ATSWM Chapter 36.2

Chapter 36.2 Mysterious Woman In Red Gauze

Her heart suddenly seemed to have been pricked by a needle.

‘Can’t let the wood spiritual essence run away like this anymore. ’

She secretly thought and manipulated the two leaves under the sunflower, letting them become just like a pair of hands, grasping the green small dot of the wood spiritual essences. Then use the tip of the leaf as a fine needle, and just like knitting a sweater, weave the spiritual essence that it has seized.

And it actually worked.

Sang Yuanyuan thought that she was indeed a genius.

She quickly knitted a scarf-like thing. The green colored small strip was applied to the wound and it was just like a band aid, preventing the spiritual essence from escaping.

She continued to weave these green colored light strips, bandages after bandages were wrapped around You Wuming’s body, blocking every wound of his tightly.

The sunflower’s plate constantly oozes out the thick water-like light. Along these green light bandages that seeps down, it sends out a very moisturizing and very dense green radiance.

She devoted herself to doing all this. After an unknown period of time, she suddenly felt a little chilly in her back.

While she was in a meditation state, she can still perceive the spiritual essence behind her.

Using her spiritual senses to sweep behind her, she was suddenly wet with cold sweat, almost breaking away from her meditation.

Amidst the green light, it was obvious that there is an addition of a small and clear outline. With just a glance, Sang Yuanyuan could already recognize it——that puppet.

It was staggeringly and unhurriedly, coming towards her.

The horror here is beyond words!

In a moment of daze, the puppet had already crossed the wooden table in the middle of the room.

Sang Yuanyuan took a cold breath and opened her eyes. She turned around abruptly and looked at her back.

The wooden windows were shaking slightly and the room was spacious, without any foreign objects there.

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Sang Yuanyuan felt that the electric current was running through her cheeks, and she could even perceive the rapid shrinking of her pupils.

Her wrist was suddenly caught.

Her heart suddenly feels happy——the first two times when You Wuming woke up, he also caught her in a dull silence like this and frightened her.

Feeling pleasantly surprised, she turned back again. When her body just turned halfway, there was suddenly a roar of ‘humm’ inside her mind and the chill climbed up along her wrist, sealing her heart with ice.

The hand on her wrist was too small. It could not, even in the slightest, be You Wuming’s large hand!

It goes without saying what it is.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that even her own heart had stopped.

She continued to turn her head stiffly like a mummy and saw what was behind her.

It lies on You Wuming’s chest, with its head hanging, and that string of amber prayer-beads was spread out strangely on You Wuming’s body. It stuck out a small cold hand and grabbed her wrist.

Weapon? Weapon? This damn thing is a weapon?!

There was a crazy buzzing sound inside Sang Yuanyuan’s brain. After she froze for a moment, she opened her mouth like a puppet.

“He is, hurt, his chest, can’t be pressed.” Her voice was extremely hoarse.

Hearing this, the puppet raised its head very, very slowly.

Sang Yuanyuan felt giddy and light-headed. Her throat seemed like it was being blocked by a large glob of sawdust. She wanted to let out her voice to call for help, but she could only make a weak hissing sound.

The silky black hair slits along its head to both sides.

The puppet’s face slowly poked out of its black hair.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that she was a little numb because of the fear. She fixed her gaze in the middle of the black hair without blinking her eyes at all.

All of a sudden, she saw an extremely aggrieved, flat mouthed face.

Sang Yuanyuan：“……”

In her memory, this child puppet has beautiful looks, with a grin at the corner of its mouth and a very evil smile, which is a very typical appearance of a puppet prop in a horror movie.

But at this moment, its cheeks were bulging and a pair of big eyes drooped down. Although it will not shed tears but anyone who looks at it will know that it has a crying face.

It clung to her wrist and clumsily fell over from You Wuming’s chest to sit down beside her. Its two little hands fell flat on its knees and assumed a posture as if it was visiting a patient with her. Too well behaved.

Sang Yuanyuan felt that she needed a quiet time alone.

Who can tell her, what the hell is this thing?!

She took a few quick breaths and exhaled slowly in a long breath.

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