But the instant Fan Cheng gripped the doll, an unbelievable emotion surged up inside him.
A young child's voice appeared in his mind!
Who was speaking?
Was it the doll?
Liu Junyan was dragging Fan Cheng along. His injuries were so severe, and he had lost so much blood, that he even wondered whether he was hearing things.
However, when he concentrated and listened again to the voice inside him, this time, he finally heard it clearly...
"So pitiful!"
"So pitiful!"
"So pitiful..."
It was... a little boy's voice!
What was extremely eerie was that although the voice kept saying "so pitiful," Fan Cheng could hear absolutely no emotion suggesting it actually found him pitiful. That eerie boy's voice merely repeated those words mechanically in a high pitch.
"So pitiful!"
What exactly... had Qin Manjiang given me?
Fan Cheng was somewhat frightened. The mental pressure this doll placed on him was actually greater than that of Liu Junyan, who was about to take his life.
By then, Liu Junyan had pushed open the front door. Bright light streamed through the hall and into the room, illuminating everything clearly.
Fan Cheng looked at the doll in his hand, which looked almost exactly like Qin Manjiang. Suddenly!
The doll's mouth moved!
"Do you need my help?"
"Let me help you!"
The eerie boy's voice appeared in Fan Cheng's mind again.
Just then, after pushing open the front door and seeing daylight, Liu Junyan suddenly broke down crying. "It's too late... no!"
"It's your fault... it's all your fault!"
Liu Junyan whipped his head around and stared fixedly at the wretched Fan Cheng.
He raised the knife in his hand, a vicious gleam in his eyes, and plunged it toward Fan Cheng's heart!
Fan Cheng's pupils gradually contracted, and he instinctively said in