INSIDER Chapter 146

The moment he heard this sentence, Wang Heng’s entire body was covered in goosebumps, and cold sweat drenched him instantly. It felt like a lump of cotton was stuck in his throat; he wanted to shout loudly, but no sound came out.

Everyone else in the room was also terrified by the innocent, clear voice of a child.

Because the phone light had mysteriously turned off, the whole room plunged into endless darkness.

In the silence, someone’s heartbeat could be heard clearly, thumping—

“Thump—Thump—”

The sound echoed, heartbeats pounding.

In the chaotic darkness, Wang Heng swallowed hard, his throat moving with difficulty: “Gulp—”

Everyone fell into an eerie silence, no one spoke, no one moved.

As everyone in the room remained frozen in place, the childish voice sounded again, this time with a hint of ominous questioning: “Big brother, I told you, you’re pressing on my head, why haven’t you moved yet?”

Wang Heng finally reacted, shivering all over in fear. In his panic, he grabbed the hand of the person next to him and quickly moved aside, trembling as he said, “S-Sorry, it’s s-so dark, I couldn’t see…”

“Really?” The little girl laughed softly, “It’s too dark to see? Then let’s make it bright.”

As soon as she finished speaking, all ten people’s phone screens lit up uncontrollably. Immediately, their phone apps automatically opened and switched to flashlight mode, making the entire room bright.

When the lights were off and he couldn’t see anything, Wang Heng would try his best to open his eyes wide, hoping to find a glimmer of light in the thick darkness. Now, with their phone lights all on, the intersecting beams were so bright that Wang Heng didn’t dare open his eyes. Knowing that if he opened his eyes, he would see something unbearable, he kept them tightly shut, his face contorted with fear. Lu Chu and the others, unfazed, immediately looked towards Wang Heng’s position as soon as the lights came on—the sound had come from his direction.

What they saw left them stunned.

Yuan Kejie called out, “Wang Heng.”

Wang Heng, eyes shut tight and gripping the hand beside him, heard Yuan Kejie call him and asked, trembling, “W-What is it?”

Yuan Kejie replied with a complex expression, “You’re holding the wrong hand.”

Confused, Wang Heng asked, “What?”

Song Gui sighed, “Brother, open your eyes and look.”

Hearing this, though terrified, Wang Heng squinted his eyes open slightly. Because of Yuan Kejie’s words, he first looked at the hand he was tightly holding—

Small and grayish-blue.

Wang Heng’s heart sank, his gaze involuntarily moving upward. He saw a headless little girl in a worn, cute dress standing beside him. Her body was blue-white, her joints unnaturally connected, and he could see ugly stitch marks at the seams. The headless little girl floated in the air, letting Wang Heng tightly hold her hand.

On the ground where Wang Heng had been standing before lay a head, quietly resting there. The face was delicate and lovely, but equally blue-white, with cloudy eyes staring unblinkingly at Wang Heng.

“Ahhhh!!”

Wang Heng screamed, releasing all the fear and terror he had been holding in all night. His scream was so loud that even Yuan Kejie had to cover her ears.

Wang Heng, scared out of his wits, kept screaming, unaware that he was still holding onto the hand. Luo Qi, rolling her eyes, couldn’t stand it anymore and yanked Wang Heng away, coldly eyeing the headless girl.

Luo Qi mocked Wang Heng, “You couldn’t even tell the size or temperature of the hand you were holding?”

Finally freed from the horror, Wang Heng was grateful to Luo Qi but choked up with emotion at her scolding: “I was too scared to notice, I thought it was Li Yiming or Wang Yiming…”

Li Yiming and Wang Yiming were huddled together behind Lu Chu and 7, trembling. Hearing Wang Heng mention them, they peeked out, looking at the little girl and shaking: “We split up as soon as we entered the room!”

Wang Heng, now recovering from the shock, remembered how cold and small the hand he was holding felt. Thinking about the scene, he felt an intense fear.

The six or seven-year-old girl didn’t get angry at Wang Heng for being pulled away. Instead, she stiffly walked to her head, picked it up, and gently dusted off the dirt on her face and hair before putting it back on her neck.

However, in just a moment, her head fell to the ground again.

“Sigh…”

The blue-white skinned girl sighed, bent down to pick up her head, and this time, instead of putting it back on her neck, held it in front of her chest, facing everyone.

The head, round and blue-white, with a troubled expression, stared at them and complained like a spoiled girl: “Adults are all bad, you see, you barged into someone else’s home and killed their servant, now Julie doesn’t have Xiongxiong to help sew her body back together.”

As she spoke, she lifted her head, showing it to Lu Chu: “Brother, look, without Xiongxiong, Julie can’t sew, so the head won’t stay on.”

Lu Chu watched the little girl, lost in thought.

The girl’s form seemed more like a zombie than a ghost, but she had ghost-like abilities to control objects and be invisible to normal people, or she wouldn’t have appeared so suddenly.

Sun Haoran, with an intrigued look, glanced at Lu Chu and then at the girl, saying, “Interesting, we probably don’t need the black mirror anymore.”

Because the “Shadow of Death” they wanted to summon had already materialized right in front of them.