Chapter 148 There is a third person in the darkness, look back
"Be in despair, repent, be fearful, and then die in agony... What a great line, well, it belongs to me." Behind the scrap pile, a playful murmur muttered to himself.
The cold lens quietly watched through the darkness the fierce fight between the man and woman on the open rooftop, just like a heartbroken husband hiding in the night, silently photographing the scene of his wife and her lover having sex in the wild.
Pah pah pah, pongpongpong.
The dull sound of flesh colliding, interspersed with the man's heavy breathing and the woman's sharp howl, these sounds merged into a most primitive and shocking symphony.
“Die, die, die, die! Die!” Feng Yuhuai twisted his waist, his hair fluttered wildly, and his arms flared, making a sound like a venomous snake spitting out its venom.
"Hahaha, pay attention to your image. Don't be too ugly if you're blind." Chang Qingsen dodged left and right, waving the dagger in his hand wildly, laughing morbidly, trying to irritate Feng Yuhuai further.
He twisted his left foot and turned to avoid the "snake hand" that was shooting at him. Then, his calf shook violently and he stepped hard on the ground. His waist bent like a spring and he moved around to the diagonal rear of Feng Yuhuai in a very strange way.
The dagger in his hand rotates, accompanied by sharp slashes. This is an advanced technique in fighting daggers - the poisonous dragon drill.
Feng Yuhuai glanced behind her with resentment in her only remaining eye. She quickly activated her snake-transforming power and moved half a step sideways as if she had no bones.
At the same time, the instep of her foot straightened instantly like a taut bowstring, and the power gushed out from her legs, turning into a ferocious force, kicking violently behind her.
The air exploded with a dull sound under this blow.
Chang Qingsen's scalp went numb and his shoulders sank, but his body did not retreat but moved forward, taking the damage. At the same time, he changed direction with his wrist and stabbed the dagger straight into Feng Yuhuai's...shirt pocket.
Chang Qingsen's shoulders trembled, and he flew backwards, knocking down the pile of waste behind him, causing stones to fly and dust to rise.
While in mid-air, Chang Qingsen felt his intestines in his waist and abdomen trembling and almost falling out of his clothes.
He pushed his palms against the ground suddenly, rolled over to release the force, and climbed up quickly and awkwardly.
With a sudden tug of his hand, he tore off the blood-soaked tattered cloth strip on his shoulder, revealing the bloody shoulder bone underneath.
The excruciating pain of digging out flesh and bones made his temple throb more violently, as if it would explode with every beat of his pulse.
"My left shoulder is half broken."
Chang Qingsen's eyes were solemn. As soon as they started fighting, he could feel the gap between him and Feng Yuhuai in strength and speed. Fortunately, the other party had just blinded an eye.
One eye means that the opponent's blind spot will become larger, and the judgment of distance will be inaccurate. Most importantly, the opponent has an obvious weak point.
Chang Qingsen challenged him sullenly, "The field of vision of one eye is very asymmetrical, isn't it?"
A ball of blood mist suddenly burst out from Feng Yuhuai's chest, and a shocking knife wound slowly emerged, and the fat flesh was trembling.
There was a cut on her shirt pocket, and a rag doll was half hanging on the edge of the pocket.
Feng Yuhuai held the rag doll tightly, and its chest was cruelly cut open, revealing the bright red cotton ball inside, as if it was blood and flesh overflowing from the wound.
"Despicable!" Feng Yuhuai's gums were about to break. If looks could eat people, Chang Qingsen would have been devoured by now without even a bone left.
Chang Qingsen grinned: "Thank you for the compliment."
Feng Yuhuai took two deep breaths, and suddenly suppressed the violent ups and downs of his chest. He said in a cold voice: "Your strength is definitely not enough to rank last in the mock exam. You concealed your strength."
Chang Qingsen didn't take it seriously and just responded lightly: "How can my insignificant reservations be compared with the secrets hidden in you?"
Chang Qingsen's eyes were complicated, with deep fear and uncontrollable greed. He said eagerly and twistedly as if confessing to his lover: "I really want to cut open your beautiful body, reach into it with my own hands, touch it carefully, and feel whether it is warm flesh and blood or cold cotton thread."
Feng Yuhuai laughed in anger: "I won't make mistakes again, don't even think about angering me again."
Feng Yuhuai realized that Chang Qingsen was not the worst student as described in the [link] information. Although the opponent was not as strong and fast as himself, his response strategy was extremely cunning, and he targeted his weak spot in a despicable way.
Feng Yuhuai calmed down. She grabbed a thread of the doll and dug it into the flesh with her fingernails.
Chang Qingsen's pupils shrank. He saw the thread end, which seemed to be surging and tumbling, as if it came alive and penetrated into the flesh, then sutured and tightened in circles.
"Praise the Puppet Mother!"
Feng Yuhuai's voice was hoarse, and the rag doll in her hand seemed to be unraveling, and all of it was integrated into her flesh.
With every breath, the flesh on Feng Yuhuai's chest slowly closed together, regaining its smooth contour. In the end, only a tiny red line was left faintly visible on the skin.
Feng Yuhuai's face trembled as he endured the excruciating pain of his skin being stitched shut.
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The blood stains on her face faded away, revealing a spotless appearance again, except for the eerie paleness in her right eye socket.
Feng Yuhuai's other eye rolled 360 degrees. She stared at Chang Qingsen with resentment and made a strange sound from her mouth.
Although she was the only one speaking, two completely different voices seemed to come out of her mouth at the same time. One was her own, full of resentment and gloom; the other was the voice of a strange girl, pure but weird.
The two voices merged in the air, causing the temperature around them to drop as well, and it was chilling: "Thanks to you, you don't even know what conditions I agreed to with Puppet Mother."
Tears and bloodshot intertwined in Feng Yuhuai's eyes, like a broken bead curtain. Her originally harmonious face seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, half of it immersed in tears of grief, while the other half twisted into a perverse smile: "So, it's your turn next."
As if possessed by some dirty thing, Feng Yuhuai's majesty suddenly increased. Her black hair moved without wind, and her terrifying aura seemed to turn into tangible air pressure, rushing towards Chang Qingsen.
Chang Qingsen suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and the alarm bells in his heart were beating like crazy drums: "Is this Feng Yuhuai's true face? Is this form the real [Mask]?!!"
When facing Feng Yuhuai before, Chang Qingsen still had the idea of dissecting the other party, but facing Feng Yuhuai at this moment, who had eaten into his weak spot, Chang Qingsen just wanted to escape first.
But he couldn't just turn around and run away like this. He had to find someone to cover his back, or at least attract Feng Yuhuai's attention for a moment.
Chang Qingsen quietly backed away while calmly saying, "Feng Yuhuai, aren't you curious as to why I came to this unfinished building in the middle of the night?"
Before Feng Yuhuai could think, Chang Qingsen quickly gave the answer: "Because someone asked me to come here. Yes, besides the two of us, there is a third person hiding in the dark."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Qingsen threw the phone forward. The phone with the lit screen drew an arc in the air, spinning and shining light on the messy piles of waste around it.
In the fleeting light, Chang Qingsen indeed caught a glimpse of a figure standing quietly in the darkness.
(End of this chapter)
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