That day, Qi An ended his broadcast.
Wen's mother said, "Son, you're either paralyzed or lying down all day long. You should at least go out for a walk. You've been resting for so long, and you've only gone out once. How are you going to find a partner like this?"
Ata: "Ha, the boss goes to Africa every time he goes out, one trip is worth a hundred trips."
Qi An got up and said obediently, "Okay, Mom, I'll go out for a walk and take a trip."
Wen's mother waved her hand: "Go, go, play for a few more days. You're always hanging around under my nose, it's so annoying."
Qi An: "..."
"I'm leaving now. Your Aunt Zhang invited me to play mahjong, but we're one short. Be careful and don't rush back."
Qi An said helplessly, "I know, don't be angry if you lose, I'll make it up to you when I get back."
"Who lost, you little brat? Can't you wish me well for once?"
No sooner had Wen's mother left than Wen's father grabbed his small radio and prepared to go to the park to practice Tai Chi.
"There's leftover rice in the pot. Wash the dishes after you finish eating."
Qi An: ...
Distance makes things better than proximity; indeed, love can fade.
Ata couldn't wait: "Yay, we're going on a trip!"
Fu Gui rubbed his hands together excitedly: "Finally, I can go out and get some fresh air. I've been so bored!"
Qi An said, "This time, let's make a big splash."
Under the escort of extradition officers, Hader finally stepped onto the border of his home country.
At this moment, his expression was gloomy and his eyes were distorted; he could no longer feign the sunny enthusiasm he had shown during the previous live stream.
Looking down at his flat lower body, the excruciating pain still lingered, filling him with both hatred and fear.
He suffered so much, yet he still doesn't know who harmed him.
Perhaps it wasn't human?
The feeling of being manipulated like a puppet, having your body controlled to chop off your penis with a knife, is terrifying.
The most terrifying thing was that when the police arrived, he actually picked up his treasure in front of everyone, chewed it up, and swallowed it whole.
Everyone who came at that time vomited.
He felt nauseous and wanted to stop, but he couldn't control his body.
He told the police many times that someone wanted to harm him, and the investigating policewoman slapped the tablet on his face with a look of disgust.
"Come on, explain yourself to me, where is the person who harmed you?"
"You took the knife yourself, you took off your pants yourself, and you chopped your own...you mean to say a ghost is trying to harm you?"
Harder sat on the iron chair, watching his own miserable state on the monitor, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead.
The policewoman turned off the monitor, leaned down and lowered her voice, as if even looking at him was disgusting.
"Even if there are ghosts, it's your retribution, you piece of trash. The ghosts of our Z country never kill innocent people indiscriminately. They believe in the principle of 'every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor.' You deserve it!"
The policewoman was still a little regretful; why hadn't she killed that pile of dog poop?
However, it would be quite troublesome if he died in Country Z.
He committed so many crimes in Country Z and harmed so many girls, yet the laws of Country Z cannot punish him. It's infuriating to think about it.
I really hope some kind-hearted deity will take this scumbag away.
Hader moved slightly, the handcuffs rattled, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
The escort in front of him glanced back at him, warned him to behave, and then turned away.
Suddenly, Had felt a chill run down his back, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
That familiar feeling came back.
There was an unseen person "sitting" next to him.
Hader's eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweating profusely. He wanted to shout for help and warn the people in front of him.
But just like last time when he chopped off his penis, he couldn't control his body.
A minute later, the prison van carrying the prisoners silently pulled up to the side of the road, and the guards slumped in their seats, unconscious.
Had, who should have been sitting in the back, was nowhere to be seen; only an open pair of handcuffs remained on the seat.
Had finally met the person who had harmed him; it turned out to be a seemingly gentle and harmless young man from the East.
Having experienced the young man's methods firsthand, Had was filled with hatred, but dared not make any rash moves.
He asked, "Why did you want to harm me? I have no grudge against you."
Qi An said, "Who harmed you? I just have OCD and can't stand dirty things."
Hader never expected such a reason; this mysterious young man from the East was even worse than him.
He clenched his fist and punched Qi An, but the young man stood still. Suddenly, a pretty young woman appeared next to him.
Hader's eyes lit up for a moment, then he became even more terrified and ran away as fast as he could.
I've heard that country Z is famous for its female ghosts. This woman crawled out of this man's body, and her entrance was just like that of a female ghost.
Fu Gui was disgusted by his gaze: "Damn it, a leopard can't change its spots."
He pulled out a whip and lashed it, dragging Had back like a dead dog.
"Why are you running, you son of a bitch? Do you think I look scary?"
After Fu Gui finished speaking, he glanced at Qi An, looking for confirmation.
Ata: "Yes, you're really ugly."
"You're the most beautiful," Qi An said dismissively without even looking at her.
Fu Gui chuckled: "Sister An An is the most beautiful, Fu Gui is second."
Ata huffed, "Boss, you're being unfair! You've never complimented my beauty."
Qi An suppressed his anger and said skillfully, "You're the cutest."
Ata blushed and rubbed her little hands together: "Actually, it's not so bad."
Had was terrified. Damn it, how come there's a third person talking, and it's a kid? Where is he?
"Please spare me, please let me go, I promise I'll never do it again."
Fu Gui, holding the whip, said, "I heard you really like Chinese culture. Have you ever played with a spinning top? I'll teach you."
Had was whipped mercilessly by Fugui like a spinning top, his skin torn and bleeding, crawling all over the ground, his howls, a mixture of Chinese and English, echoing across the wilderness.
Finally, he lay on the ground, barely alive, staring in horror at the sweet-looking girl.
In his eyes, the girls of Country Z were all foolish and beautiful little lambs; he never imagined there would be such a terrifying man-eating flower.
Qi An snapped his fingers, and Had instantly lost all feeling in his body; he had become a puppet again.
Qi An ordered, "You're too noisy, pull out your tongue."
Hader personally pulled out his tongue bit by bit.
Now he couldn't even scream anymore. He thought he was going to die, but then he heard the demon say:
"Don't worry, you won't die without my permission."
Had thought in despair, "Could the legend be true? Does the secret art of the East really exist?"
Qi An: "Don't you love being famous the most? I'll make you famous in a big way, the kind that makes international news and becomes famous all over the world."
Fugui asked excitedly, "Sister An'an, what are we going to do?"
"Waste should be recycled and reused; it's a pity to waste it."
Qi An waved his hand, and the group disappeared from the spot.
An island nation in Asia.
The azure sky, with large, fluffy white clouds floating overhead, resembled a scene from their animated film.
On a street where cherry blossoms were fluttering, an old man with a dark spot on his face stood on a high platform, giving a passionate and eloquent speech.
A circle of bodyguards stood guard below the stage, while the audience behind them were all listening.
No one noticed that a black man wearing a hat had suddenly appeared on the outermost edge.
Had stood there, looking at the scene before him, feeling a growing sense of panic.
He had seen that person on television; he was the top leader of the island nation, the actual person in power.
What exactly does that demon want him to do?
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