“What’s wrong with them?”
He Zhou leaned down and gently kissed Song Jingshi on the forehead. “Wait for me here, my dear. I’ll go take a look.”
With that, he left the bedroom.
Downstairs, Quan Shang looked seriously at Zhao Yi, suppressing the impulse to turn and look in the mirror.
“Zhao Yi, don’t look back! There’s something behind you.”
Zhao Yi stood frozen in place, completely losing the haughty demeanor he had before.
A few players who were following him discreetly moved away from Zhao Yi, getting closer to Quan Shang and Yuan De.
“Hurry up and deal with this!”
Zhao Yi, holding back his inner fear, urged impatiently.
But he had no idea.
There was nothing behind him, or rather, what was there had long since moved above him.
It seemed he was completely unaware of his current situation.
Red threads were messily tangled around his head; from a distance, it looked like a tuft of yarn had grown around a person’s neck.
It appeared very bizarre.
“Close your eyes,” Quan Shang instructed Zhao Yi.
Once he closed his eyes, she took out a talisman to use against him.
But it had no effect; the yarn remained tangled in his hair.
In fact, it seemed to be multiplying.
If not stopped, Zhao Yi would soon be entirely engulfed by the threads.
While Quan Shang was distressed, a series of footsteps approached.
Before the people outside could come in, those threads suddenly retreated, retracting into the mirror.
However, they failed to see that a strand of yarn had shrunk into Zhao Yi’s head.
“What’s going on?”
Ren Huan rushed in and asked.
He was followed closely by Yuan Wen and Wei Xun.
Quan Shang glanced at Zhao Yi, then shook her head at the others.
“It’s fine now.”
“I’ll head back to my room.”
Zhao Yi paid no mind to the others and left alone for his room.
Once he left, the others gathered together.
“Have you noticed that Zhao Yi has become very strange? I remember he wasn’t like this at the beginning; he had such a strong desire for attention and was so competitive. Now it seems he’s become indifferent.”
Quan Shang had sensed something was off earlier that morning, but it wasn’t as evident then.
“It is indeed strange,” Ren Huan nodded.
“Also, just now, a bunch of red yarn suddenly appeared in the bathroom mirror and wrapped entirely around Zhao Yi’s head.”
“But he seemed completely unaware of it.”
“Until you all arrived, for some reason, that yarn suddenly shrank back into the mirror and disappeared.”
Quan Shang felt that this villa was filled with oddities; she had never seen a ghost made entirely of yarn before.
“We should pay more attention to Zhao Yi during this time. Something must have happened to him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have changed so drastically.”
Ren Huan propped his chin in thought, realizing that coming to this variety show was indeed the right move; it was much more interesting than dissecting.
Upstairs, as the yarn disappeared, something began to surge in the bathroom mirror of the master bedroom.
Increasing amounts of red yarn began to swirl and intertwine, ultimately forming the shape of a palm-sized figure.
The remaining yarn began to move towards the bedroom, following the floor.
At this moment, Song Jingshi was sitting on the bed, chatting with his little assistant, feeling quite bored.
The threads swirled behind him, attempting to engulf the person before them.
Yet finally, the yarn reached out a thin strand, carefully wrapping around Song Jingshi’s ankle, intertwining with the silver chain left over from the previous chapter.
The tickling sensation brought Song Jingshi back to reality, and he scratched his ankle.
However, it didn’t stop there; his fingers began to feel itchy as well.
He lowered his head, puzzled, looking at his hands and feet.
The red yarn had wrapped around his entire ankle, as if it had replaced the silver chain, and it even seemed to be climbing up.
His fingers were entangled as well, with several strands stretching out to tickle his palm.
Song Jingshi’s brain seemed to have stopped functioning as he stared blankly at the scene before him.
After a long while, he finally panicked and reached down to tug at the yarn around him.
“Ugh.”
The yarn thought Song Jingshi was playing with it, playfully dodging his attempts, even teasingly waving in front of his eyes.
Finally, a cry echoed within the room, accompanied by a pitiful and frantic plea.
“Help me, boo hoo.”
But no one responded to the voice.
Only the yarn tightened its grasp even more.
Not knowing where the yarn had touched, Song Jingshi’s whimper changed slightly in tone.
Hearing the sound, the yarn twisted around him even more madly.
“I… belong to…”
“You… are… my…”
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**Anything else**: This chapter deepens the suspense and intrigue as Zhao Yi and Song Jingshi confront their unknown horrors, setting the stage for further developments in this chilling tale.