The atmosphere was slightly stagnant.
Xiao Ming's pupils constricted, and he could hardly suppress his physiological, subconscious reaction at that moment. He wanted to escape immediately. At the same time, he also clearly saw the doll slightly raise its broken head supported by soft cotton.
The facial features came to life in an instant, and the eyes made of colored silk threads bent slightly, revealing an extremely terrifying smile to Xiao Ming.
It came alive.
This was the only thought in Xiao Ming's mind when the doll's smile came into view.
Don't panic.
Xiao Ming barely suppressed his impulse to flee, and tried his best not to alarm or anger it, and moved his steps back little by little.
Yuan Yuxue is behind him.
This concept emerged in Xiao Ming's mind, and he barely had the courage to continue facing this strange rag doll.
When the doll moved, Yuan Yuxue also reacted, his black eyes slightly lowered, his expression calm and quiet. However, Xiao Ming was slowly retreating, while he was walking into the room step by step.
Ah Jian reacted very quickly. He drew out the peach wood sword on his back at that moment. The cloth instantly spread out, revealing the cold wooden sword inside - this time it was definitely not a misunderstanding.
This rag doll is indeed an evil object.
However, Yuan Yuxue made a gesture to Ah Jian, and used her palm to slightly block it—
It was just a simple action, but the meaning was very clear. This stopped Ah Jian's movements. He paused slightly, his eyes fell on Yuan Yuxue's slender fingers, but he chose to retract the sword that was ready to strike. Following Yuan Yuxue's movements, he walked forward little by little, stepped into the room, and his eyes were fixed on the rag doll.
The rag doll "walked" down from the thick and soft bedding.
Its two feet were in the shape of cotton before, but as it approached step by step, they slowly took shape and grew into feet similar to those of humans.
The pair of facial features that were sewn with lines and resembled human beings changed in a trance. Xiao Ming actually felt that... it was somewhat similar to himself.
…very much.
The boy's eyes seemed to become slightly blurred, his tense body relaxed, and he seemed to be unable to help but want to move closer to the rag doll.
At this moment, Yuan Yuxue had already walked to his side, and her slender fingertips lightly touched Xiao Ming's palm.
The coolness immediately spread from the fingertips to the center of the eyebrows, and Xiao Ming suddenly came back to his senses and became clear-headed.
A rag doll still looks like a rag doll. No matter how much it resembles a human, there is still that bit of incompatibility. How is it similar to Xiao Ming? Instead, it looks particularly weird because of its distorted movements and facial features.
At the same time Xiao Ming was looking at it, he suddenly felt a dense pain on his back and neck, which seemed to be slightly swollen. The horrific pinch marks on his neck that appeared this morning became clearer.
At that time, Xiao Ming didn't feel anything, but at this moment, it seemed as if all the rough action of pressing hard at that time was repaid and fed back at this moment, and all the pain swept over him.
This kind of pain and suffocation almost made Xiao Ming want to scream out in pain. However, he was sweating profusely, but he still bit the tip of his tongue at that moment. The pain made him sober up, and the fishy smell in his mouth was even more obvious, but he did not make any sound.