Scarlet Descent-Chapter 45 - The Big-Headed Girl

"Folded space," Wei Wei concluded.

In areas dense with demonic power, the central controller could use that power to distort space, hiding rooms or floors.

Powerful individuals could even conceal an entire building, which the Foundation called "folded space," fanatical demon worshippers referred to as "God's secret chamber," and Transcendents simply called "Demon tombs."

Wei Wei was familiar with this concept, having dealt with one on his way back.

However, this one was different.

The previous folded space had left an elevator as a path, but this one was simply hidden.

Solving it would be more troublesome.

Normally, the most efficient method would be to blow up the entire building.

But considering the urgency and the difficulty of finding such powerful explosives, he ruled out that option.

So, there was only one method left.

Wei Wei stood still, holstered his gun, and calmed his mind, standing defenseless.

The crimson power and desire within him retreated, hiding deep in his body.

As a result, the demonic murmurs in his ear grew clearer, and he felt the space around him distorting, with an abnormal attraction like a massive vortex pulling his spirit out of his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating in mid-air in the corridor.

Looking down, his body stood silently like a statue.

From this angle, he really looked as handsome as he did when working.

But he didn't compare himself to women; he was a man.

Detached from his body, his spiritual power became more agile, with a different perspective.

Wei Wei saw pale spirits walking through the corridor.

Each had a different appearance—men, women, old people, and children.

Like fish in the sea, they moved with expressions of ecstasy, slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

"Demonic field..." Wei Wei realized: "It's a reverse field."

A demonic field, or demonic power field, naturally emanates from demonic power, enveloping an area.

Normally, people's spirits would resonate with it, leaving a permanent trait over time.

This process was called demonic infection.

But this was a forward field.

A reverse field absorbs people's spiritual power instead of infecting them.

So, there must be a will controlling the flow of this field.

Perhaps it was because of this reverse field that the Soul-Devouring Banshee attacking Iron City seemed to have endless power, expanding its influence like a snowball.

This was against reason; the banshee was committing suicide.

Of course, if it weren't against reason, why would so many people be lurking outside like guards?

Were they ensuring the banshee's "suicide" process wasn't interrupted?

...

With these questions, Wei Wei relaxed his will, and his spiritual body lost weight, drifting forward.

Spiritual bodies have no weight; willpower is their weight.

So when Wei Wei relaxed his guard, his spiritual body began to drift along the hospital's demonic field.

He passed through walls and floors with other spirits, like being swallowed by a giant mouth, entering a room shrouded in thin mist.

Since he couldn't find the folded space, he let himself be drawn into the field.

The advantage was efficiency; he could find it instantly.

The disadvantage was the risk of being assimilated and polluted.

Unless the spiritual body was already thoroughly corrupted.

...

As his thoughts flashed by, Wei Wei felt the mist clear, and he found the room.

He also "saw" the scene inside.

It was ordinary, with just a bed and a small girl in a hospital gown lying on it, being cared for by someone.

The girl looked similar to the one he met outside asking for directions.

Except her head was larger.

Her head was like an inflated balloon, swollen to a diameter of two or three meters, pressing against the ceiling.

The weight of such a head far exceeded her frail body's capacity to support it.

Fortunately, it was propped up by the room's walls.

The massive head had twisted veins and strange faces, as if many people were struggling to emerge.

She bit her lips tightly, her face pale without a hint of blood, and her hair was roughly tied into uneven pigtails that stood out on her large head like small bows.

Her eyes were closed, and her eyelids flickered with countless illogical texts and fragmented images, like a mad TV switching between channels.

"Good girl, hold on..." A man beside her, dressed in decent clothes, held her hand tightly.

"The nun said that if you can solve this problem, we'll become rich and can send you to the best school..."

"You're always so smart..."

"..."

"Found it!" Wei Wei exclaimed in the corridor.

A drifting spiritual body returns to its body when its will becomes resolute.

He needed a strong enough will to counteract the field's pull.

As he spoke, he rushed forward, reaching a nearby room in a few strides.

The room was dark, but Wei Wei kicked the door open, and warm light spilled onto his face.

Inside, he saw a pale girl lying on the bed, surrounded by tubes.

Her face was white as paper, and she was hunched over a small desk, scribbling furiously.

Even the sound of Wei Wei kicking the door didn't affect her actions.

"Who are you?" The thin man beside her grabbed a rusty knife, pointing it at Wei Wei.

"Don't approach my daughter..." he shouted, seemingly terrified.

"Don't disturb her while she's doing her homework..."

"Bang!"

Wei Wei shot the man in the leg.

The man fell to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming in pain.

Wei Wei stepped over him, gun in hand, and approached the girl.

At this moment, her head wasn't as grotesquely large as it had appeared when he viewed her spiritually.

But he could see her weakness and the veins on her forehead, and her eyes had turned reddish-brown, indicating her brain was overwhelmed by chaotic spiritual flows and on the verge of collapse.

She ignored Wei Wei's approach and the man's cries beside her.

She continued scribbling on paper with a pencil, her eyes bulging.

"Zzzt zzzt zzzt zzzt..."

She filled sheet after sheet with twisted symbols, sometimes breaking the pencil tip through the paper.

But she didn't stop, tearing off each full sheet and starting another.

Her fingers were worn, exposing blue-green bone, with little blood due to the pressure.

Occasionally, a sticky yellow liquid stained the pages.

The floor around the bed was piled high with papers filled with strange symbols, like eerie eyes in the pale light.

"Time's up, little sister..." Wei Wei said, slowly raising his gun: "Put down the pencil..."

"Oooo..."

The girl's scribbling stopped, and she let out a low, suppressed cry.

The next moment, her pencil snapped, and her head jerked 90 degrees, her eyes fixed on Wei Wei with only whites visible.

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