Naoko's condition is very unstable.
She was now lying on Su Qingyu's back. Su Qingyu felt her body was extremely heavy. The cold breath penetrated into her bones through the gaps in her pores, making her shiver.
Naoko couldn't be allowed to continue growing on her back.
After the mirror in the room shattered, the faint yellow light above the head also went out.
"How do you want me to help you?" Su Qingyu stayed in the room. She thought that Naoko must have a purpose for being attached to her. Humans cannot kill weird things, but weird things can. If Naoko hates Keiko for betraying her, then let them kill each other so that Naoko will leave her back.
"Kakaka... I know what you want to do. You want to find the green snake and destroy his farm, right? Kakaka..." Naoko's weight has been increasing. Because of her growth, Su Qingyu can feel the pull backwards. Her voice seems to be right beside her ear, with a strange tone, like a smile, "Go to the pink room, there is what you need."
"Where is the pink room?"
"Follow the blood trail... click, click, click... I will guide you..."
Then the sound stopped abruptly.
The small yellow light above my head flickered a few times and then lit up again.
With the help of the light, Su Qingyu saw that the back of her hand had been scratched by the glass. Blood was dripping from the wound. The blood gathered at her feet, as if it had life, and turned into a thin red line, winding towards the door, as if pointing her in the direction.
But the amount of blood is a little too little, and it’s not enough after walking two steps.
This is to let Su Qingyu use his own blood to find the way.
She asked tentatively, "Ms. Naoko, who is lying behind me, my hands and feet are always cold in winter. The doctor said that I have anemia and need to take care of myself. Can we discuss how to use your blood? Name a price and I can give you ghost money."
Naoko was a bloated and decayed corpse, the blood in her body had long since dried up. Even if she wanted to use her own blood, she had no way to help Su Qingyu.
Therefore, the only response to Su Qingyu was silence.
"All right."
Silence is the answer.
Su Qingyu picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground.
She cut her palm and let the blood drip onto the ground.
A tingling sensation came from the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood gathered and turned into a thin red line. Su Qingyu followed the guidance of the blood and walked to the door. The door in the room was closed and could not be opened directly.
Su Qingyu didn't find any wire in the room, but he found a big hammer.
She gripped the wooden handle of the hammer tightly. Because of the cut on the palm of her hand, the blood fell on the handle and it was a bit slippery. She could only put most of her strength on her uninjured right hand. She looked determined, adjusted her breathing, and raised the hammer.
The hammer was raised and suspended in the air, and then the force was suddenly released, smashing into the wooden door with a deafening sound.
Wood chips flew everywhere and a hole was smashed in the wooden door.
Su Qingyu kept hitting the wooden door. His arm muscles were tense and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. There were more and more cracks and holes on the surface of the wooden door. Finally, Su Qingyu kicked the lock with his foot in one go, and the wooden door fell to the ground with a loud bang.