I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

"Chen Yang!"

Huang Aotian's voice came from another row of filing shelves, bringing Chen Yang back from his thoughts.

He looked up and saw Huang Aotian waving a piece of paper, his voice urgent: "I've found Liu Yan's file!"

Chen Yang walked over quickly and looked down at the paper.

The file contains detailed personal information about Liu Yan.

The "Destination" column clearly states "Wangcheng Third District Affiliated Scientific Research Park".

"Royal City District Three?"

Huang Aotian frowned. "Where is this place? I saw that Zhao Changming's teammates also went to a district of the royal city."

Chen Yang pondered for a moment and explained, "Wangcheng District 3 is one of the eighteen satellite cities of Wangcheng. It's just that this 'affiliated research park' sounds quite special."

Huang Aotian nodded and suggested, "Now that we've found Liu Yan's information, why don't we leave now? This place is really creepy."

“Yeah, there’s really no need to stay any longer,” Chen Yang said, his gaze falling on Pike on the other side.

Parker was still playing with the little girl.

The short dagger danced around his fingers, its tip darting rapidly between them, flashing with a chilling light.

The little girl had an excited smile on her face. Every time she tried to snatch the dagger from Parker's hand, Parker would dodge it with a strange twist of the blade.

"I'm sure I'll catch him this time!"

The girl said angrily.

Huang Aotian couldn't help but swallow hard: "Whose kid is playing with daggers like that..."

Chen Yang did not respond, but his gaze lingered on a detail in the little girl's hand.

She wore a pair of exquisite white lace gloves, which clashed with her black robe.

A sense of unease began to rise in Chen Yang's mind.

This place is the territory of the Corpse Cult, so how could a little girl appear here...?

Could she also be a half-human, half-zombie being?

The little girl tried for a long time, but she couldn't understand why, even though the dagger was right in front of her, she couldn't even touch its edge.

This made the girl quite angry.

"Give me the knife!"

She stood on tiptoe and reached out her little hand to grab it.

But Parker's wrist was nimble; he twirled the dagger between his fingertips and flicked it away from the little girl's palm.

"Don't rush... little girl." Parker's hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement.

The little girl was indignant and tried to snatch the dagger with both hands, but she missed every time.

Chen Yang stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

I noticed that the little girl's hands occasionally revealed the skin at the edge of her gloves as she moved, an unnatural paleness with a hint of blue.

"Give me!"

The little girl grew impatient, and the excitement in her eyes gradually turned into impatience.

Finally, she stopped and looked down at her right hand.

Then, without hesitation, she abruptly ripped off the lace glove on her right hand.

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

The little girl's right hand was exposed to the air; her fingers were withered and her skin had an eerie bluish-green hue.

The cracked lines covered his entire arm like withered wood, and his fingertips faintly gleamed with a sharp light.

Huang Aotian stared at the bluish-green arm, his expression changing drastically. He whispered to Chen Yang, "What...what exactly is she?"

Chen Yang did not answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the little girl, and his inner guess was gradually confirmed.

This little girl is definitely not human.

She raised her withered hand, a smile playing on her lips, and reached for Parker again.

Parker frowned, flicked his wrist, and gently tossed the dagger through the little girl's fingers.

But in the next instant, the little girl's right hand twisted strangely, turning in a way that defied the structure of human joints, and stretched out again, even several times faster than before.

Chen Yang barely saw her movements.

The little girl's withered arm, carrying an indescribable strength and speed, grabbed the hilt of the serrated dagger before Parker could react.

"Holy crap...she snatched it?" Huang Aotian exclaimed in a low voice.

He also knew that Pike was an eighth-order creature.

Although Pike was just casually showing off his knife while playing with the little girl, the basic reaction speed of an eighth-tier creature was such that even a third or fourth-tier creature would never be able to snatch the dagger from Pike's hand.

Based on this assumption, the little girl's strength should not be underestimated.

At that moment, the little girl triumphantly handed the dagger back to Pike.

Parker took the dagger, chuckled softly, and gave Chen Yang a playful look.

Chen Yang stepped forward and said calmly, "We're leaving. We've finished our business and need to go back."

Upon hearing this, the light in the little girl's eyes dimmed slightly.

She lowered her head, her slender fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her white gloves, as if extremely reluctant: "Are you leaving? We've only just begun..."

She slowly put the white gloves back on, and when she looked up, her delicate face was full of reluctance.

"Well, then,"

As if remembering something, she pointed at Parker, her reluctance vanishing, replaced by an innocent smile, "You can leave, but this brother has to stay and play with me."

Parker raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to Chen Yang, as if asking, "How should we handle this?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "That won't do. He wants to leave with us."

The little girl's expression suddenly turned cold, and a faint black mist rose from her body.

The mist, as if alive, slowly swirled around her, adding a touch of eeriness to her delicate, doll-like face.

“If you don’t stay…” her voice lowered, she murmured to herself, “I’ll tell Uncle Bishop… that he can turn you all into my puppets with just a flick of his finger…”

This was the second time Chen Yang had heard the word "Uncle Bishop" from the girl.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker.

The girl raised her head, her red eyes looking at Chen Yang.

"You're only at the eighth rank at best. If you don't play with me, I'll have the bishop turn you into toys!"

Chen Yang squinted, sensing that something was amiss.

This little girl was not ignorant.

She actually knew that Pike was an eighth-order being.

But they showed no fear whatsoever, and instead threatened them, claiming that the so-called bishop could turn them into toys.

Moreover, judging from the little girl's appearance, what she said didn't seem to be false.

Chen Yang had a sudden inspiration: "How about this, you come with us and leave this place?"

"leave?"

The little girl's voice held a hint of doubt. The black fog thickened, and half of her innocent face was shrouded in shadow.

"Yes, let's get out of this dark fortress."

"Leave...the Holy Church? Outside?"

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "I've never left the Holy Church before. Are you really going to take me out?"

Chen Yang immediately chimed in, "Yes, let's leave this dark fortress. The outside world is much more interesting than this."

The little girl blinked, as if pondering Chen Yang's words.

"It's too gloomy here, not fun at all. Don't you get bored staying here all the time?"

Chen Yang's tone carried a hint of seduction, while his eyes were fixed on the little girl's changing expression.

"You're lying to me!" the girl suddenly exclaimed.

"My Uncle Bishop said the Holy Church is the most fun place; nothing outside is interesting!"

"And no one ever takes me out!"

Chen Yang looked at the girl and said patiently, "I won't lie to you. Let's leave right away, okay? If you don't find it fun outside, we'll come back right away."

The little girl rubbed her hands together, then looked at Chen Yang, seemingly hesitant.

The air grew quiet, with only the dripping sound from Parker's body echoing in the archives.

Chen Yang waited patiently without urging him.

Finally, the little girl looked up and said, "Okay, then I'll go with you to take a look."