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Blood turned into jelly, internal organs into cotton; his flesh, bones, and skin progressively transformed into the rubber stuffing of a doll at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His vision blurred…

His consciousness scattered…

He faintly saw Yan Qingwen and Shen Mo rushing towards him, they were calling, screaming, but he couldn’t hear them… He could only watch their mouths opening and closing.

The conical knife piercing his chest was suddenly withdrawn.

Then, it was violently thrust in again! Once! Twice! Thrice!!!

Lun Ang’s body almost split into two halves, his fingers finally let go— Mary’s head fell to the ground, and after rolling a few times, her face turned upwards, revealing a strange smile at him.

It seemed to be mocking his overconfidence.

“Lun Ang!!!” Yan Qingwen screamed uncontrollably!

The once sturdy and robust body toppled right before their eyes, weak and fragile, as if even a gust of wind could blow it away… All around were sticky jelly and red-dyed cotton.

And the metal skeleton he had once been, was slowly standing back up behind him.

It had no head, and walked with the stumbling steps like a blind person, clumsily picking up its own head from the ground, attempting to return it to its neck.

Shen Mo grabbed Yan Qingwen, “Let’s go!”

Yan Qingwen stood there blankly, staring at the doll remains on the ground, not moving.

Shen Mo jerked him once, twice, forcibly dragging Yan Qingwen away!

Not far away, Tan Xiao and Yu Yaqing came back to their senses and started running, but the gruesome manner of Lun Ang’s death was imprinted deeply in each of their minds…

…

Bai Youwei witnessed everything from the tower’s top.

She felt suffocated, as if an invisible hand was covering her mouth and nose; it was so uncomfortable that she could not breathe.

Sitting slowly on the ground, she closed her eyes.

Lun Ang was dead.

So…they were still wrong.

Even after decapitating Mary, they still couldn’t kill her.

Where is the mistake?

What must they do in order to win?

Her mind was in chaos, her thoughts entangled like a mess. She couldn’t think clearly!

What must they do to win?!

How?!!

Footsteps suddenly echoed, she opened her eyes and looked towards the stairs.

Shen Fei was slowly walking up.

“Why are you here?” Bai Youwei furrowed her brow, wasn’t Shen Fei supposed to stay downstairs?

“I heard Brother Yan’s voice…” Shen Fei looked at her, hesitatingly asked, “About Lun Ang, did he…”

Bai Youwei lowered her eyes, saying softly, “See it for yourself.”

Shen Fei hesitated for a moment, then walked to the railing to look towards the carousel.

Mary had attached her head back.

She did not seek revenge on the players but instead found her cat first, then took it back to the carousel, took out her needle and thread, and continued sewing the cat.

Indeed, she was not in any hurry.

Because these players were helpless against her, except awaiting death, they couldn’t do anything.

After ten minutes, Mary and her cat fell asleep again.

At this point, they had less than two hours left before the next nightfall.

Actually, if they hurried, two hours was not short. A lot could be done in two hours, provided hope remained and courage as well.

For them right now, the fate of Lun Ang was like a heavy blow, leaving them all dazed.

The one only unaffected was probably Shen Mo.

He calmly found a hiding spot, led the group into hiding, had Yu Yaqing and Tan Xiao look after Yan Qingwen, then left for the Clock Tower to bring back Shen Fei and Bai Youwei.

“Are we all hiding together now? Is that okay?” Shen Fei asked, feeling worried.

“It won’t matter.” Bai Youwei leaned against the wall, speaking faintly, “Mary is busy with her dolls. Tonight, she probably won’t have time to come looking for us.”

Everyone was silent.

The moment to rest brought no relief to their hearts.

In a low voice, Yu Yaqing asked, “What should we do next?”