They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 417 The Curse Strikes

Accompanied by the death knell, a strange, distorted melody echoed eerily in the suite.

The melody carried an indescribable eeriness and foreboding, like a child's dying hum, or a soul's sob in the abyss.

The newlyweds, who had just fallen into a light sleep due to exhaustion, were startled by the sudden noise and jumped up from the sofa in unison.

The color drained from Ming Yanwei's beautiful face, and she instinctively clutched the coat that Zhan Lan had draped over her shoulders.

Qi Tengyi, Lu Renjia, and the others turned ashen-faced, their jaws chattering uncontrollably, making soft "clucking" sounds.

Even seasoned veterans like Zheng Zha and Ba Wang, who had experienced countless battles, were now tense all over, entering a state of maximum alert.

"The talisman isn't responding..."

Chu Xuan's voice broke the suffocating silence. He calmly held up the yellow talisman in his hand; it remained still, showing no signs of burning or glowing. He adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting the pale white casing of the telephone.
"This talisman can ward off strange attacks and will spontaneously combust as a warning when evil thoughts approach."

In other words, this might not be an attack…

Just as everyone was shocked and at a loss, a figure moved.

Zhang Qi strode forward, ignoring everyone's horrified gazes, and walked straight toward the frantically ringing telephone.

"and many more!"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Zha let out a low shout and almost instinctively tried to rush forward to stop Zhang Qi.

However, Zhang Qi merely raised his hand in a gesture of restraint, without pausing in his steps.

He walked to the European-style bedside table, bent down, grasped the white receiver, and picked it up.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Zhang Qi's every move.

The newlyweds' faces were filled with expressions that said, "Are you crazy?", while Zheng Zha, Zhang Jie, and others had their hearts in their throats.

The receiver was picked up, and the shrill ringing stopped abruptly.

The eerie melody then disappeared.

The entire presidential suite fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that you could hear each other's heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats.

Zhang Qi slowly brought the receiver to his ear.

The next second, a voice came from the receiver.

It was a man's voice, filled with extreme pain, despair, and resentment, as if he were enduring the cruelest punishment in the world.

The voice was shrill and distorted, almost inhuman, but... all the cultivators present could clearly recognize it.

That was Zhang Qi's own voice!
Zheng Zha's pupils suddenly contracted, and his scalp tingled.

However, Zhang Qi simply listened quietly, his face showing no change in expression.

He even had the leisure to glance down at the caller ID on the phone screen.
Above, a string of dates and times is clearly displayed.

It's a whole day later than it is now.

"interesting……"

A moment later, Zhang Qi put down the receiver and casually placed it back on the telephone.

Ghosts... are energy forms created from the lingering attachments of the dead, at least that's the definition in some worlds.

But the 'ghosts' of this world don't seem to be such simple things...

"Are you...are you okay?"

Zheng Zha finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed to his side, looking him up and down.

"The date of the call above is the day after tomorrow. According to the rules of 'One Missed Call,' the attack will only be launched at the time indicated after the death notice is issued."

There are still more than 24 hours until the attack.

Zhang Qi glanced at him and casually pointed to the screen of the phone.

"Forehead……"

Zheng Zha was speechless for a moment.

He looked at Zhang Qi's overly calm face, his mind a complete mess.

Is this considered a case of being highly skilled and daring?
"Chu Xuan, have you found him?"

Zhang Qi ignored Zheng Zha's complicated expression. His gaze swept past everyone and landed on the other side of the room, on the figure who had been rapidly typing on a laptop keyboard the entire time. Hearing the call, Chu Xuan's fingers stopped typing.

He raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses remained as cold and rational as ever.

"That's it..."

As Chu Xuan spoke, he showed everyone the screen, which displayed a map.

"This is?"

Zheng Zha was somewhat puzzled. If he remembered correctly, Chu Xuan seemed to have started fiddling with the videotape as soon as he entered the room.

"The location found based on the videotape content is the same well where Sadako died in the movie."

Chu Xuan explained.

"You mean, we're going to break Sadako's curse?"

Zhang Jie realized what was happening and frowned as he spoke.

"That's right. After I answered Mimiko's call, her curse will only target me until the day after tomorrow."

Sadako's curse, however, has a full seven-day grace period.

Before this, we only had to face one demon, Kayako…

As Zhang Qi spoke, he looked in another direction.

Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously followed Zhang Qi's gaze.

But at this moment...

Snapped!
The luxurious crystal chandelier on the living room ceiling, along with all the wall lamps, suddenly went out simultaneously without warning.

The entire presidential suite was instantly swallowed by boundless darkness.

A cold, damp atmosphere, as if emanating from the deepest part of the morgue's freezer, silently enveloped the entire space.

The temperature was dropping rapidly, and everyone's breath condensed into white mist in the darkness.

That chilling feeling that seeped into my bones returned once again.

Dead silence.

The silence was even more profound than before when the phone stopped ringing.

The next moment, the talismans on everyone's bodies began to burn.

Something... has come in.

This idea simultaneously exploded in the minds of all the veterans.

In the midst of this suffocating darkness and deathly silence, a strange sound suddenly rang out.

"Meow……"

That wasn't a normal cat meow.

The voice was hoarse and distorted, devoid of any sign of life, but rather sounded like the scraping of rusty iron with fingernails, filled with resentment and malice.

It seemed to resonate from everyone's ears, and also from the depths of everyone's heart.

Then, a pale light gradually emerged from the dark corner.

The light was extremely faint, yet it stood out remarkably in the pure darkness.

Following the sound and the light, everyone stiffly turned their heads.

In the corner of the living room, near the floor-to-ceiling curtains, a small figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was a little boy.

He looked to be about six or seven years old, completely naked, his skin a deathly pale white, as if it had been soaked in formaldehyde for a long time. His body was so thin it was skin and bones, and his limbs were twisted in an unnatural position.

What's most terrifying is his face.

His eyes were wide open, surrounded by two thick, ink-like dark circles. There was not a trace of light in his pure black pupils, only a deathly stillness and an unyielding resentment.

His mouth was slightly open, and the inhuman meow that had just come from his bluish-purple lips.

He stood there barefoot, silently, head tilted, his eyes, filled with endless hatred and malice, fixedly staring at everyone in the Central Continent Team...

(End of this chapter)