"Hold your breath!"
The man barked the warning under his breath.
Xu Yanxing's gaze sharpened. The roses rose into the air as though an unseen person had picked them up, then drifted toward them.
"Whoosh—!"
The roses stopped in front of the two men.
A cloud of pink pollen sprayed from the flowers and brushed gently against the man's face.
Instantly.
The right half of his face reddened, swelled, and festered at a visible rate. Then the abscesses burst, sprouting a layer of moss that resembled fine fuzz.
It looked disgusting and hideous.
But the man made no sound. He kept his mouth tightly shut and held his breath, refusing to make the slightest noise.
Xu Yanxing immediately understood.
The pollen could probably enter the body through breathing. If it took root and sprouted in the internal organs... the mere thought was unbearable!
Still.
Holding his breath could keep it out.
Apparently, this was more than just pollen. It also carried some kind of rule.
"Mmph—"
With his hands bound behind his back, the man could barely move. All he could do was keep signaling to Xu Yanxing with his eyes, urging him to get rid of the roses.
He was just an ordinary person now.
He couldn't hold his breath for long. Sooner or later, instinct would force him to breathe.
Xu Yanxing hesitated.
He knew nothing about this damned thing, but as a recorder at the institute, the man clearly knew these evil spirits well. Without his warning earlier, Xu Yanxing would have been the one covered in sores.
Besides.
He really did need the man to guide him and explain the institute's situation.
With an insider's help.
His chances of getting out would improve.
And.
He was holding his breath too. Though he could move and might