I'm Actually Panicking Because My Heart Doesn't Beat (GL) - Chapter 91

People from the Paranormal Bureau headquarters?
An paranormal hiding among the team members?

Either one of these facts was something ordinary police officers weren’t supposed to know about. Immediately, he went to report this to the squad leader.

The squad leader on duty today was a slightly overweight middle-aged man. After hearing the officer’s report, he came over, carefully checked their IDs, and confirmed they matched Xing Tianqing’s. Then his gaze landed on the people in the back seat, confused. “Brother, I never got any notice about this. And we have an ongoing mission on the mountain. I really can’t just let you in casually.”

The man driving was about to speak when the person in the back seat said, “I’m Xing Wenjun, director of the Paranormal Bureau. This is an emergency. I’m in charge here. Please step aside.”

Before the squad leader could respond, suddenly a strong gust of wind blew up around them, nearly knocking him over!

The sudden wind startled everyone. The small-built officer was pushed back a few steps and fell to the ground. Instinctively, he looked back toward the mountaintop, eyes wide, shouting, “Captain, something’s happening on the mountain!”

The once pitch-black mountaintop suddenly burst into an eerie blue flame. It didn’t look like normal light at all. Even the squad leader stood frozen, shocked.

The man in black driving the car got angry, yelling at the squad leader, “What are you waiting for? Move the car! We need to get up the mountain right now!”

In this situation, the regular police had no choice but to quickly clear the way, allowing several cars to drive up the mountain.

The wind kept blowing fiercely. At the mountaintop, everyone surrounded a figure emerging from the lake. They threw almost every move they had, but the figure was extremely agile, able to vanish and reappear instantly nearby, making their attacks nearly useless.

Guan Xiaoxuan held the Seven-Star Begonia tightly, watching the figure sway not far from her, but she didn’t know where to aim.

Because the figure had no head!

The figure’s shape looked like a woman wearing a gray windbreaker and cargo pants. But instead of a head, seven or eight tentacles stretched out from her neck, wildly attacking the people in front of her.

Guan Xiaoxuan had seen many strange things before, but she had never encountered anything like this.

The woman moved very swiftly. Whether it was Qiu Nan’s talisman magic or the others’ guns and swords, the woman dodged them all with ease. Only Xing Tianqing’s Golden Book could control her actions, but even that only worked for a second or two.

Guan Xiaoxuan stared at the black tentacles growing from the woman’s head, feeling as if her bl00d was freezing solid.

“Guan Xiaoxuan! She’s coming toward you!”

At that moment, Guan Xiaoxuan wasn’t sure who shouted, but when she looked up, the strange woman was suddenly right in front of her.

All sounds around her instantly went silent. Guan Xiaoxuan could only hear her own breathing and the constant faint “rustling” noise ringing in her ears.

Then, in a daze, Guan Xiaoxuan saw a thick mist. Inside it was a huge altar.

At the very center of that altar, someone was kneeling — a figure Guan Xiaoxuan felt very familiar with.

Who was it?

She frowned. It felt like she was standing far above, like looking down from the top of the fog. She wanted to get closer to see who it was.

As she thought this, she suddenly fell from the top of the fog. The closer she got, the more familiar the person’s back looked.

Who was it? Why did it feel so familiar?

Who was this person?

Guan Xiaoxuan was puzzled, but she patiently moved around to the front and tilted her head to see the face clearly.

It was herself.

Guan Xiaoxuan shuddered. The person kneeling on the altar was her—herself?!

But how could that be? If the person kneeling there was her, then who was she right now?

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, Guan Xiaoxuan remembered she was just fighting that tentacle-headed woman on the mountaintop. The woman had suddenly rushed right in front of her. So how was she now inside this mist, watching herself from a third-person perspective?

Something was definitely wrong.

Guan Xiaoxuan frowned deeply, but before she could think more, she heard that “rustling” sound again.

Within the gray-white fog, she saw countless tentacles, like a black ocean rolling in.

They slowly crept toward her kneeling self on the altar and wrapped her up tightly, making her look like a giant egg.

Guan Xiaoxuan saw her own body trembling and cold sweat dripping from her temples.

This strange ritual went on for a long time — so long that Guan Xiaoxuan almost lost patience to keep watching — when suddenly she felt a gaze pierce from behind her.

She quickly turned around and saw that, somehow, a huge chair had appeared in the fog.

It was exactly the same chair Guan Xiaoxuan had seen before in the fog.

The chair really existed? It wasn’t just something she imagined?

Her eyes widened, and just as she was about to float over, she saw the space on the chair twist and warp. From it grew countless black tentacles.

The thick, sticky black tentacles gathered together, forming a giant black octopus-like creature with shining golden eyes.

[The god is watching you.]

Looking into those golden eyes, Guan Xiaoxuan suddenly recalled the painting she saw on the third floor of the Sixth Institute.

A group of people kneeling devoutly on the ground, worshiping their most honored god.

The god is watching you.

Listen to the god’s whispers.

Under the god’s throne…

Only then did Guan Xiaoxuan realize that these things were real. The huge octopus creature sitting on the chair was the so-called god!

At that moment, those golden eyes seemed to notice Guan Xiaoxuan. The creature turned its face sharply and locked eyes with her.

It was like something crawled into every part of her body, causing pain and itching at the same time. Guan Xiaoxuan wanted to scream, but she couldn’t control her body.

Instead of bl00d, black tentacles burst out from her mouth and nose.

From her eyes, ears, and every pore on her body, black tentacles erupted!

Guan Xiaoxuan’s mind became foggy. She couldn’t see clearly anymore, and the pain dulled. It was as if she was sinking into a mist, drifting into unconsciousness…

“Guan Xiaoxuan!”

Just as she was about to fall asleep like that, a gunshot startled her awake.

The woman before her still wore that old, tattered trench coat, her head wildly waving a few tentacles that almost wrapped around Guan Xiaoxuan’s own head.

In the confusing haze of her mind, Guan Xiaoxuan clearly felt like six or seven hours had passed. So why was she still by the lakeside when she opened her eyes?

Guan Xiaoxuan instinctively stepped back and pulled the trigger. At such close range, she couldn’t miss!

But the woman didn’t dodge. Instead, she stretched out her tentacles and wrapped tightly around Guan Xiaoxuan.

[The god… is watching you…]

A hoarse female voice whispered in Guan Xiaoxuan’s ear. She looked at the tentacle woman without a head and felt her heart pounding uncontrollably, as if something inside was about to burst out.

Why was she saying this to her?

That was not her god!

“No, stop saying that!” Guan Xiaoxuan pulled the trigger and emptied a magazine of bullets into the woman’s body.

Yet the woman seemed unfazed. She still clung tightly to Guan Xiaoxuan and whispered in a hoarse voice, [The god… has always been… watching you…]

The next second, Guan Xiaoxuan’s shadow stirred. Song Yi’s long hair suddenly shot out like sharp needles, forcefully stabbing the octopus woman into the air like a skewer.

Guan Xiaoxuan’s legs weakened, and she fell to her knees, her mind filled with that terrible voice, almost driving her mad.

Xing Tianqing and the others watched in shock as Song Yi emerged from Guan Xiaoxuan’s shadow and tangled fiercely with the octopus woman. The two women tore at each other’s bodies — hair wrapped around tentacles, tentacles attacking hair.

“What’s going on?” Xiao An stared at the suddenly appeared Song Yi. His eyes drifted over her red dress, feeling that it looked oddly familiar.

A red dress, red high heels, and dripping wet long hair.

Though her strange face wasn’t clear, Xiao An and the others recognized her — she was the ghost woman from the bus stop!

“That’s the bus stop ghost!” someone shouted nearby.

“Wasn’t she dealt with already? How is she here all of a sudden?”

“Is this strange creature helping us?”

“Ghosts helping us? No way, those two are killing each other!”

“But I just saw the bus stop ghost come out of Guan Xiaoxuan’s shadow!”

Everyone’s eyes were now on Guan Xiaoxuan. Even Xing Tianqing’s face changed. They all silently stared at their comrade who had fought beside them through thick and thin.

Guan Xiaoxuan looked around numbly. She saw Qiu Nan, Xiao An, and Xing Tianqing.

She felt like she could explain, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly vomited up something salty and foul.

“Ugh—”

As Guan Xiaoxuan bent over vomiting, she saw the black stuff moving. It lazily stretched its tentacles, twisting and turning in the sticky liquid.

Black. Tentacles.

And that endless “rustling” sound still echoed in her ears.

Guan Xiaoxuan didn’t understand what was happening to her.

Confused, she looked at what she had vomited, then felt itching in her ears. She reached up and touched her palm — and felt something inside.

More tentacles?

How were there tentacles everywhere?

She could vomit them out of her stomach, and now even her ears were growing them. She felt uncomfortable all over, as if something was crawling just under her skin, but it didn’t hurt.

“What… is this?” Guan Xiaoxuan stared in confusion as sticky liquid seeped from the pores on her arm. She looked around and saw all her colleagues staring at her with strange expressions.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?”

Guan Xiaoxuan frowned, but as she finished speaking, her mouth suddenly wouldn’t close.

Because countless black tentacles started crawling out of her mouth, then her nostrils, her eyes, and every pore on her body, wrapping her up into a monstrous mass of writhing tentacles.