Chapter 241: Something Inside Xing He?!

Hearing Su Ming's voice, the voice on the other end of the phone seemed to calm a little.

We've found the backbone!

"Mr. Su, if you're still in Jiangzhou…"

"Could you come to my house?"

"Or… I could bring the child to you, that would work…"

"I… I really have no way out!"

Even across an unknown number of kilometers of signal, Su Ming could smell that intense whiff of despair.

What exactly happened to make this man, who barely managed to regain his spirit, feel uneasy again?

In Su Ming's mind, the image of that pale, frail little girl floated up—

Zhao Xinghe.

Back then that girl was diagnosed with leukemia.

He used a bottle of an improved version of Source Blood, snatching it back from the Yama King himself.

"Has the condition relapsed?"

Su Ming asked tentatively.

"No, it's not a disease…"

"If it were a disease, there would be clues to follow!"

Zhao Gang inhaled deeply, the chill in his voice spilling out through the receiver.

"Mr. Su, do you remember… what I mentioned to you last time?"

"I said, Xing He, that girl… has no shadow under her feet."

Su Ming's gaze tightened slightly.

Of course he remembered.

If this were before the altar's descent, it would be the opening of a horror film.

It couldn't be taken seriously; at most it would be a 'Science Close-Up' series.

But in today's world, the streets are full of demons and monsters.

Horns on heads, three heads and six arms are considered commonplace.

Losing a shadow, that's not a big problem.

"Back then it truly was just no shadow."

Zhao Gang swallowed saliva, speaking at a breakneck pace.

"But recently… something's even more off!"

"It's getting more and more bizarre!"

"At first, household items would inexplicably shift positions."

"Cups, books, clearly placed at the table's edge, would in the blink of an eye end up in the middle, as if someone had casually moved them."

"At first we didn't think much of it, assuming our memory was poor."

"But later…"

A brief dead silence fell on the other end of the phone, followed by an even more suppressed voice.

"In the middle of the night… we could hear someone chatting in Xing He's room!"

"It wasn't self-talk, nor sleep talking!"

"It was two people! Really!"

"The tone… was as if another person was asking, and Xing He was answering!"

"Sometimes, they even seemed to argue over disagreements!"

"But I quietly pushed the door open, turned on the light and saw…"

"Inside, only Xing He was sleeping soundly, not even a single mosquito!"

"I even wondered at the time whether I was mentally collapsing and hallucinating."

"But Xing He's mother also heard it! Both of them hallucinating? The odds must be lower than winning the lottery, right?"

In the cabin, Su Ming remained silent.

His fingertips lightly tapped his knee, the rhythm a bit fast.

This matter…

Is getting interesting.

Schizophrenia?

Can't explain the disappearing shadow and object displacement.

A prank?

He had met Zhao Xinghe's child; she was obedient and sensible, not the kind of brat who pretends to be supernatural to scare her parents.

What on earth is going on?!

Could it be that some filthy thing actually moved into their house?

"The most terrifying part… is eating!"

Zhao Gang inhaled deeply, almost unable to hold back.

"Mr. Su, can you imagine?"

"Before, Xing He ate very daintily, with a cat-like appetite; she couldn't finish even a small bowl."

"But these past few days, her food intake has become frighteningly huge!"

"And… and every time she eats…"

Clearly, she only has a set of bowls and chopsticks in her hand, only one mouth moving.

But I and her mother heard it perfectly clear…

That was the sound of two pairs of chopsticks hitting a bowl!

Da, da…

Da, da…

Zhao Gang on the other end of the phone mimicked that sound.

In the quiet cabin, this dull onomatopoeia became increasingly terrifying.

It's as if… there's an unseen person sitting next to her.

Or even… sitting inside her body, fighting her for food!

We've probed around, but Xing He herself has no idea!

She thinks she's perfectly normal, even believes her improved appetite means her body is great.

Mr. Su… besides the three of us, there's definitely an invisible thing living in the house!

It… it's watching us!

Su Ming fell silent.

He turned his head to look out the window; the sun shone brightly, the sea of clouds churned.

But a cold, damp chill crawled up his spine.

This horror isn't a visual shock of flesh and blood flying.

It's that the once‑warm daily life was suddenly torn open, revealing the absurd Rotting truth beneath.

An invisible roommate?

A vanished shadow?

A ghost stealing her meals?

First, stay steady.

Su Ming's voice was steady, like a potent sedative, striking directly into Zhao Gang's main artery.

I can't get back in a short time.

Remember, as long as Xing He shows no obvious aggression, treat it as if nothing happened.

Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink.

Since that thing is willing to fight her for food… it means it hasn't planned to overturn the table, maybe even it's friendly!

When I finish my business and return, I'll go to you at once.

He hung up, staring at the darkening phone screen, Su Ming's brows slightly furrowed.

Is this really a side effect of Source Blood?

The thought just surfaced, and he instantly snuffed it out.

Impossible!

He himself drinks Source Blood as water; Wang Dongfeng, the Awakening of Insects, and those people have also been given it by him.

If this side effect truly exists…

Then around him should be at least one invisible brother of Reinforced Rank, already making drums roar and firecrackers crack.

Since it's not a medicine issue…

Then the problem still lies in the person?!

A special Qualified Person awakening? What kind of underworld ability does this awakening grant? Buy one get one?

Su Ming shook his head, temporarily burying the matter in his heart.

The shadow vanished…

After dealing with those scraps of Sakura Country, I'll go back and take a good look!

Mr. Su!

Suddenly, Wang Dongfeng let out a startled cry.

"What? Is it arriving?"

Su Ming snapped back, his body leaning forward.

"Quick! Look down!"

Down?!

At this moment, the plane had pierced the thick clouds and began a steep descent.

The view cleared suddenly.

This is the junction of International Waters and Territorial Waters.

Further ahead lies the border of Sakura Country.

However.

When Su Ming's gaze touched the sea below, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This…"

That's not the sea at all!

The deep blue sea I remembered now showed a nauseating yellow‑brown hue.

Viscous, murky, deadly silent.

Like a pot of long‑stewed, already fermenting and spoiled corpse water!

And atop that undulating yellow‑brown corpse water…

Countless black specks floated densely.

At first glance, it looked like leaking crude oil, or some kind of heap of ocean garbage.

But as the plane's altitude lowered further, it became clear.

They were each…

Round, water‑soaked, whitened and swollen objects.

At first glance they looked like buoys.

But on closer inspection…

They damn even more looked like faces!

Thousands upon thousands!

Even more!

They were like that, facing upward, eyes closed, expressions twisted and stiff.

With those lifeless waves, again and again…

Tirelessly crashing against the coast of Sakura Country!

As if that were…

A blood‑flesh barrier constructed by the dead, the most disgusting!

What the hell… is this?!