The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 303 - 213 Kill the God of Anxiety
303: Chapter 213: Kill the God of Anxiety?
303 -213: Kill the God of Anxiety?
Su Qi quickly arrived near an old residential district.
Everyone in the city was vivid and lifelike, just like a real environment, with even some people dancing in the square. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Without the little boy, it would seem just like an ordinary day in city life.
It was excessive to be dancing in the square so early in the morning.
Su Qi had already figured out the little boy’s residence and made a leap.
“Thump!”
Su Qi landed on the balcony of the fifth floor, but he did not reach out to open the French window.
The mat-covered housing, the room was full of mottled knife marks, all kinds of curse-related drawings, pieces of paper all over the floor, all written in fresh blood.
[Die!]
[Die!]
[Die!]
Su Qi did not rashly enter.
This was the little boy’s home, naturally filled with terrifying and fatal dangers.
He could even see blood flowing from the bathroom, surrounded by various animal corpses, still hanging from the beams.
“Alright…
I admit that your earlier analysis was correct.”
Even after seeing this scene, the Yellow Robed Priest couldn’t help but confirm…
The little boy was not normal, and there was no need for protection or consolation.
“Moreover, there’s something very wrong about everything here.”
The Yellow Robed Priest furrowed his brows, observing the scene in the room.
Although only a little bit of Soul Fire remained, its essence was of a high sequence, its soul of high quality, able to feel things that ordinary people couldn’t notice.
This place…
was strange.
Unlike the direct and terrifying aura of the deepest layer of the Anxious Land, it could only feel a terrible oppression coming from the room, creating an instinctive sense of dread.
Su Qi directly reached out to open the door and entered quickly.
The question marks would provide information about any dangers.
Upon entering the study, Su Qi flipped through the items on the desk and glanced briefly, “No parents, no sister, but has a house, and he’s still depressed about nothing.”
The first day Su Qi had seen the little boy, he saw the words ‘God of Anxiety’.
Though he understood this was not the true main body of the God of Anxiety, as there was a coffin suppressing it, and if the real entity were to appear here, it would have been game over.
But…
the slight power seeping from the coffin was certainly extraordinary.
“What are you looking for?” The Yellow Robed Priest watched Su Qi walking around like he was back in his own home, searching for something.
“I’m looking for where the safe is.”
“?”
Su Qi was aiming for the four patterned items he saw through a stethoscope….
Those were key, the God of Anxiety was merely an obstacle.
If he could find them in advance, he might not have to face the little boy directly.
Unfortunately…
The massive amount of cursed symbols and demon sketches did not reveal any traces of those items or a slightest clue.
The Yellow Robed Priest suddenly became somewhat silent, staring intensely at the drawings and murmured doubtfully, “What exactly is this little boy…
These drawings feel very familiar, possessing ancient techniques.”
Old Huang, after all, was an experienced entity, and quickly noticed something was amiss just from a few glances.
“Ancient beings know these well, don’t they?”
“Know them my ass, these are lost…
techniques, carrying a cursed aura…” the Yellow Robed Priest shivered.
“What exactly is this little boy…”
“It’s not important.”
Su Qi was lying under the bed, where there were more drawings, designed by the little boy, of various instruments of torture, even recording different methods of death.
These could make a hundred episodes of Grim Reaper suffice.
“…He really has a rich imagination.”
“Is this the time to be admiring him?” the Yellow Robed Priest said solemnly, “I’ve seen many extremities of evil, but this kind…
it’s like it comes from an innate evil deep within the soul, truly rare.”
Su Qi continued to look through, and while the Yellow Robed Priest couldn’t tell, the entire room was actually full of question marks all warning him about the danger level here.
For example, touching the cursed drawings stained with paint could trigger the curse to follow, and numerous accidental deaths could ensue.
Some drawings even featured terrifying eyes, pupils, and just by looking at them…
those methods of death would truly descend upon oneself.
Fortunately.
Opening a Spiritual Eye could avoid all of this.
In any case, although it was fraught with danger,
Su Qi was accustomed to walking on a tightrope across Hell Cliff, with various lethal threats around him, but it wasn’t much of a problem.
“Did you find it?” The Yellow Robed Priest also observed, looking for the item Su Qi had described earlier.
Only by finding it could he regain his Soul Power and bring his strength into play.
This was also the goal of the Yellow Robed Priest.
After all.
He was a mighty demigod!
Even if he regained only a bit of power, even if the little boy realised the items were taken and erupted…
He was confident he could restrain it.
But he found nothing.
“Neither have I.”
About those four items, indeed, there were no traces left.
The Yellow Robed Priest frowned and said solemnly, “Could it be hidden somewhere in the city, or is it carried on him?”
“It’s more likely the latter, as a Guardian, he must carry them with him at all times.”
“So, it looks like we’ve gained nothing from coming here?”
“No.”
Su Qi softly said, “We’ve learned a lot, from the previous information.”
“The background information of this little boy, his life traces, the level of danger, and…
what we need to do next…
and what we need to do.”
