Yet the instant Fan Cheng gripped the doll, an unbelievable emotion surged through him.
A young child's voice appeared in his mind!
Who was speaking?
Was it this thing?
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.
But when he concentrated on the voice inside him again, this time, he finally heard it clearly...
"So pitiful!"
"So pitiful!"
"So pitiful..."
It was... a little boy's voice!
What made it extremely eerie was that although the voice was saying "so pitiful," Fan Cheng could hear no emotion suggesting it actually found him pitiful. That eerie boy's voice merely repeated those words mechanically, in a high-pitched tone.
"So pitiful!"
Just what... had Qin Manjiang given me?
Fan Cheng was a little frightened. The mental pressure this doll put on him was actually greater than that from Liu Junyan, who was about to take his life.
By then, Liu Junyan had pushed open the front door. Bright light streamed inside, 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 in tears. "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 his knife, a vicious gleam in his eyes, and plunged it toward Fan Cheng's heart!
Fan Cheng's pupils slowly contracted. Instinctively, he said inwardly, Help me!
The doll in his hand suddenly smiled like a