I carefully surveyed the room and suddenly noticed that the wardrobe door in her inner room was slightly ajar.

I opened the wardrobe door and found that behind it was not a wardrobe, but a wall opening.

Inside the opening was a flight of stairs leading underground.

It turns out there was a secret room in her room.

No wonder she had disappeared before; she had been going to the secret room.

I illuminated the stairs with my phone and walked down. At the end of the stairs was a corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a partially closed small iron door.

I turned off the screen of my phone and leaned my head into the door. A strong smell of blood and decay rushed out from inside.

The empty secret room had only one iron bed.

On the bed lay a person, completely naked.

However, the surface of her body was not skin; it was covered with thick scars formed after the skin had been peeled off.

Several infusion tubes were inserted into her body, and there was an iron rod at the head of the bed with seven or eight medicine bags hanging from it. The liquid medicine was continuously being infused into her body.

One of her wrists had been cut, and fresh red blood dripped from her fingertips into an iron tray, each drop producing a chilling drip sound.

Her eyes were hollow and lifeless. If it weren't for the rising and falling of her chest, I wouldn't have been able to tell that she was still alive.

Crouching under the bed was a figure, and it was Xiaojing.

She was holding a red thermos cup high up, letting the last drop of liquid flow into her mouth.

A drop of liquid accidentally flowed out from the corner of her mouth, leaving a bright red bloodstain on her chin.

After finishing the cup, Xiaojing greedily stared at the iron tray collecting the blood.

She suddenly lifted the tray and drank up the scarce amount of blood inside, then began to lick the plate clean.

Her expression was greedy and mad, her pale face smeared with bloodstains, looking extremely terrifying.

My courage had long been swallowed up by this horrifying scene. The knife in my hand unknowingly fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

"Who?"

Xiaojing suddenly turned her head towards the back, looking towards the door at an angle that a normal person couldn't turn.

I turned around and ran.

A piercing roar came from behind me.

I escaped from the passage and out of her room.

Just as I had entered the living room, her hand firmly grabbed my shoulder, her nails deeply embedded in my flesh.

I screamed in pain and desperately closed the door, trapping her arm.

I grabbed her arm and exerted force, trying to pull it off, but with a tearing sound, I actually pulled off a whole piece of skin from her forearm.

Xiaojing roared madly, forcefully crashing through the door.

I couldn't dodge in time and was knocked down by her, landing right in the center of a blood symbol.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A series of knocking sounds came from the door.

It must be Zhou Hao who had arrived. It seemed that I had invited trouble by fearing it.

Xiaojing pounced on top of me, opening her blood-red mouth and biting towards my neck.

A strong smell of fishy odor came from her mouth, making it hard for me to breathe.

I desperately used both hands to strangle her neck.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The knocking at the door grew louder.

I desperately held onto her neck, while her hands scratched and clawed at my face, neck, and shoulders.

I used all my strength with both hands, but suddenly felt a slip. Two large patches of skin had been torn off by me.

Because of my loss of grip, her head hit my nose, causing my nose to bleed.

The smell of blood made her become even more frenzied. She suddenly bit towards my nose.

There was a loud bang at the door, and the door collapsed with a crash.

A person dressed in Taoist robes jumped in, and it was Master Huang.