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In the cellar, the atmosphere was as thick as solidified amber, stifling enough to make it hard to breathe. The face of the Black-hearted Grandpa loomed ominously, as if it had crawled out from the depths of a nightmare, sending chills down one’s spine.
Amidst this suffocating ambiance, an unexpected change occurred!
“Bang!”
A dull thud reverberated, causing dust to fall from the cellar’s ceiling. The chest of the Steam Mech, resembling a green plum, suddenly popped open a metallic hatch.
Exposed to the air was a Mechanical Heart, still faintly pulsating. This heart was composed of countless intricate gears and circuits, glowing with an eerie red light, resembling a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
Xiao Meng's eyes widened; the direction of this plot was more outrageous than any melodramatic soap opera!
Even more absurd was that the surface of the Mechanical Heart bore an inscription—“Manufactured by Lin Xiaoman.”
Lin Xiaoman? Wasn’t that the name of the green plum?
The weight of this revelation overwhelmed Xiao Meng; she felt her head might explode from confusion.
“What… what is this?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly.
Before she could process this shocking information, something even more astonishing happened.
“Boom!”
Another loud explosion echoed through the cellar.
Susi, who had been lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, suddenly had her remaining Mechanical Arm explode. Countless fragments shot out like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the walls with a clattering sound.
Among these shards, several larger pieces began to assemble themselves in a bizarre manner, forming a jumbled line of text.
“Three years ago… Qingmei… voluntarily… living anchor point…”
Living anchor point?
What did that mean?
Xiao Meng felt her mind racing; what kind of grand conspiracy was the Black-hearted Grandpa orchestrating? She instinctively glanced at the still-pulsating Mechanical Heart, as if seeking answers within it.
“Xiao Meng, don’t be dazed!” The voice of Sandglass Grandpa echoed in her mind, tinged with urgency. “Quick! Place your palm on the Mechanical Heart! Use your Witch Bloodline to purify it!”
Without hesitation, Xiao Meng reached out and gently pressed her palm against the cold surface of the Mechanical Heart.
The moment her hand made contact with the heart, a powerful surge of energy rushed into her body. Countless ancient runes seemed to come alive, emerging from her palm and intertwining into a mysterious pattern.
Then she felt her consciousness being drawn into an abyss, plunging into a bizarre world filled with strange sights.
Countless images flashed before her eyes like scenes from a moving carousel.
They were fragments of memories from numerous children!
She saw young Sunshine meticulously installing a Witch Script Chip that emitted an eerie glow into each Mechanical Puppet in a dark and damp underground training camp. Among those puppets was one that looked exactly like Qingmei!
“Quick! Insert the hourglass into its pupil!”
A youthful voice rang in her ears. She watched as young Sunshine shouted at the puppet resembling Qingmei, drenched in sweat.
What… what was happening?
Just as she grappled with confusion, the images suddenly began to blur.
Suddenly, she saw Sunshine violently tear off the chip from the back of his neck, and countless fragments of memories exploded in the air like a bomb. Those were images of Sunshine being reset three hundred times! With each reset, his gaze became more hollow and numb.
However, in the final fragment, Xiao Meng saw that before Sunshine had his memories reset, he had secretly modified the escape route's destination. He changed the endpoint to the Herb Shop in the Cellar, where Qingmei had disappeared! This meant that Sunshine had long known that Qingmei's disappearance was related to this Cellar! He deliberately allowed himself to be reset, then pretended to be nonchalant as he returned to Black-hearted Grandpa, waiting for an opportunity. Everything he did was to find Qingmei!
“Sunshine…” Xiao Meng murmured, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside her. But what was going on? Why did Sunshine do this? And why did Qingmei become a living anchor point? Too many mysteries plagued Xiao Meng, leaving her feeling dizzy.
At that moment, Black-hearted Grandpa's eerie voice echoed again. “Xiao Meng, do you see? This is the truth! This is the truth you’ve always wanted to know!”
“Do you think Sunshine really loves you? He’s just using you! Using your Witch Bloodline to rescue that useless puppet!”
“Wake up, my dear granddaughter! Only I truly care for you!”
Black-hearted Grandpa's voice slithered into Xiao Meng's ears like a venomous snake, trying to manipulate her mind. However, Xiao Meng's heart was clear. Sunshine would never use her! Everything he did was to protect her!
“Enough!” Xiao Meng shouted angrily, interrupting Black-hearted Grandpa's manipulation. “You are the most hypocritical one!”
“You claim to love me but treat me as your tool! You exploit my abilities to carry out your filthy schemes!”
“I will no longer believe you! I will stop you!”
Her words were resolute and filled with strength. She gripped the hourglass tightly, preparing for a final showdown with Black-hearted Grandpa.
Just then, she suddenly felt a chilling aura seeping from the Bronze Coffin. The aura carried an ancient and evil power that made her heart race. It was… Mu Yun's Witch Script! They seemed to come alive, slowly oozing from the cracks of the Bronze Coffin, as if countless invisible hands were trying to grasp something… The atmosphere in the Cellar instantly became as hot as if it were being stewed in a pressure cooker. The Witch Script, like living black vines, surged out from that ancient Bronze Coffin, filling the air with an ancient and nauseating stench of decay.
This was not a scene of “peaceful times,” but rather a rhythm signaling “monsters and demons are about to reveal themselves!”
Xiao Meng felt a chill shoot up from her feet straight to her head, as if she had been thrown into an ice pit, shivering so much that her teeth were chattering. She stared intently at those twisted Witch Scripts. They were not there for a “welcome,” but were announcing the arrival of some evil force.
Even more terrifying was that she noticed those Witch Scripts were not wandering randomly; they formed a bizarre pattern in mid-air, resembling twisted faces in agony, silently screaming. This scene was a hundred times more thrilling than any horror movie!
At that moment, Xiao Meng’s gaze inadvertently swept over Black-hearted Grandpa’s gloomy face. In his mechanical pupils reflected an eerie sight—a sacrificial altar, a group of people dressed in ancient attire, and roaring flames. It was clearly a scene from the rituals of the Ancient Witch Clan!
What is that old coot up to? Is he trying to summon some ancient evil god?
"Oh my goodness, this old man can't be planning something big, can he?" Xiao Meng cursed inwardly, feeling as if she had stumbled into a massive pyramid scheme, and a deadly one at that.
Before she could collect her thoughts, something even more outrageous happened.
"Don't... trust... anyone..."
A hoarse voice with a mechanical tone suddenly whispered in Xiao Meng's ear.
She turned around sharply, only to find that the speaker was Qingmei!
At that moment, Qingmei's eyes were vacant, her expression blank, like a puppet being controlled by someone else.
Yet her mechanical arm held onto Xiao Meng tightly, as if using all its strength to prevent her from approaching the Bronze Coffin.
Xiao Meng was utterly bewildered; the plot twist was happening too fast for her brain to process. Wasn't Qingmei supposed to be under Black-hearted Grandpa's control? How could she suddenly wake up and warn her not to trust anyone?
Just as she was trying to make sense of it all, the hourglass in her hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
The golden sand ceased flowing, and a phantom figure slowly emerged at the bottom of the hourglass.
It was an elderly man with white hair, dressed in an ancient long robe, exuding an aura of otherworldliness and wisdom.
Wasn't this the elusive Old Grandpa Plugin?
"Grandpa, what is going on?" Xiao Meng asked anxiously, feeling like she was playing a glitchy game that could crash at any moment.
However, the old man did not answer her question.
He simply raised his head slowly, revealing a face hidden beneath his white hair.
It was a young and handsome face with delicate features and a hint of melancholy in his expression.
This face was not unfamiliar to Xiao Meng.
Wasn't it... Mu Yun?!
"Don't worry about that useless stuff; run!"
Before Xiao Meng could react, Lin Xiaoman suddenly tore open her own chest...
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