Looking around, Malcolm saw the 'Rat Messenger' standing in front of the door of the central room, very anthropomorphic, waving to him with his tiny forelimbs.

It seemed to be calling him over.

‘Has it found the holy relic?!’ Without thinking much, Malcolm quickly approached.

This place is really weird, it's best to complete the mission and leave as soon as possible.

The door was not locked, and it opened silently with just a slight push.

Malcolm immediately used his 'compound eyes' and 'life perception' to their limits.

This is a bedroom with simple furnishings.

A simple bed, a desk with a cabinet, and a chair.

Just as Malcolm opened the door, a strong "life energy" was fed back "surgingly" through his "life perception".

On the desk!

Malcolm finally found the goal of this trip-never-ending youth!

The appearance of the holy relic did not make him so excited that he lost his mind.

Malcolm tensed his nerves to the extreme and continued to maintain his mantis form. In this way, he walked towards the desk step by step.

The rat messenger also climbed onto his shoulders again, a pair of small rat eyes revealing a light that was difficult for others to detect.

Just as Malcolm walked to the middle of the bedroom,

An accident happened!

Zhizhizhi~

The mouse messenger's reaction was even one step faster than him. It jumped off Malcolm's shoulder like lightning and disappeared into the darkness with a chirp.

The rat messenger was lost in sight, and Malcolm once again severed contact with it.

Just like in the hall, he still couldn't sense the 'life energy' of the rat messenger.

What's worse is that his body suddenly cannot move!

'what happened?!'

His compound eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and Malcolm noticed strange lines flashing under his feet.

It was like some special symbol, like a phantom. It just appeared in his field of vision, but like the handwriting written on the ground with clear water, it seemed to seep into the ground and disappear!

'trap?!'

But just now, he obviously didn't see anything!

That's only one possible explanation.

The shop owner must be an extraordinary person, and his strength is no less than him.

"Sir, I'm trapped!" Malcolm shouted into the darkness in a normal voice.

To avoid revealing Bennett's identity, he did not call him by his first name.

Movement was suddenly completely restricted, and Malcolm had no choice but to ask for help.

In the darkness, the rat messenger did not respond, but Malcolm was not in a hurry because it was not clear where the enemy was.

The rat messenger, or Mr. Bennett, may be playing a game with the other party in the dark at this time.

It was eerily quiet in the bedroom, and Malcolm could clearly hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

He tried to break free from this unknown 'shackles', but found that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer.

It had only been a few seconds since Malcolm couldn't move.

At this moment, something unusual happened again in the room.

On the desk not far in front of Malcolm, an extra piece of paper suddenly appeared.

There seemed to be something drawn on the paper, but because of the distance and unknown influence, he couldn't see it very clearly.

But soon, the doubts in Malcolm's mind were cleared.

Because, on that piece of paper, gradually...

A head pops up!

The head of a long-haired woman!

At the same time, the strange changes in the house became more obvious.

Countless black hyphae began to spread rapidly throughout the room from unknown sources.

In just the blink of an eye, the originally normal house seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black 'mold', and the six walls of the room looked like they had been painted with a layer of black paint.

Black hyphae attacked the puppet-like Malcolm from all directions and pierced into his body.

The ability of 'life perception' was immediately lifted.

Although the mantis form is still maintained, the metal-like skin is like paper in front of the black hyphae, which can be penetrated into the body without any hindrance.

At this time, Malcolm's whole body seemed to be framed by a special 'birdcage', and terrifying black lines appeared under most of his metal skin.

Like a spider web.

Malcolm was horrified!

He didn't expect that he wouldn't even have a chance to resist.

Malcolm wanted to ask the rat messenger for help, but his throat could no longer make a sound.

The enemy is unexpectedly powerful!

The woman's head on the page has completely emerged, and the subsequent body continues to emerge.

The other party seemed to be 'teleported' directly through some method, using the paper on the table as a medium.

Soon, the woman stood completely in front of the desk and walked towards Malcolm.

There was no sound of footsteps.

His body was completely frozen, but the vision of Malcolm's compound eyes became clearer and clearer as the woman got closer.

The other party wears gold-rimmed round-frame glasses. The frames are very large, which adds a bit of "cute" temperament to the woman.

Her exquisite facial features, cascading shawl-length hair, and a standard aristocratic woman's skirt make her look graceful and graceful, making her a little more seductive.

She stood in front of Malcolm, staring at him with a pair of black hole-like eyes, and her bright red lips opened and closed slightly:

"I didn't expect it to be you, Malcolm."

The voice was as intoxicating as a nightingale, but Malcolm's heart was cold.

‘The store owner Eileen actually knows me?!’

"Oh?! Are you surprised why I know you?" Seeing the expression on Malcolm's face, Erin chuckled.

The room was still dark, but this did not seem to affect the communication between the two.

Malcolm didn't speak, he was very aware of his current situation.

'Where is the rat messenger? Did he escape?'

He didn't believe that Mr. Bennett would give up on himself so easily.

But Malcolm wasn't sure.

'Could it be that Irene's situation has exceeded Mr. Bennett's expectation?'

The black mycelium continued to erode Malcolm's body, causing the divinity in his body to drain rapidly.

Soon, the mantis form could no longer be maintained, and Milkan gradually returned to his human form.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Eileen chuckled again, then her tone changed and she said an inexplicable sentence:

"Once this new product is promoted, within a month, it will definitely become the most popular 'high drug' on the market. Even the best soul oil cannot compare with it."

When Malcolm heard this, his expression changed drastically!

He stared at Eileen with his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face:

"You...you are the seller of 'Huan Ye'!"

How could Malcolm forget the voice just now? It was the "mysterious seller" who came to him for cooperation some time ago in the name of "new special effects products".

In order to compete for the independent agency rights of "Huan Ye", he even went to war with the Agni Gang.

"Remember? You have a good memory."

Irene adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and a pair of completely dark eyes shone with a terrifying light.
Chapter completed!