target was generating an unceasing, uninterrupted stream of fear, and the level of fear was not so great as to trigger a protective mechanism and lead to collapse.

The target was continuously being frightened, in a perpetual state of fear, yet had not lost consciousness. This was precisely why Rock was so astounded.

After all, controlling the degree of fright to such an extent was truly rare, so what was it? Was the method of scaring superior, or was Yan Junze’s ability to control the target’s fear exceptionally strong? Rock had no way of knowing.

Gaohe City.

At noon, the streets were bustling with people, and Zeng Shiyuo, who had run out onto the streets to search for his son, was becoming increasingly frantic.

Zeng Ziming had fled in such a hurry that he hadn’t taken his cell phone with him. With so many people around, it was completely unclear in which direction he had run off.

If Zeng Shiyuo could have seen the tall, thin strangeness like his son did, he would have immediately been able to determine the direction and chase after him. But now, the situation was quite the opposite.

Standing on the street, he was like a headless fly.

With no other options, he randomly chose a direction and walked swiftly down the street, looking around for a glimpse of his son.

He lifted his cell phone up and then put it down, up and then down, several times contemplating calling 4747 but ultimately restraining himself.

“Wait, just wait, there has to be a way,” Zeng Shiyuo kept admonishing himself not to be impulsive.

While searching for his son, he was also constantly turning his head to check behind him.

Whenever someone walked behind him with a blank face and a slightly stiff posture, he would immediately stop, deliberately circle around to the side or even behind the person to make sure he or she was not some real strangeness.

At the same time.

In an alley not far from here.

The alley was L-shaped, and a young man stood at the corner of the “L”, drenched in sweat and facing one of the alley’s exits, back against the wall, his pale face staring at the entrance of the alley.

This person was Zeng Ziming.

At this moment, his whole body was trembling, especially his legs, which were shaking violently, but he was still stubbornly supporting himself.

This position was very advantageous, not only allowing him to lean against the wall, no longer exposing his back, but also letting him observe the exits in both directions of the alley by simply turning his head.

No matter which direction the strangeness came from, he could escape in the other direction.

The thought had just arisen when a figure appeared at one end of the alley, turning in from the street and walking towards Zeng Ziming. This person was not the tall, thin, nude man who had been chasing him, but a clothed, average-sized man.

After the man entered the alley, he approached Zeng Ziming slowly and steadily, his pace not quickening, his arms swinging slightly, but not in a wide arc.

Zeng Ziming did not immediately move but stayed pressed against the wall, his gaze fixed on the man, daring not to look away.

His heartbeat had accelerated since the man appeared as if it were about to jump out of his throat, pounding against his chest, leaving him gasping for breath, making breathing extraordinarily difficult.

Large beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, which Zeng Ziming ignored, not even sparing the time to wipe them away, as doing so would inevitably block his sight, even if only for one or two seconds, but he could not allow this to happen and needed to keep his eyes on the man.

The man, expressionless, kept approaching, his steps normal.

At this moment, Zeng Ziming felt like he could hardly hold on any longer. He wanted to give up and turn to run away, but his mind kept silently admonishing him to hold on for two more seconds, just one more second, maybe the other person was just someone who lived nearby, a normal person, not a strangeness.

The man continued to approach, unhurried…

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters…

When the distance was only about five meters, Zeng Ziming could no longer hold out and collapsed in an instant. He was about to turn and run from the other exit when suddenly he saw the man’s face twist into a strange expression, casting a wary glance at him, and stopped in front of a door, took out a key, opened the door, and went in.

And the moment he went in, he immediately shut the door behind him.

“No, no, this person is not a strangeness.”

Zeng Ziming’s stretched nerves suddenly relaxed, and he gasped for air in great gulps, his face covered in sweat as if he had run a fifteen-kilometer marathon.

The next second, a voice came from the side, close at hand.

He turned his head naturally and then saw an old woman with loose, sagging skin, unclothed, only three or four steps away from him.

Because she was also barefoot, the noise she made stepping on a discarded newspaper on the ground alerted Zeng Ziming — in this direction, a strangeness could also approach him.

The old woman, her sparse white hair on top of her head, took another step forward, reaching out to grab Zeng Ziming’s shoulder.

Zeng Ziming screamed in terror, his whole body shuddered, and he fell to the ground with a slap, scrabbling on the ground feebly with his hands and feet, unable to stand up for a long time.

The old woman pursued him, bent over, with her mouth open, revealing a bare gum where her teeth should be, reaching down with her hand.

During this process, her spiny backbone could be seen arching high on her back, almost piercing through the skin.

Zeng Ziming was terrified, screaming wildly, kicking backward several times wildly, not knowing whether he hit anything, and finally managed to stand up and stumble toward the other exit, fleeing in a panic.

Meanwhile, standing on the street, Zeng Shiyuo’s phone suddenly rang, he looked at the caller ID, it was a call from his wife, and he immediately answered.

“Xiaoxia, what’s up? Has our son come back?”

Instead of his wife’s voice, a string of muffled speaking noises came through, none of the words were clear.

The sound seemed like a man whispering, the kind of low, hushed voice that’s close to the ear, and quite deep, as though it was a grown man speaking.

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