Soul Patch

Chapter 190 The Old Woman in Black Robes

"That's not wire, it's a silver needle!" Wenjie muttered as he got out of bed.

It seems this is destined to be a sleepless night.

Liu Qingqing watched Wenjie's figure move to the door and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Welcome an unexpected guest!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingqing hid behind Wenjie, her eyes darting towards the door: "What's with the silver needles?"

“…It’s nothing,” Wenjie said calmly.

Liu Qingqing felt that there was a gap in her memory, and she couldn't recall it no matter what she did. When she asked Wenjie, he was too lazy to answer her.

As Wenjie slowly turned the doorknob, the door creaked open.

Standing at the door was a burly, stout man with his eyes closed, standing motionless.

"Ah... ooh!" Liu Qingqing was about to cry out when Wenjie covered her mouth.

"Quiet down, let's get out of here quickly," Wenjie whispered close to Liu Qingqing's ear.

The last time Liu Qingqing suddenly went mad was when Wenjie was taking a nap at the table. After subduing Liu Qingqing, Wenjie was thinking that the owner of these two silver needles was probably not far from here.

This ability of silver needles to control another person's body should have a distance limit.

So it's very likely that the owner of the silver needles was secretly observing the movements inside the house.

That's why the timing was so precise; after Wenjie fell asleep, he controlled Liu Qingqing's body to run over and launch a sneak attack.

Wenjie put his hands behind his back, nudged Liu Qingqing, and then turned to look at the table. Liu Qingqing immediately understood.

She quietly returned to the room and picked up Li Shiman's medical record.

After obtaining the medical records, the two carefully bypassed the fat man with his eyes closed and headed towards the staircase at the corner of the corridor.

Leave your things behind before you go!

A deep voice came from behind them.

Wenjie grabbed her and ran. The two of them quickly ran to the staircase in the corridor and went down the stairs.

Behind them came a cracking sound, like a robot with inflexible joints running. The fat man's body was so heavy that every step he took made a "thump, thump" sound, shaking the floor.

Liu Qingqing turned around and found that the fat man had caught up with them. She cried out in alarm, "Wenjie, behind us!"

Wenjie grabbed Liu Qingqing and pushed her forward.

Just then, the two of them ran to the reception hall on the first floor. Wenjie pushed Liu Qingqing directly to the door.

Wenjie took the medical record from Liu Qingqing and threw it behind the landlady's table on the right side of the lobby, deliberately shouting loudly, "Liu Qingqing, take the medical record and run!"

After saying that, he pushed Liu Qingqing out the door and closed it tightly from the inside.

At this moment, the fat man came down the stairs. He had obviously heard what Wenjie had deliberately shouted. He kicked open the door and chased after him.

Behind the table in the lobby on the first floor was a young man on duty. It was late at night, and he was very sleepy, plus there weren't many people staying at the hotel. The young man slumped onto the table and fell asleep, but unexpectedly, something hit him while he was sleeping.

He scratched his head, looked at Wenjie standing at the door, and thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the door again.

"Oh, I knew I was seeing things! There's no one there." He looked away and glanced to his side. "Wow!"

He saw a large man appear in front of him, very close, the man's breath hitting his face.

The young waiter's legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand. He slumped into a chair and stammered, "You, you... what are you going to do?"

Wenjie picked up the brown paper bag from the ground, dusted it off, and went straight out of the store.

Two figures were running on the road, one in front of the other, one slender and the other plump... gradually getting further and further away from him.

He glanced behind him and saw a figure flash by. He suddenly turned around and said, "You should have come out earlier. I knew you were nearby."

"Smart! How did you guess?" The voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a powerful pressure as it surged toward Wenjie.

Then, a figure walked out of the shop. It was an old woman wearing a black robe with a wide hat attached, the brim of which covered most of her face.

The old woman was thin and frail, yet she exuded a mysterious and terrifying aura, as if she had just crawled out of a grave...

Wenjie couldn't see the old woman's eyes, but he could sense a hidden murderous intent in the eyes hidden under the black brim of her hat.

“Silver needles cannot pierce a person’s head from a distance, otherwise you would have already pierced me with silver needles while I was asleep. Why did you have Liu Qingqing pierce me with needles?”

Wenjie glanced at the old woman and saw her stretch out her withered hand from her sleeve and make a grasping motion towards two people in the distance, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short.

The fat man collapsed to the ground, leaving Liu Qingqing screaming as she ran towards Wenjie. She had only run halfway when she saw the strange old woman next to Wenjie, who looked like a witch.

"Ah, ah...you guys chat, I have something to do..." She immediately turned around and ran away from the two of them, seemingly even faster than when she ran towards Wenjie.

Wenjie was both amused and exasperated. He hadn't expected Liu Qingqing to have such a strong will to survive, even resorting to Stephen Chow's tricks at this crucial moment.

The old woman snorted softly, disdaining to use any tricks against someone like Liu Qingqing who was just there for show.

Her gaze was fixed on Wenjie, her eyes sharp and sinister. When the old woman's gaze swept over him, Wenjie felt as if he were about to be set on fire out of thin air.

"After the silver needles disappeared, I opened the door and saw the guy from the next room standing at the door. It was clear that he had also been controlled by the silver needles."

"Since the silver needle couldn't pierce that fat man's head remotely, it must have been you who did it. If you're not next door, where would you be?" Wenjie said calmly.

After saying that, he looked at the old woman in black robes in front of him. To be honest, he felt like he was dreaming, just like the shop assistants.

But with living, breathing people right in front of him, he couldn't help but believe.

Having only seen witches in fantasy movies, Wenjie had never seen one in the real world, so he couldn't find the nerve to be afraid.

He just looked at the old woman strangely and asked, "You should only exist in the system, not in reality..."

"What is illusion, and what is reality?" the old woman said leisurely.

Wenjie couldn't understand these profound words at all.

Fortunately, the old woman didn't care whether he understood or not. She glanced into Wenjie's clothes.

He suddenly tilted his head, like an owl locking onto its prey, its sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on the brown paper bag in Wenjie's arms, its pupils focused on it.

She reached into Wenjie's clothes and made a grasping motion towards the brown paper bag. The brown paper bag began to tremble slightly inside Wenjie's clothes, and the trembling became stronger and stronger. Then, under Wenjie's gaze, the brown paper bag actually flew out on its own.

It drew a perfect parabola in mid-air and landed on the withered palm of the old woman in the black robe.

"You don't belong here. Stay away from here. You'd better go back to where you came from!" The old woman in black robes flicked her sleeves and prepared to turn and leave.

Suddenly, she paused, glanced at Wenjie, and smiled wistfully. Her eyes became extremely deep, like two bottomless abysses.

"Young man, if a person is fearless, he will surely be deceived."

Look what I smell! You're carrying a deep resentment in your pocket.

Why are you meddling in other people's business when you haven't even finished dealing with your own?

Everyone has their own karma and consequences; outsiders shouldn't interfere, or they might get themselves into trouble and find themselves unable to escape!

After the old woman in black robes finished speaking, her figure disappeared, but her devilish, hoarse, and evil voice lingered in the air for a long time.

These words were like a dagger, striking Wenjie's heart directly. He stood there for a long time, bewildered and at a loss.

"Wait, wait... old lady... about my matter..." Wenjie felt a palpitation he had never felt before. The old woman must have seen something to say those words.

"Old man..." Wenjie called out with difficulty.

"Wenjie... Wenjie..." His body was being shaken, and Liu Qingqing's voice reached his ears.

He tried to move, but found his arms were swollen and painful, and his head felt like it was filled with lead.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he saw Liu Qingqing's face right in front of him.

"Where...where is that old woman in the black robe?" Wenjie asked Liu Qingqing in surprise.

"What... Wenjie, are you stupid? There's no old woman in black robes. It's just the two of us staying at the inn. You forgot? It's just the two of us."

Liu Qingqing said, both annoyed and amused.

Wenjie then looked around and found that the room in the small hotel was brightly lit, and he was sitting at the table with Liu Qingqing sitting next to him...

Was that just a dream?

He looked Liu Qingqing up and down; her clothes and pants were not damaged at all. He reached out and touched Liu Qingqing's hair.

"What are you doing!" Liu Qingqing turned around and pushed away Wen Jie's hand, but in her heart she was thinking: Is the young master Wen's head pat at this moment implying something?

There were no silver needles in Liu Qingqing's messy hair.

He then grabbed the thermos from the table and smashed it against the wall next door.

A loud crash resounded.

This was followed by the sound of the fat neighbor cursing and swearing:

"Dude, can't you just shut up in the middle of the night? Can't a person get some sleep?!"

The fat man was not pricked by the silver needles.

Was it really all a dream?

Wenjie looked at Liu Qingqing suspiciously, his gaze then shifting to the bare tabletop.

"No! It's not a dream!" Wenjie exclaimed.

"Dude, can you stop yelling in the middle of the night? If you keep disturbing the peace, don't blame me for being rude!" It was the fat guy from next door again.

Wenjie completely ignored the person next door's rant. He shook Liu Qingqing's shoulder and asked urgently, "Where's the medical record? Li Shiman's medical record, I clearly put it on the table!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to ask you. Where did the medical records go?" Liu Qingqing's expression changed, and she questioned Wenjie instead.

Wenjie and Liu Qingqing exchanged a glance for a moment, then Wenjie murmured, "The medical records were taken away by the old woman in the black robe... I knew it wasn't a dream!"

Seeing Wenjie acting strangely, Liu Qingqing ignored him and went to bed alone: ​​"I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm going to sleep... Do you want to sleep with me?"

Wenjie: "..."

(End of this chapter)