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M: TSIA Chapter 73: Murray Anthony
🕑 Added 2025-01-28 12:57:15 +0000 UTCThe guard trembled violently, as if he had just woken from a nightmare that felt all too real. In a panic, the man took a step back, his trembling hand aiming his weapon at the girl. His voice shrieked with fear, "Back off! Don't come any closer!"
The girl only smiled wider, tilting her head slightly. "Ah, that would be very bad. If you lose, Xiaolu will take your most precious possession," she said in a naive tone that contrasted with the implied threat behind her words.
The guard's face grew paler, and his instincts warned him that something was terribly wrong. His hand gripped the gun tightly, but his finger couldn't pull the trigger.
The smile on the girl's face turned into an expression of deep regret. "Giving up in a game is the same as admitting defeat. Xiaolu will take your most precious possession," the girl whispered softly, like a cold wind sneaking into the heart.
The guard swallowed hard, his body trembling as he tried to back away again. But suddenly, a sharp pain struck his throat. The man staggered, his hands instinctively reaching for his neck, searching for the source of the pain. Something thin and cold wrapped around his neck, tightening its grip.
"Woo~"
The man's gun slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a loud clatter. Both of his hands now clutched his neck, trying to pull away something almost invisible—a thin red string coiling around his neck like a venomous snake.
The man exerted all his strength, his nails digging into his own neck, tearing flesh and causing blood to flow. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the string remained unyielding. It was as if the string had a will of its own, refusing to be released.
"HELP! HELP!!" the man screamed, his voice choked, his breath becoming increasingly labored. His face turned red from the trapped blood, and his eyes began to bulge. He turned, trying to seek help from his friends.
However, the sight that met his eyes shattered his hopes. His friends did not move forward to help. Instead, they slowly backed away, their faces filled with fear. It was as if they were not seeing a dying comrade, but rather a ghost.
"SHOOT! SHOOT!!" Murray Anthony screamed hysterically, his voice echoing among the sea of flowers. Murray felt his whole body freeze, but he forced himself to give the command.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of gunshots erupted, bullets flying toward the girl. But strangely, the girl did not move at all. The sweet smile remained on her face, even as the bullets approached.
The series of shots rang out loudly, the bullets piercing the girl's body, leaving trails of blood flowing profusely. Yet, the smile on her face did not change one bit.
Even though the girl's body was filled with wounds, she appeared unaffected. Each bullet that penetrated her body only made her seem more alien and terrifying. The girl looked at the guard with an expression full of curiosity, watching him scratch at his neck in frustration, scream in pain, and thrash about as if losing control over his suffering body.
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Then, in an instant, the guard's neck felt as if it were being choked by an unseen force. Half of the man's neck was lifted, almost hanging, and his eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets.
The girl, her body covered in bloodstains, still appeared cheerful. With enthusiasm, she played with the twister string she carried, then reached out toward another guard and shouted in a sharp voice that shattered the silence. "Hey~ Interesting, right? Uncle, let’s play with the twister string!"
The girl's voice sounded increasingly terrifying, filled with an unnatural excitement.
"No... Don't!!" The guard stepped back in fear, his fingers tightly gripping the trigger of his weapon, but even as he pressed the trigger, only a series of empty clicks echoed. All the bullets had been spent, leaving the weapon powerless.
The girl did not stop. As she continued to approach, each step she took made the guard more panicked. "Let’s play twister string! Let’s play twister string!" the girl shouted, her voice growing sharper and more resonant.
"Ah!!" One of the guards fell, fear so deep that he lost control of his body.
"Run! Run fast!!" The remaining guards shouted, turning and running in a panic, trying to escape from the terrifying girl.
But the path they took felt endless. No matter where they ran, they only saw a sea of red flowers that looked like thick smoke, blocking their way.
The girl's voice echoed again, this time louder and more frightening. "You can't escape. Those who run are considered to have admitted defeat."
Every word that came from the girl's mouth seemed to stab their ears, clear and sharp, yet filled with horrific excitement. Everyone who listened felt their bodies shiver with fear, trapped in a game they did not understand, yet could not avoid.
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Murray Anthony and his bodyguard ran with all their might inside the large villa, but their steps felt futile. No matter how fast they ran, they knew deep down that they would not be able to escape.
Moments later, the little girl appeared before one of them, like a ghost slipping out of the darkness. Where the girl blocked the path of the bodyguard in the corner, her smile remained, sweet yet full of mystery.
“Uncle, let’s play with the string!” The girl’s voice was soft, even cheerful, but every word that came from her lips felt like an invisible threat. Although there was nothing frightening in her voice, the bodies of the guards trembled like dry husks blown by a strong wind.
The girl extended the spinning flower string in front of her, her hand movements graceful yet meaningful, and the guard stepped back in fear, as if he were stepping on thorns with every move. Only a rising tension remained, pressing deeper.
“Let me go!” the guard shouted, his voice cracking, and the man’s already pale face lost even more color.
