Just being stared at like this was enough for Lu Mi to understand how terrified Yu Qingchen must have been that night.
It was a horrifying gaze, one that threatened to tear a person apart and devour them without leaving a scrap.
"What do you want? Do you want me to say I love you?"
Lu Mi spoke, trying to stall him, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the doll beside the thesis on the bed: Little Xun.
Little Xun seemed never to have harmed them. If Little Ma represented Zheng Sinian, then Little Xun should correspond to Yu Qingchen.
He hoped Little Xun could give them some information. After all, their current situation was very unfavorable.
But the doll simply lay there quietly, without any reaction.
No.
Lu Mi remembered laying the doll flat on its back.
Yet now, those button eyes were turned eerily toward the cemetery outside the window.
Zheng Sinian slowly pulled the door shut. "Originally, all you had to do was drink the water like good children and turn painlessly into sculptures to keep Qingchen company."
"I never expected you to be so disobedient..." His gaze shifted between Lu Mi and Cheng Cheng, as though choosing whom to kill first.
Lu Mi and Cheng Cheng exchanged a look.
The next second, Cheng Cheng unleashed all his Yellow Talismans. Countless immortal swords flew forth, instantly surrounding Zheng Sinian.
Lu Mi seized the opening, kicked open the unlocked door, and raced downstairs.
On the way, he saw an additional sculpture in the hallway-it was Zhang Wei.
Ever since Shen Yiwen had turned into a sculpture overnight, Lu Mi had been thinking about the cause. He had begun to suspect it had something to do with her scuffle outside the study with Zhu Tong,