Her body trembled. Tu Jiaya had tried to guess who the kidnappers were before but she never thought they were not humans!
One was a man around 30, who was white and clean. If he didn’t wear an odd black robe and floated in the air, he might look gentle and refined.
As to the other one… he was too scary, Tu Jiaya even didn’t want to recall his appearance.
As a matter of fact, Tai Yinzi felt really depressed when he saw Tu Jiaya’s expression. Therefore, he simply clammed up, gazing at the wall alone.
Black Soul No.9 wanted to frighten Tu Jiaya further, thus he stretched out his hand, summoning a mirror from the corner to Tu Jiaya without touching it.
He just needed to shatter Tu Jiaya’s mind to make her disorientated. Then with the help of the ability of a black soul envoy, bring out the vicious thought within her heart.
Each envoy had their own way or style to induce the customers… As for No.9, he was regarded as of the one with no style whatsoever.
Put another way, the style of no style was his style… which meant, he tend to use the most efficient methods.
At that moment, her sister’s face was revealed in the mirror. Tu Jiaya’s jaw dropped in amazement when she found this unbelievable scene.
“Are you curious that why the appearance in the mirror is not yourself?” Black Soul No.9 spoke stonily, “Do you know who kidnapped you here? It was your sister.”
Black Soul No.9 sneered, “Why? Don’t you believe it? But have you noticed that your voice differs, and your body feels different… Most importantly, your addiction hasn’t occurred even after so long… hasn’t it?
No.9’s voice sounded illusory, like the innermost thoughts of Tu Jiaya, which slowly hypnotized her into a trance.
“Jiaqing… How could Jiaqing make… That’s impossible…”
No.9’s voice gently said, “Why is it impossible? Our presence can testify this, and so does the change in your body. Your sister made a wish to replace you… and even shut you up in this place.”
“That’s impossible… You lied to me, you liar… Jiaqing… my sister would never do this to me…” Tu Jiaqing’s consciousness became blurry gradually.
“Why? You don’t believe it?” No.9 laughed evilly. “Well, it’s normal not to believe it… But why would your sister treat you this way? She should not. You don’t want her to walk down the same way--- joining the company because you’re clear about all the dirty deeds necessary. You urged your sister not to become an artist. You know her inside out. You even intended to start your own studio to cultivate you sister after getting the contract period was over…You’re protecting her, suffering alone. Below the s.h.i.+ny appearance and reputation, you’re under the control of the company, dependent on drugs and the sorrow from letting the bigwigs do whatever they want at will…”
“Stop talking! Stop talking!!!”
Unwittingly, the rope around her body had been untied automatically.
“You’re bearing all these by yourself. Your inspiration starts to fade away and you forget your pa.s.sion for creating music. You were forced to become addicted to drugs and can’t focus on songwriting… In fact, you started to become dependent on the drugs, feeling painful and confused, sad and helpless. You have to hide yourself in the illusionary world that those harmful things bring you too.”
“Don’t speak!! Don’t… don’t…” Tu Jiaya covered both her ears in pain.
“Everything you did, was merely for protecting your sister. However, the person you loved the most made a wish to steal everything you owned in the end.”
“Stop talking, please… please…” She curled up her body, feeling like the whole world had collapsed.
“Do you remember how you fainted? Your sister even felt like killing you, making you disappear…”
Looking at Tu Jiaya that was all tears, No.9 took two steps forward. In a magical voice, he said “Do you feel pain? A thousand times more than when the addiction kicks
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