The turtle smiled at A, then sat down on the long-backed chair. After he sat down, the black fragments on the ground slowly poured towards him.
More and more, denser and denser, until finally, the turtle was completely covered.
From Ah-Zhong's perspective, the turtle was completely motionless at this moment, having lost any signs of life, with no rise and fall of its chest.
"Is he alright?" Ah-Zhong asked.
A shook his head, "I don't know, we just have to wait now."
The turtle, entirely enveloped by black shards, felt as if he was falling. Then a severe sense of collision entered his mind, accompanied by a hint of terror.
He opened his eyes to find that the room he was in was spinning uncontrollably. He wanted to reach out to catch something, but found that he had no body.
He was just a head!
This place was Room 444, where the cat, Mao Mi, and the demon resided, hence the turtle was only a skull here.
