A jumble of thoughts filled Mumu's mind. Suddenly, her heart tightened as if she had thought of something. She whirled around and rushed to the mirror. This time, she finally remembered to take a look at how she appeared now.
At this moment, her entire body was covered in blood, splattered in droplets across her exposed skin.
The blood on Mumu's face had dried into crusts that she could easily pick off.
Her stomach churned again. When she opened her mouth, it was filled with blood once more. This time, her mouth was full of it.
Her hair was in disarray. Coupled with her current appearance, she looked exactly like a blood - thirsty monster.
Mumu forced out two tears, and they were actually tears of blood!
Like a possessed person, Mumu kept muttering, "It's impossible, impossible. I've already transferred it out. How could it still be on me?"
She was in a complete panic. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her eyes were wide open in horror.
Her hands trembled slightly as she completely forgot about the experience of the black aura invading her eyes when she washed her face earlier.
Mumu frantically turned on the faucet again. As the clear water flowed through her fingers, she froze.
This time, she picked up the coat on the ground, soaked it in water, and carefully wiped the bloodstains on her face bit by bit.
The bloodstains didn't disappear. Instead, there was more and more of it, trickling down her neck.
Seeing that the blood couldn't be wiped clean and the situation was completely out of her control, Mumu had a faint suspicion in her heart.
Could it be that she could never escape?
Unable to contain herself, Mumu hugged her head and let out a scream, venting her emotions.
Mumu had never encountered setbacks since she was a child. She had always been the one giving orders from a lofty position.
This was the first time she had faced a problem she couldn't handle. The sense of frustration and fear were devouring her from the bottom of her heart.
In this space, Mumu unleashed all the magic she knew and hurled it fiercely towards the door lock, hoping to break it open.
However, the result was that she was exhausted but still couldn't even scratch the door lock.
Mumu's eyes were already bloodshot. In her mental breakdown, the blood vessels spread across her eyeballs, covering them completely. She looked extremely terrifying.
She coldly watched the stream of blood that had started flowing from the faucet at some unknown time. Mumu slumped to the ground with a resigned expression.
She sat stupidly next to the photographer, staring blankly at him.
Mumu's substitution spell actually worked, but she just didn't notice.
"Ding - dong."
A clear sound rang out from behind her.
Mumu frowned and turned around in confusion, looking towards the back row of toilets.
All the toilet doors were tightly closed.
But the sound kept ringing.
"Ding - dong, ding - dong, ding - dong..."
The sound seemed determined to catch Mumu's attention.
Mumu listened intently to the sound of the dripping water and searched with her eyes for the source of the sound.
Finally, she determined the direction. The sound was coming from the toilet cubicle in the far corner.
She stood up and moved warily in that direction, thinking,
"Maybe that's the real way out."
From the moment Mumu stood up, there was a red thread attached to her back.
That red thread, which had been there from the start, had already connected to her body when she didn't notice it.
Mumu didn't realize it and continued to move towards the corner of the toilet.
The red thread behind her moved with her.
When Mumu stood in front of the innermost toilet door, she boldly kicked it open.
But there was nothing inside except a toilet. Mumu thought it was strange.
She could feel that the black energy in this toilet was fluctuating violently.
Mumu was originally from a black - magic background. She felt more at home with black magic, but this also gave her a false sense of security.
Before she walked in, her body instinctively felt repulsed by the danger.
Mumu hesitated as she held onto the toilet door. The uneasiness in her heart was too strong. She thought for a long time.
Finally, she decided to go back and sit next to the photographer. That way, no matter what happened, the photographer could take the brunt of it.
She wouldn't be completely defenseless and be unilaterally threatened.
When she decided to turn back, Mumu finally started to panic.
No matter how she tried to move her body, she couldn't move at all.
Only her head could move. The rest of her body seemed to be frozen in place.
Mumu's face was dark with anger. She looked extremely terrifying. She knew that she had been tricked again.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of a solution. Mumu forced a relaxed smile with a look of concern on her face, but there was no real joy in her eyes.
Mumu knew that evil spirits like infant spirits were extremely starved of love and liked to play. They especially disliked men.
Moreover, they liked to watch the show from the shadows. Mumu was sure that the infant spirit was definitely watching her in a corner of the room. The infant spirit wasn't very harmful and wouldn't actively hurt others.
Mumu swung her head around, looking everywhere. The red thread behind her seemed to be playing hide - and - seek with her. Whenever Mumu looked in a certain direction, it would hide.
Mumu smiled ingratiatingly. Unable to find the direction, she had no choice but to say to the air,
"I know you can hear me. I haven't done anything. You must hate that photographer so much to attach so much resentment to him. Look, I've transferred all the pain to him. I did all this to help you."
But after she finished speaking and waited for a long time, there was still no response from anyone around. Not even the lights flickered.
Mumu was extremely anxious. Her face was covered in blood, but it was still obvious that her lips were abnormally pale.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. It shouldn't be like this. Mumu was extremely panicked.
Normally, since the infant spirit had actively lured her over, it must be going to do something. But now it just froze her in place and did nothing. Even when she asked a question, no one answered her.
Everything seemed wrong.
With no movement at all, Mumu thought uneasily, "That infant spirit must be plotting something bad."
Mumu had a splitting headache. They all said that infant spirits were hard to deal with. This was the first time she felt how irritating their unpredictability was.
The lack of movement made Mumu even more afraid. Her every move was restricted, and now all her actions were in the hands of others.
Mumu kept regretting why she had stood up and left the photographer's body.
Otherwise, the infant spirit would definitely be clinging to the photographer now, and she could be an onlooker. After the infant spirit vented its emotions, she could naturally leave.
Mumu was extremely annoyed. She kept talking non - stop, trying to divert the infant spirit's attention to the fallen photographer.
But even after talking herself hoarse, there was still no response.
Even Mumu herself was a bit confused and began to doubt her own judgment. At this time, the red thread behind her, which she had never noticed, started to slowly move down while she was rambling on.
If she could swing her head a little more, she would have found that the poor photographer had never been free.
The infant spirit that Mumu had been talking about was now lying on the man's body.