Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 439 - 315: Han Xinyue, Fear, Encounter with Que Long Again, Qilin Holy Armor.

"Han Xinyue, you must not forget, not even in death."

Han Xinyue awoke from a moon-white bed, feeling as if she had been fished out of water, her underclothes soaked with sweat, the budding breasts faintly discernible through the damp fabric. Experience tales at novelbuddy

She pushed open the window, outside was pitch black, the stars in the sky dimmed, and a crescent moon barely shined, obscured by drifting dark clouds.

For some reason, Han Xinyue always felt that whether it was the stars or the crescent moon, if she looked at them long enough, they seemed somewhat counterfeit.

"Failed again, was I caught last time?" Han Xinyue looked at her lotus-white arm and felt a dim sorrow, sensing that she had once again forgotten something, and even, it seemed, that something had been added to her body.

When a person loses all memory, even if the shell remains, is she still herself?

"Perhaps after being caught a few more times, I won’t be me anymore."

"No, I must survive, even if for my grandfather’s sake, Han Xinyue, you cannot admit defeat like this."

Nails dug into the flesh, the sharp pain slightly invigorated Han Xinyue’s spirit, and after encouraging herself, she recited the memories she deemed important three times. Then, she got up and approached the door.

According to her memory, at this hour, the strange entities should not come to the Southern Garden where she lived.

There was naturally no need for lanterns, and although the mana in her body was suppressed by foreign forces by ninety-nine percent, limiting her usable mana to the peak of refining essence into qi, her ability to see in the dark remained unimpaired.

Her mission this time was to find Yuan Yuan, her sister, and then escape.

Han Xinyue did not know why she was here; she had gone to sleep as usual days before, and upon opening her eyes, found that everyone in the Han Mansion had vanished without a trace, not even a ghost shadow, only she and her sister remained in the vast residence.

As a young master who had ascended to the fifth level of the True Person Realm, Han Xinyue was mentally steadfast and did not give up easily. She knew that since the hidden force behind the scenes trapped her here, her task, or rather the only thing she could do, was to escape the Han Mansion.

If she kept getting caught by the entities within the mansion, after numerous times, an instinctual premonition warned her that her fate would be worse than death.

Furthermore, after several failed attempts to flee the mansion, the intelligent she had discovered a pattern: any information regarding her identity,

no matter how it was inscribed in the mansion or even on her body, would ultimately vanish without a trace. This was why she would recite her varying memories as soon as she awoke.

Although she did not know if it was useful, it brought her some comfort.

She gingerly closed the door and noticed the room next door suddenly open with a creak, and a round, roly-poly little girl holding a teddy bear walked out.

"Yuan Yuan, why have you come out? Come with me, quickly, and don’t speak," Han Xinyue hurriedly whispered in a lowered voice.

Just as she was about to reach for the little girl, Yuan Yuan looked at her uncomprehendingly and crisply said, "My friend has come to play with me."

"What? Friend?" Han Xinyue’s heart skipped a beat in terror. Were there other living people inside the Han Mansion besides her and Yuan Yuan?

She followed Yuan Yuan’s gaze, a flash of insight crossing her eyes, and saw three little girls standing in the bamboo garden courtyard, moving in unison and waving at her.

Each of the three wore heavy rouge, and their eye sockets were pitch black.

One resembled a paper effigy, another like one exploded by fireworks, and the third was crushed by a car, with the lower half of her legs barely attached by a layer of skin, emanating a faint Yin Qi.

"Good that they are only minor ghosts, easily vanquished with a wave of the hand, but causing such a commotion means I must hide again."

With a thought, Han Xinyue sent out three beams of mana and then, holding the little girl, dashed towards the direction of the Northern Garden.

She feared the noise here would attract the different entity within the mansion.

She had considered giving up in the face of all she was experiencing, but she knew that even if all this was merely a game by some mysterious adept, she had no right to refuse. All she could do was cooperate and then escape.

Only by persevering, buying time, and not sinking into despair could she give her grandfather the time to save her.

She was aware that given her grandfather’s indulgence and concern for her, he would surely notice the anomalies in her courtyard. Then, there would be a chance for change.

"Sister, why are we running?" the little girl in her arms suddenly asked, her arms as tender as lotus roots tightly hugging her neck.

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"Don’t speak, Yuan Yuan."

Her embrace grew tighter and tighter until it made Han Xinyue struggle to breathe.

"Not right, how could Yuan Yuan have such strength?" Han Xinyue, who had been focused on her surroundings, felt irritated by the size of her house for the first time. Under some pain, she finally turned her attention briefly to Yuan Yuan in her embrace.

The sight made her blood run cold; she was not holding Yuan Yuan, but instead, an entity with two tentacles resembling a facehugger.

Suddenly, the ’facehugger’ leaped forcefully and latched onto her face.

The greedy sound of sucking echoed.

At this moment, Han Xinyue felt no pain, but sensed something within her being drained away, while a strange substance was being infused into her mind.