Chapter 88, Chapter Thirty-Five: The Fantasy Mansion
Wen Ting tried to spit out the steamed bun for a long time, but she couldn't.
Ah Jia shouldn't have died.
Ajak's eyes were filled with hatred for her, but at the time she was only thinking about avoiding revenge and let him die.
Looking back now, the normal plot should have been that the female protagonist travels through time, rescues the priest who died unjustly, resolves the misunderstanding, and gets the way home from the priest.
She made a mistake from the very beginning.
The novelty of power brought by the position of village chief faded, and the world became increasingly bizarre. The desolation of the old era seeped out from the cracks and corners, growing wildly like weeds, making Wen Ting shudder.
She desperately wanted to go back, but the priest was dead.
The two blood-stained steamed buns were still on the kang table. The bite she took didn't have any red spots, but when she bit into them, the red spots were right in front of her nose, and the fishy, sweet smell still lingers in her nasal cavity.
As darkness fell, a tiny red dot, the size of a fingernail, stood out starkly on the two gray steamed buns, like two bloodshot eyes staring at Wen Ting.
Wen Ting immediately threw it out to feed the chickens.
She squatted in front of the chicken coop, watching the chickens peck away at the steamed buns until they were completely gone, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Brushing off the dust, just as he was about to get up, the two roosters suddenly froze and fell straight down.
Wen Ting was taken aback.
What's wrong?
She went up and touched the rooster. Its two claws were stiff and rigid. She pushed it, and its beak trembled and opened and closed as if it were crying out in pain.
A few seconds later, the chicken's beak opened and closed wider and wider, and suddenly a black line emerged from the beak, twisting back and forth in the air.
Wen Ting suddenly stepped back. It wasn't a black line, but a black caterpillar!
One, two... the leading caterpillars pushed open the chicken's beak, and a continuous stream of caterpillars poured out of the chicken's mouth.
First the mouth, then the eyes, then the chicken's rear end; more and more caterpillars crawled out of the chicken's body, tangling and twisting all over the ground.
They crawled out of the chicken's body, then turned around and climbed onto the carcass to gnaw on the rooster.
Nearly a hundred black worms were stuck to the two roosters, worms one on top of another, turning the chicken carcasses into a wriggling worm mass.
Wen Ting's legs went weak, and she retreated far away.
Her mind went blank, her throat itched, and she felt like the bug was crawling inside her body.
Upon considering this possibility, Wen Ting's face turned deathly pale.
Both roosters ate steamed buns, but the rooster died while the hen remained lively and energetic.
Seeing a pile of insects on the ground, it even pecked at two of them. After eating them, it didn't seem to do anything unusual, but it found the taste unpleasant and quickly walked away.
Hundreds of caterpillars quickly devoured the two roosters, leaving not even feathers or skeletons.
They wriggled and dispersed, quickly disappearing into the yard.
Wen Ting's scalp tingled with fear as she looked around in terror, having no idea where they had disappeared to!
What is this? What is this thing?!
She rushed back into the house, glancing up at the ceiling before opening the door, afraid that two caterpillars would fall down if she pushed it open.
Trembling, she rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out the insecticide powder, scattering it all over the house, even the bedding.
The sun had completely set, and the candles could barely illuminate many places. Wen Ting always felt that black insects were lurking in those dim corners.
Unable to stay any longer, she considered asking to stay at someone else's house for the night, when she suddenly remembered the origin of the steamed bun—
These are steamed buns that the villagers gave her.
Gong Baidie has more than one scar on his wrist; countless people have taken blood from him long ago.
Did they eat it? How many people in the village ate the blood of the White Butterfly?
No, no, no, perhaps the problem isn't with Gong Baidie's blood, but with the steamed bun itself!
Wen Ting huddled anxiously beside the candle, afraid to stand or sit, terrified that an insect might crawl out from somewhere.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth, picked up her lantern, and went out to check on the situation at the house of the person who delivered the steamed buns.
The couple who delivered the steamed buns opened the door in surprise: "Why is the village chief here?"
Wen Ting first checked the room with a lamp to make sure she didn't see any insects in her field of vision before cautiously entering.
"I want to ask about those two steamed buns," she asked bluntly, "was it Gong Baidie's blood?"
The couple exchanged a glance and gave each other a knowing, bitter smile.
A baby's cries came from the inner room, not very loud. The man immediately went back to his room upon hearing them.
The crying stopped, and then came the soft smacking and swallowing.
“Ni’er has had a fever for two days and three nights. She didn’t even have the strength to cry at this time yesterday.” The woman said to Wen Ting from the outer room with a worried look on her face. “I just gave my husband two blood buns and then went to breastfeed her. Ni’er drank them and her fever went down immediately.”
"He ate it?" Wen Ting's pupils contracted slightly. "How many did he eat?"
"We made eight in total. Don't worry, we know the rules. We took four to offer to the Butterfly Fairy before we ate them."
Rules? What rules?
Wen Ting feigned seriousness: "Do you really know the rules?"
“We are definitely the most careful about this.” The woman lifted the curtain, revealing a small shrine with a bronze statue inside. Sure enough, there were four blood-stained steamed buns on the altar. “After taking the celestial messenger’s blood, we must first make an offering and inform the goddess.”
Wen Ting scoffed at such a thing, but immediately thought of the dead rooster.
Could it be that she ate without offering any sacrifices, breaking the rules, and thus the "Butterfly Fairy" punished her?
Fortunately, she didn't eat the blood spot... but she did swallow a bite of steamed bun, does that count as eating it?
No, this shouldn't count... does it count...?
Seeing that she looked unwell, the woman assumed she was being blamed: "Ni'er had a high fever, and we were so worried that we rushed over as soon as we heard that Gong Baidie had become a celestial envoy. We forgot to inform you beforehand, and we are truly sorry."
Celestial messenger?
Wen Ting initially thought it was just a matter of randomly targeting a weak person to extract blood, but judging from these words, it seemed that Gong Baidie's blood was effective only because of his special status.
Thinking back, Gong Baidie didn't have any wounds on his hands when she first transmigrated. At that time, the disease was severe, and no one took his blood.
In other words, the changes occurred after she traveled through time.
"When did you hear that he had become a 'celestial messenger'?" Wen Ting asked.
"Just... just when Ni'er started burning up," the woman stammered. "Qian told us that a month ago, the dead tree in the Gong family's yard was covered with gray cocoons, which later hatched into butterflies."
"Isn't this what it looked like when the Butterfly Fairy possessed her?"
"When we went over to check today, it really was a tree full of butterflies, so we asked him for some blood to take back and save the baby."
She looked at Wen Ting nervously, "Several families have already taken the papers, I thought you had already agreed."
Wen Ting gasped.
She finally understood why Bai Baidie was in such a hurry to show her the butterflies—
Having witnessed the villagers' awe-inspiring yet fervent attitude towards the butterflies, he assumed she would like them too.
Inside the room, the man finished breastfeeding and came out carrying the baby.
He looked somewhat haggard, while the baby girl in his arms had a rosy complexion and was smacking her lips, savoring the taste of milk.
The sight of a withered, emaciated man and a vibrant baby girl in a dimly lit old house sent chills down Wen Ting's spine.
She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to go back.
Butterfly Fairy.
Every household in this village has a statue of a deity, and there was also a Butterfly Fairy in the original owner's house.
What happened today was too absurd. With the attitude of "better safe than sorry," Wen Ting tried lighting an incense stick.
When bowing to the bronze statue of the god, Wen Ting felt a fear of being assimilated by her environment, yet she dared not stand out.
"Your Majesty, if you truly have a spirit, could you please tell me how to return?" she prayed to the statue. "I truly did not know that it was your blood. Please forgive me this once. Whatever you need, I will try my best to satisfy you."
The statue did not answer her, and she pondered to herself, "This disciple is foolish. If you really possess Gong Baidie's body, why would you let humans take your blood for nothing?"
The village's rule is: if you offer the god's blood to the god, you can use the god's blood at will—this is completely robber logic.
“You are so compassionate that you cut off your own flesh to feed the eagles, but I cannot allow your body to be ruined like this.”
She needed to observe further. If Gong Baidie's blood truly had miraculous effects, then the world she lived in could not be judged by ordinary standards.
If the Butterfly Fairy is a benevolent deity who saves people from suffering, then treating Gong Baidie well might move her.
If He is an evil god, then those who have drunk His blood will never have a good end.
Wen Ting was really unsure whether she had eaten or not. She wanted to leave the village and live in the town, but Ajak's death served as a wake-up call for her.
If ghosts and spirits truly exist, she has already been tainted by karma, and leaving the village now would surely mean certain death.
We can no longer act according to common sense; the best course of action now is to appease this butterfly fairy.
If she's lucky, she might get a way to return to her original world from the Butterfly Fairy;
If they are unlucky, even leaving the village will not save them from death.
Wen Ting observed for two more days with unease, and witnessed with her own eyes another man taking Gong Baidie's blood.
The man took the blood home to his ailing mother. That very night, the old woman, who had been bedridden for a month, got out of bed.
Wen Ting covered her mouth, her stomach churning.
This is no coincidence; there really are fantastical elements in this world.
Given this situation, she had no choice but to take action.
Wen Ting tidied up the inner room and chose a sunny day to visit the Gong family.
Before she even got close, she heard the intermittent chanting again.
Gong Baidie stood in the courtyard, his cheeks sunken in, his lips, which had been purplish from the cold, turned white, and his body was even weaker, a mere moving skeleton. Yet his mental state remained strangely vigorous.
Upon seeing Wen Ting, he ran over happily, leaned against the breach in the courtyard wall, and giggled at her.
She has a cute smile.
The thought suddenly struck Wen Ting, who was startled.
What is she thinking—wait, what is she thinking?
Is she really going to bring such a weirdo and crazy person into her life?
Judging from the usual game mechanics, treating Gong Baidie kindly should be a safe choice, but this isn't a game! She should leave the village immediately and seek medical treatment in a big city!
Is she crazy? How can she think in the way of games?
For a moment, Wen Ting was surprised by her own thought process.
This surprise was only momentary. A moment later, she thought, "Since time travel and divine blood have appeared, I can no longer think in the same way as before. Perhaps treating this as a game will give me a better chance of winning."
Passed through...?
Why is she subconsciously treating this place like a game again...?
"You're here." The man inside the courtyard wall smiled. "You're here again?"
"Hmm," Wen Ting said in a friendly manner, "I came to see how you're doing."
Gong Baidie tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Looking at butterflies?"
“Look at the white butterflies,” Wen Ting said.
"White Butterfly?" Gong Baidie turned her head, glanced at the tree in the yard, and shook her head at her. "There is no White Butterfly."
Wen Ting smiled: "Isn't that what's in front of me?"
Gong Baidie looked blankly at the wall, then laughed and spun around behind it.
The tattered red dress fluttered in the air. He lifted the stained hem and smiled at Wen Ting, "There's no white, it's red! No white, no white!"
"Oh my, it really is! The white butterfly is red from head to toe."
“Red, so pretty~” Gong Baidie swayed her skirt, “I like red.”
Wen Ting said warmly, "My sister has many red dresses at home, would you like to go take a look?"
Gong Baidie's eyes lit up, and she immediately tried to climb over the wall.
"No, no!" Wen Ting quickly stopped him. "You'll fall here. Wait for me, I'll come in and get you."
This was the first time she had stepped into the Gong family's mansion. The old house, destroyed by fire, still hinted at its former grandeur; its layout was far more imposing than the village chief's house.
From afar, Wen Ting saw the withered plum tree covered with butterflies.
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but there seem to be more butterflies on the plum tree than before.
Her scalp tingled, and she dared not approach, so she stood at the door and waved to Gong Baidie.
Gong Baidie rushed over with a big smile as soon as she saw her.
He was extremely thin, as if he were just skin and bones. His hair and clothes were disheveled, and he moved with a light and graceful gait, like a butterfly.
“Let’s go,” Wen Ting said with a friendly smile, “come home with me.”
She grasped his hand, and shivered from the cold.
Gong Baidie lowered her eyes, the corners of her lips curving into a deeper smile, and sweetly said okay.
What a despicable person.
Every time he treated her well, she kept him at arm's length; but when he tormented her, she would take the initiative to cling to him.
How could he possibly try to love someone like that?
Between them, there can only be hatred.
Wen Ting brought Gong Baidie home, which sparked a lot of discussion.
The news that Gong Baidie was possessed by the Butterfly Fairy has already spread. The Butterfly Fairy is a treasure trove, and Wen Ting's actions are tantamount to taking it all for herself.
But she killed the priest and stopped the strange disease that even the priest could not control. The villagers were in awe of her and gave up after several unsuccessful attempts to persuade her.
This is temporary; soon someone will come begging for Gong Baidie's blood.
What exactly is that blood, and what is the purpose of the Butterfly Fairy bestowing this blood upon humankind?
Since the Butterfly Fairy allowed humans to take her blood, she must have had a purpose, whether good or bad. Wen Ting dared not make a decision for her rashly.
She then asked the villagers to wait while she went back into her house to ask Gong Baidie.
It had been a week since Gong Baidie was brought back, and Wen Ting first cleaned his body.
She spent two and a half hours washing his long hair; if she hadn't been worried about "damaging his divine body," she would have cut it all off with a pair of scissors long ago.
She poured out the water from the wash basin by basin and brought in buckets of clean water. After finally finishing the wash, she knelt on the floor to wipe his feet and put on his underwear. He sat on the bed, laughing and joking, grabbing her hair and shaking her head like a claw machine lever. His grip was incredibly strong, easily tearing off quite a bit of hair.
She tried to teach him to let go, but he not only refused to let go of her hair, but also went further, grabbing her face and forcefully prying open the corners of her eyes with his fingers.
Wen Ting has never been this gentle and patient with her younger siblings. If the Butterfly Fairy were a conscientious deity, she would have granted her at least three wishes.
Just in case, for the first three days she still put a hemp rope around Gong Baidie's neck and tied him to a pillar.
Three days later, finding that the man was relatively well-behaved, she removed the rope and locked him in the inner room.
He doesn't make a fuss about going out, and apart from occasionally singing, he hardly makes any noise, much quieter than a dog.
"Little Butterfly".
Unlocking the inner room, Wen Ting pushed the door open and went in, seeing Gong Baidie sitting on the bed embroidering—
He's even forgotten how to take a bath, but he can still do double-sided embroidery.
On several occasions, Wen Ting felt angry that this madman was toying with her.
Especially when Gong Baidie kicked her face with foot bath water or spat at her while eating, Wen Ting would always get inexplicably angry.
She quickly suppressed her anger with reason.
She knew perfectly well that he couldn't be faking his madness, and there was really no need for her to hold a grudge against him.
Hearing the door open, Gong Baidie turned her head.
He caused her a lot of trouble this week, but at least his attitude was good. Every time he saw her, he would smile happily and say, "Love me, love me!"
“It’s not ‘love me,’ it’s ‘Wen Ting.’” Wen Ting corrected him again, sitting down next to him. “I want to ask you something, Xiao Die.”
He said he didn't like white, so Wen Ting stopped calling him "White Butterfly".
"Hmm?" Gong Baidie put down her embroidery and looked at her intently.
Wen Ting pointed to his wrist, where the scars were still unhealed. "Someone wants your blood. Are you willing to give it to them?"
"Blood?"
"Blood." Wen Ting made a wrist-cutting motion. "She said she had back pain and wanted to use your blood to treat it."
Drinking human blood for such a reason is absurd, but perhaps the Butterfly Fairy has her own plans, so she'll ask her anyway.
Without any hesitation, Gong Baidie extended her wrist: "Here you go."
Wen Ting reminded him, "If you don't want to, you can refuse."
Gong Baidie stretched out her hand again, "Here you go."
He was so generous that Wen Ting had no grounds to object.
She took a small bowl, sterilized a new pair of scissors by heating them over a fire, and hesitated before starting: "Um... Xiaodie, do you menstruate?"
Gong Baidie looked up, gazing at her with a bewildered expression.
Wen Ting hadn't had her period since entering this body. Since the woman was in a matriarchal society and the man was pregnant, she thought Gong Baidie would have her period.
"Alright, then I'll have to do it myself." She handed the scissors and cup to Gong Baidie. "You do it yourself."
Gong Baidie, holding the scissors, asked, "Shall I do it?"
"Okay, you come." She didn't want to get involved in the karma of harming the divine body.
Gong Baidie tilted her head, staring thoughtfully at the scissors.
The next instant, he suddenly gripped the scissors and stabbed his hand!
The joined scissors pierced straight through the palm, the tips protruding from the center.
Wen Ting gasped for breath as blood dripped into the bowl and onto the ground.
After the small cup was half full, Gong Baidie suddenly pulled out the scissors.
Another gush of blood gushed out. He raised the pierced hand and smiled at Wen Tingcan: "There's blood, drink it. Love me, drink it."
Amidst profound shock, Wen Ting looked at the insane and foolish Gong Baidie, feeling a mix of emotions.
Is the loss of a family member really that devastating?
If her family members were burned to death overnight... she could only ask for a week off at most... a week might not be approved, but actually, she should be able to finish the funeral arrangements over the weekend.
Wen Ting silently wrapped the gauze around Gong Baidie's hand. At this moment, he became obedient and let her do as she pleased without moving.
"Compared to you, I'm really cold-blooded and ruthless." Wen Ting tied the gauze in a knot.
It wasn't very well wrapped, but she tried her best.
“Going mad isn’t necessarily a bad thing.” After adjusting the wrinkles to no avail, Wen Ting picked up the blood-stained scissors. “In this day and age, if you’re sane and get married, you’ll be supplying blood to others for the rest of your life. It’s better to be mad.”
Anyway, the living are starving and freezing, and many people are dying of hunger and cold. If he goes crazy, at least he can sleep when he wants to sleep and sing when he wants to sing. He doesn't have to get up in the middle of the night to feed his child or get up before dawn to cook for the whole family.
Wen Ting tidied up the room and washed the towel used to wipe away the blood: "It's fine, what do you think?"
Gong Baidie didn't reply. She chuckled to herself, "Oh dear, doesn't that make me seem even more cold-blooded and heartless?"
Her dress suddenly sank as she was grabbed by Gong Baidie's injured hand.
Wen Ting turned around, and he smiled at her: "Blood, drink my blood."
“It wasn’t me,” Wen Ting said, picking up the small cup. “It was a woman from the village who wanted it.”
"Drink!" Gong Baidie stared at her stubbornly, displeased, "You drink!"
Is this just rambling nonsense, or is it an order from the Butterfly Fairy?
Wen Ting really didn't want to drink it, so she pulled her clothes aside and said, "I'm fine, I don't need this."
Gong Baidie didn't stop her anymore, but her eyes revealed deep regret.
This kind of bloodletting can't go on forever.
Wen Ting summoned the entire village and told them that the Butterfly Fairy needed the body of Gong Baidie. In order to ensure that the body would not be destroyed, blood would only be used once a month. Those who needed it could come and take it.
The blood in that cup was immediately drained, and the little bit left on the wall was licked clean.
Watching the woman stick out her tongue to lick the cup, Wen Ting felt indescribably disgusted. What was even more disgusting was that those who had drunk the blood were all invigorated on the spot, their faces full of vigor and vitality.
She gave the cup directly to the woman, and when she got home, she saw that the gauze on Gong Baidie's hand was bleeding, so she quickly replaced it with another one.
This blood is definitely not a good thing, Wen Ting was certain, and this Butterfly Fairy is definitely not a kind and righteous god.
This prediction turned out to be prophetic.
Half a month after the blood was divided, a scream pierced the village night.
Someone died.
The entire village gathered together and witnessed a horrifying scene: a woman lying on the bed, her body covered in wriggling black caterpillars.
The rustling sounds of gnawing could be clearly heard in the night. She was eaten clean, leaving not even bones or cloth behind.
Upon seeing this scene, several cries of agony suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Someone squatted down, covering their mouth and nose, and the stench of urine wafted from beneath them.
"How could this happen, how could this happen..."
"What do you mean!" Wen Ting immediately turned around and asked sharply, "What do you know!"
They collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with fear, their lips trembling: "Me too..."
"Recently, these kinds of worms have been crawling out of my mouth..."
"What!" Wen Ting exclaimed in shock.
The group murmured in panic, "How could someone die? I drank the blood of the Butterfly Fairy, how could I die..."
The villagers' expressions all changed.
More than one person has had worms emerge from their mouth, nose, and anus.
They just thought it was roundworms. It's common for roundworms to crawl out of the buttocks and mouth when you have too many in your stomach. It's not unusual for half a worm to come out of your nostril when you sneeze. Roundworms are nothing to be alarmed about.
"Cough, cough, cough..." As they were speaking, coughing suddenly broke out in the crowd.
Someone immediately cried out, "Insects—there are insects!"
Wen Ting suddenly turned her head and saw a man clutching his stomach, coughing up two black caterpillars onto the ground!
The people around immediately stepped back, clearing a space around the area.
He stared blankly at the writhing insect on the ground, bewildered and helpless: "No, this can't be! I drank the divine blood, I... I also made offerings to the goddess, I can't possibly die!"
No one dared to approach. He instinctively reached out to his wife, wanting her to testify for him: "My lady, you know, please speak up for me."
His wife quickly took a big step back, her face filled with terror.
After the caterpillars inside the house finished eating the corpse, they crawled out of the yard.
People retreated, and no one dared to touch them, watching them crawl away.
The caterpillars didn't crawl far; some climbed the wall, others the tree. Once they found a suitable spot, they began to spin silk, quickly forming gray cocoons.
Wen Ting made a decisive decision: "Take fire! Burn them!"
The shocked villagers snapped out of their daze and immediately gathered torches to burn the insects on the wall, following Wen Ting's instructions.
"No! You mustn't burn it! This is the Butterfly Fairy!" An old man from the village suddenly stood in front of the cocoon, shouting hoarsely, "Look carefully, this is a miracle of the Butterfly Fairy!"
The villagers holding torches froze, unable to move forward.
"It really seems to be the Butterfly Fairy..." "The butterflies on the Gong family's tree were originally in cocoons like this." "The Butterfly Fairy has manifested?" "How could the Butterfly Fairy kill someone?"
"That must be what she deserved! She must have done something terrible, and the Butterfly Fairy has come to take her away!" The old man slammed his cane on the ground, hysterically shouting, "What are you all standing there for! Burning butterflies will bring retribution! The Butterfly Fairy doesn't like fire, so hurry up and put out the fire!"
With those words, the torches were extinguished one by one.
Several families who were on good terms with the deceased stayed behind and helped the man of that family clean up the mess.
The man's sobbing echoed in the New Year's night wind. Wen Ting stared at the cocoons on the wall, feeling only absurdity.
Such a big matter, and it's just been left unresolved.
People abandoned the obviously strange insects and went home to desperately repent and pray.
There was no one around. She reached out to the nearest cocoon, but stopped just before touching it, just like the other villagers.
If this were a scientific world, even if she were all alone, she would definitely burn them without hesitation;
But this really doesn't seem like the world as we know it from a scientific perspective.
Wen Ting's fingers froze in front of the callus.
Really not? Do ghosts and spirits really exist?
Is it possible that this is just a pest she doesn't recognize?
She was struggling internally, her thought process of the past thirty years was being violently challenged.
She thought the people here were absurd, ignorant, and backward, but when something happened that was beyond her comprehension, she, like the villagers, immediately began to believe in ghosts and gods.
She was no different from them.
Wen Ting walked back to her house numbly.
She had always considered herself strong, but even she couldn't take it anymore that night.
The urge to go home was stronger than ever before. She had had enough of this world; she wanted to go back! Back to the capital, back to the civilized world!
She wanted to go back… she wanted to go back, even back to the ghost stories would be better than being here… ghost stories?
What kind of ghost story?
Wen Ting was bewildered.
Her throat felt a little itchy, so she covered her mouth and coughed twice. The next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Something was wriggling in her throat.
She immediately coughed violently, squeezing the contents out of her throat.
Snap—
A black caterpillar was spat out of her mouth, fell to the ground, and wriggled fleshily in her saliva.
"Giggle, giggle, hee hee hee ha ha ha ha!"
A sharp, mocking laugh rang out from the shadows. Wen Ting turned her head in surprise. The inner room was dark, with no lights on. A beautiful woman wearing only a thin robe leaned against the door, grinning at her.
In that instant, Wen Ting seemed to suddenly discover a worm crawling out from a dark corner.
"Love me, love me," he called softly, his madness gone, revealing a captivating and alluring beauty.
He emerged from the darkness, holding a pair of scissors, and approached Wen Ting. Wen Ting's knees buckled, and she instinctively stepped back.
"Don't hide," Gong Baidie said, displeased.
He took her hand, and with his other hand he held up the scissors, gesturing lightly in the air like a conductor's baton.
The blade gleamed heavily, its surface covered in rust.
He lowered his head and pressed it against hers, their noses rubbing together tenderly and intimately. "Do you love me? Do you need my blood?"
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Author's Note: Wen Ting: You mean, you pretended to be crazy for a year, endured a freezing winter, were chained up like livestock for three days and imprisoned for seven days, and were repeatedly forced to bleed 2000cc of blood at the risk of tetanus... all of this was to torture me?
Yes, that's the highest level of punishment for not liking someone.
Someone tries to harm each other, but ends up hurting the enemy by a hundred while also losing a thousand of their own.
When he was the game designer, the numerical balance was completely ruined.
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