The shaking sound was very faint, and upon closer listening, it was impossible to pinpoint the exact location; it seemed as if this eerie sound could be heard in every corner of the room.

Alina crouched in the corner, muttering something to herself.

Ruan Qiao walked over and called her softly, “Alina.”

Alina looked up at her. Her face lacked the innocent expression of the little girl she had seen during the day. Her pale, thin face appeared extremely calm, with a hint of eerie maturity.

Ruan Qiao asked, “Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”

Alina stopped talking to herself and handed her a booklet from the floor.

Ruan Qiao took the booklet, shone a flashlight on it, and discovered that it was the sequel to a fairy tale.

“Spiritual Spring, Air, and Gold Coins III”

The Queen breathed in the fresh air that the little princess had brought back from the tunnel of life. The entire room was tightly closed, and no bird could fly in to ensure the cleanliness of the air.

However, her condition did not improve.

The entire wealthy kingdom was engulfed in this desperate, plague-like disease, and countless people fell ill.

No doctor can cure this disease.

The queen’s days were numbered, and the little princess spent her days in tears.

A golden oriole flew over the back garden and saw the princess weeping in front of the rose bushes.

“My dear princess, why are you still crying?”

The little princess said, “My mother is seriously ill, and even the magical life-giving air cannot cure her.”

“The disease is too powerful; nothing can defeat it. We have lost all hope.” Her eyes were red and swollen, having lost their former brilliance.

The oriole has one last method left, but once it speaks it aloud, it will face death.

The little princess’s tears fell on its feathers, and the little oriole softened. It said, “Go out of the palace, cross three mountains, and on the mountaintop there is a tree of gold coins. Pick all the gold coins on the tree, and I can tell you a way.”

……

There’s still no conclusion.

Alina looked up at her and asked, “Was the plague finally cured?”

Ruan Qiao paused, her eyelashes drooping slightly.

After a long pause, she finally said, “There will be a day when it will be cured.”

 It could be now, or it could be in the future.

Su Xi stood behind Ruan Qiao, warily surveying the entire room.

He didn’t feel anything, but Ruan Qiao felt that the thing behind him was getting heavier and heavier.

Before, she only felt a chill, but now she can clearly feel something touching her neck, one touch at a time.

Su Xi is an NPC; there is no such thing behind him.

However, there are always some behind the players, and they are most noticeable at night. When there are many people, you can’t feel them.

Ruan Qiao recalled the fleeting glimpse she had seen behind secret before.

Something pale white, swaying high in the air.

They kept kicking their necks and backs.

Su Xi’s gaze fell on the little girl, and he asked her, “Why did you come to this room?”

Alina shook her head. “Shh——”

Her voice held a hint of doubt: “Why can’t I come here? Nurse Ethan comes here every night, doesn’t he?”

Creak, crunch.

The shaking sound grew louder and louder, accompanied by the scraping of ropes.

Ruan Qiao glanced around the dilapidated room again; apart from the three of them and the strange noises, there was nothing else.

Unless, she “cannot see” that thing.

Seeing the two remain silent, Alina was clearly displeased: “Can’t you see her?”

She stretched out her little finger and pointed to the wooden box lying on its side in front of the window, then moved her finger up a little: “Look!”

“Isn’t the head nurse hanging there?”

Creak, creak.

It was the sound of the ropes suspending the corpses finally giving way under the strain.

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