As blood sprayed, Shen Yuan's almost frenzied voice pierced the eardrums.
The force of her cuts was so great that after only a few violent strokes, her neck was nearly severed at the base.
Even after beheading herself, Shen Yuan's movements didn't stop. She reached straight for her severed neck.
The next moment, with a sharp tug, she pulled out a dark red strip of flesh shaped like a legless worm. Strange patterns were faintly visible on it.
There really was a bug!
Fu Qian stared at the scene and let out a long breath.
There was no denying it: things were getting stranger and stranger.
Shen Yuan, having finally put her obsession to rest, now stood rooted to the spot.
Yet the head she held wore an expression of relief.
As for the staff member, they had already collapsed to the ground and, from all their scratching, had nearly torn all the skin and flesh from their face.
The next moment, in Fu Qian's field of vision, that familiar dark red spread around the two of them.
Just like at the hospital last time, the surroundings quickly shifted.
In the blink of an eye, the museum had lost its former cleanliness and become dilapidated all around.
"Looks like this really is a way to enter this world."
Fu Qian muttered to himself.
It seemed that a collapse of perception triggered this transition.
It would certainly be more convenient if he could do it himself.
Unfortunately, leaving aside whether he was different from the others, even if he wasn't, his capacity for acceptance made it difficult for him to suffer a collapse of perception.
So the idea wasn't very practical.
As he thought, he looked around. Since it wasn't raining yet, visibility inside the building was even better than it