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At that moment, the light emitted by the seven beads seemed to pierce through the limitations of the building, soaring into the pitch-black sky, all the way to the universe!

But the female journalist kept her hands still, with fingers interlocked and her palms forming a triangular space, her lowered eyes slightly narrowed, her expression solemn and devout.

Huh? Is she building up to a big move?

The female social worker glanced over, then swung her staff, turning the howling monster that was charging at her into a puddle of viscous matter scattered on the ground.

The reason why there were no flashes of light anymore was that she had already used up all her power.

In the dark and eerie Qiming Building, the power of light was truly suppressed to the limit, gathering up only a tiny bit even with effort, and continuing to use it would drain her own spiritual power.

Naturally, she couldn't use it anymore.

Moreover, she had already successfully drawn the monsters' attention to herself.

Whether it was monsters crawling out from the ceiling, the floor, or the walls, they were all charging towards her, oblivious to the female journalist who was preparing for a big move.

Meanwhile, a little girl hidden in Room 306 was sneakily focusing her attention on her.

As more and more monsters emerged in the hallway, the female social worker's strength began to falter, retreating continuously in the narrow corridor until she reached the end of the right hallway.

The room at the end was number 301.

The female social worker leaned against the wall to catch her breath for a moment, even with her decent body skill in combat, she still felt fatigued against the inexhaustible wave of monsters.

She planted her staff on the ground, looking at the never-ending stream of dark creatures, her gaze unreadable.

The bamboo joint staff, an ordinary moss-green, had been glowing with a golden light just before, but now, wisps of black mist twined upwards around it.

But at that moment, on the other side of the hallway, the figure obscured by the darkness, at the staircase entrance preparing for a big move, the female journalist suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Following her words, a gust of wind blew over from the opposite side.

Right after that, a dazzling light as colorful as the Milky Way rushed forward, like a galaxy cascading down from the heavens, thunderously occupying the entire corridor's space!

The female social worker stood at the end of the corridor, the gust of the sudden attack lifting the hair on her forehead, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

With that speed of attack, did you really give others enough time to dodge?

She muttered to herself internally.

Afterward, the radiant light took over her entire field of vision.

She suddenly widened her eyes, and within those pitch-black pupils, colorful stars shimmered. For a moment, she seemed to witness the boundless expanse of the universe's starry river.

The stars in the universe slowly revolved, with seven particularly bright ones lighting up, interconnecting and reflecting off each other, faintly outlining an incredibly mysterious pattern.

The female social worker's gaze went blank as she stared blankly at the starry sky.

The pattern gradually became clear in her mind; it seemed to be a scene of all beings offering prayers and sacrifices, and yet, upon closer inspection, it looked merely like a pair of simple eyes. But how could the seven stars even connect to form two eyes?

The seven stars certainly weren't going to paint themselves.

Those eyes suddenly opened – a pair of jade-green pupils, empty yet profound, seemingly containing the truth of all things in the world, enticing one to unconsciously delve into their depths to explore.

But this sensation was only for the briefest of moments.

The next moment, the jade-green eyes vanished, and the brilliant cosmic galaxy disappeared without a trace.

In front of her was a clean and clear corridor.

The lighting in the corridor was dim, with only the moonlight from the sky providing a pale glow, but there were no streams of Dark Matter nor an endless procession of grotesque, twisted monsters.

"Are you okay?"

The female journalist jogged over and asked.

The female social worker came back to her senses, her black pupils staring straight at her, her lips curving into a smile, "I'm fine, Sister is really amazing, what was that move just now?"

"Seven Stars Conjunction. It took some time to accumulate power for the purification of those things, but it's good that you didn't let them interrupt me," the female journalist said with a smile.

"I got blown away by your power just now," the female social worker looked down slightly.

"Ah, sorry about that. But that move won't cause any harm to ordinary people, it only clears away those weird things. You weren't hurt, were you?" the female journalist's eyes scanned her with concern.

The social worker lifted her face and smiled slightly, "No wonder, I haven't been harmed."

As she spoke, she spread her arms and twirled in front of the female journalist, because the darkness that had stained her clothes before had also been dispersed, making her look clean and normal now.

Upon seeing this, the female journalist nodded silently.

Speaking of which, the girl had wielded a power that seemed to be on The Holy Side when she dealt with those monsters earlier.

Could it really be that she was just overthinking?

The female journalist glanced at the relaxed social worker and said, "Let's leave this place quickly, that enigmatic Lina might still be here, and it's not safe to stay too long."

"Okay," the social worker nodded obediently.

The two of them quickly left the right corridor and arrived at the staircase, not having seen the little girl named Lina again.

The female journalist certainly wasn't going to just stand around waiting for the other to appear again, and she turned to walk briskly toward the left corridor.

There was also a number plate on the first door on the left corridor near the staircase—

[308 Qiming Office].

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The orphanage's office should belong to the director, right?

However, this time, the female journalist didn't try to get close and peer into the room through the sidelight; all she did was take a careful look at the door, and then continued on her way.

[309], [310], [311]...

There were no names on the rooms that followed.

The female journalist suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Because there was only one room left.

The female journalist took a deep breath. She looked up carefully, with a heart full of anticipation and nervousness, and slowly cast her eyes toward the number plate above the door.

[314 Qiming Archive Room].

It was really here!

The female journalist's eyes blazed as she stared at the number plaque, then she turned her head to the social worker following behind and smiled, "We're here."

"So, shall we go in now?" the social worker tilted her head and looked at her with an innocent face.

"Now..."

The female journalist suddenly paused.

The Qiming Charity Hall Visit Manual, Rule Sixteen: The archive room containing Qiming Orphanage's records is on the third floor of the Qiming Building, and one should not enter the archive room unless necessary.

She recalled how the police auxiliary that led them here had only opened two doors before he visibly became freakish.

Originally, she and the photographer had kept the auxiliary around precisely to open this last door for them, but she had not expected that the three of them would suffer misfortune on the second floor with the Black and White Dice.

So now, there was no cannon fodder to help open this door.

The female journalist had an inscrutable expression and turned to say, "Maybe the rules have changed now, and it might not be good for us to rush in."

Without any doubt, the social worker leaned in closer, "Let me see what's inside first."

Each room here has a sidelight on the front and back doors. The female journalist didn't stop her but moved aside slightly, watching the girl approach the door and tip-toe to peer through the high sidelight.

Inside was pitch black.

Only the moonlight streaming in through the window on the opposite side of the room vaguely revealed the layout inside, with rows of bookshelves standing tall, and a desk and chair near the entrance to the front door.

Apart from the furniture, there didn't seem to be anyone inside.

In fact, the archive room was the least dangerous place.

Because the source of danger was the director of the Qiming Orphanage.

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