Baozi had left in too much of a hurry, only saying goodbye to Zhou Diao. When Huangfu Miaomiao learned the news, she practically jumped out of her skin.
Huangfu Miaomiao immediately told Ye Zheng about it.
Ye Zheng had been keeping watch on the first floor of the tower these past few days. Learning that Baozi had left Qingjiang City, she could not help feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
Although they truly had no use for him at the moment...
If they needed him someday and he was not around, it would be enough to make anyone anxious and furious.
Huangfu Miaomiao asked again, "How is Feng Ling doing today? Any movement?"
Ye Zheng let out an almost inaudible sigh and turned to look inside the tower. "...Same as always. She doesn't come out, doesn't speak, and doesn't even breathe. But there are more and more of those white threads."
They were not spider silk, but threads with a texture like extremely fine feathers. Strand after strand spread and grew from the hollow at the center of the tower's first floor—light, resilient, and covering nearly every inch of the floors, walls, and ceiling.
They resembled the wildly proliferating neural pathways of a living creature, or the dense aerial roots sprouting from plants in a damp environment, brimming with powerful, vigorous vitality.
Huangfu Miaomiao carefully approached the opening and peered toward the source of the white threads.
This spot had originally been the elevator shaft, leading directly to the underground Parking Lot. Now, the moment one approached, damp air rushed over them, as though an underground river had already flooded the depths below.
And in that dark, damp underground space grew a woman-shaped creature. Countless white appendages extended from her body. The thick ones tangled like Tree Roots, while the thin ones drifted