Chapter 152: People will die if they are killed! !
A terrifying evil wind blew back, and Feng Yuhuai's cheek muscles seemed to be blown in by the strong wind, leaving a dent.
Her scalp was tingling and she quickly raised her hands to cover her chest.
"Puppetry: Removing the puppet!!"
Countless thin threads suddenly emerged from her arms. These threads seemed to have life and quickly intertwined in an instant, forming a layer of armor as soft as cotton.
Almost at the same moment, she lost all her human features from her arms to half of her body, as if she had been transformed by magic and turned into a fleshless rag doll.
Bang! puff! The puppet's arms were pierced, and the soft fabric on its chest was extremely concave, creating circles of air waves.
The floor beneath the puppet groaned under the heavy weight, the concrete cracked into dense grooves, and the steel bars inside were dented and broken.
There was a loud bang.
The floor collapsed with a loud bang, and the puppet smashed into the next floor like a cannonball. After the impact, it bounced back with amazing force.
Feng Yuhuai's eyes went dark. Even though she had turned into a puppet, she could still feel the terrifying power surging in her body, as if the whole world was shaking.
Her head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and it felt extremely heavy. Even with her body as a puppet, she couldn't completely resist and absorb this horrible impact.
The puppet-like state was difficult to maintain, and Feng Yuhuai was turned back into human form in an instant.
Blood gushed out of her mouth, the color was dark as ink. She could feel that her internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage. The tendons and bones in her body were broken over a large area, especially the muscles in her arms, which were almost shattered.
What's even more terrifying is that there was even a crack on Feng Yuhuai's skull, and the scene inside could be vaguely glimpsed through the white crack: the squirming brain matter and the trembling silk and cotton threads mixed together, like tofu brain mixed with cotton swaying.
Such injuries would have been fatal to ordinary people, enough to cause death in an instant.
However, for the half-puppet Feng Yuhuai, she could still barely maintain her life.
As long as there is still some "blood food" from the previous meal left in her body, the essence has not been completely consumed.
In other words, as long as the puppet mother clone that is parasitic in her body has not been beaten to death or starved to death, an endless supply of silk threads will flow out of her body, and she can continue to use all kinds of incredible puppetry techniques to continuously mend her tattered body.
"Praise the Puppet Mother!"
For the first time, Feng Yuhuai's heart was filled with heartfelt praise, and she sincerely praised the great power of the Puppet Mother.
In fact, at that moment, she unexpectedly felt a wave of gratitude towards Feng Mu in her heart.
After all, tracing back to the source, if Feng Mu had not inadvertently placed her under the sight of the Puppet Mother, leading to the decisive parasitic transformation, she, Feng Yuhuai, might have already become a pool of unrecognizable rotten meat.
In a flash, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Feng Yuhuai's mind, and then he instantly focused his attention and looked up at the top floor.
There, the center of the floor had collapsed, forming a huge hole. Several floor slabs were like a puzzle played by fate, barely connected together by twisted steel bars, and were shaking precariously.
They tilted down, as if they were obediently paved into a set of stairs that meandered downwards and were suspended in the air under the feet of the man who exuded a terrifying aura.
Grinning...Chang Qingsen's body seemed unwilling to be lonely and stayed on the top floor. It slid down and fell down, less than a few meters away from Feng Yuhuai.
Feng Yuhuai's pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't dare to look away. He stared at the man on the roof without blinking.
The latter was looking down from a high position, one hand gently supporting the mirror frame, appearing gentle and elegant, while the other hand was steaming with heat waves, with broken red lines hanging on it, appearing terrifying and violent.
"Who on earth brought this madman upon me?"
Feng Yuhuai felt a chill in her heart. The blood from her forehead flowed into her eyes, making her look even more vicious.
"Nice look, but unfortunately, you can't kill with just your eyes."
[Zheng Hang] walked down the winding stairs slowly and steadily, his cold glasses reflecting the coldness that penetrated into his bones. "Yu Huai, let me teach you a lesson. When facing an enemy who can kill you, no matter how much hatred you have, you must behave like a sheep, docile, otherwise..."
Feng Yuhuai's eyes shrank rapidly into needle points. The figure walking down the stairs in his sight was still moving forward, but the voice was coming from the back of his head.
"Otherwise, you will really die!"
Feng Yuhuai felt cold all over. Without thinking, she twisted her waist and kicked backwards with her toes.
Bang!
The toes seemed to be poking at an iron plate, and with a slight tap, he suddenly retreated due to the recoil, and the other toe slipped on the ground, and the whole person retreated violently.
Behind him, Zheng Hang's face that made him feel uneasy came into view. Feng Yuhuai quickly turned his head and glanced at the figure on the steps.
The figure walking down the stairs still maintained a steady pace and moved slowly downwards.
However, the moment he took another step forward, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if it had been suddenly erased by an invisible eraser.
"That kind of ghost shadows again, those ghost shadows are not illusory afterimages, but can move?!!"
Feng Yuhuai felt that the man in front of her was becoming more and more evil. She twisted her waist and retreated, swinging her left and right hands to shoot out silk threads that nailed onto the walls around her.
Then he pulled it along the direction of the momentum, and his whole body flew into the air. By constantly pulling the changing silk thread, he changed his position in the air, and in an instant, he escaped a distance of dozens of meters.
Feng Yuhuai looked at Zheng Hang, who was being chased by a string of ghostly figures behind him, and suddenly stopped abruptly, gathering all his strength into his right hand.
"You can't kill me!!!" Feng Yuhuai screamed, "Puppet Technique: Red Bite!"
His whole body of energy and blood was burning, and his right arm suddenly expanded and exploded. Countless red lines surged and condensed into a giant man-eating flower that would devour anyone it wanted. It opened its bloody mouth and bit down on [Zheng Hang]'s head.
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At the same time, Feng Yuhuai's left leg twisted flexibly as if it had no bones, instantly tearing through the air, making a sound like a snake spitting out its tongue, and kicked Zheng Hang's lower body at a vicious and tricky angle.
This move is the most insidious one in [Snake Power] - Snake Tail Whip!
The double killing moves were performed at the same time, like two sharp spears, piercing Zheng Hang's vital points unexpectedly.
One up and one down, one bright and one dark, the two forces intertwined into a web of death, which stabbed Zheng Hang's fatal spot with the force of thunder, leaving him with no way to avoid and unable to defend himself.
[Zheng Hang] had a calm expression on his face, his eyes were dark and deep, and he said indifferently: "Okay, let's end this gentle farce here!"
[Zheng Hang] stood in place, raised his arms quickly, spread out his five fingers, and his white finger bones popped out one by one, like five ferocious sickle hooks, swinging rapidly from bottom to top.
Visible ripples appeared in the air, and an overwhelming, indescribable chill rushed into the giant mouth of the carnivorous plant.
At the same time, [Zheng Hang] raised his right foot and blocked Feng Yuhuai's kick.
In the fierce head-on collision, Feng Yuhuai's toes pierced the opponent's knees like sharp arrows, and the snake tail whip's fangs were instantly shattered.
A crisp sound echoed in the air, and Feng Yuhuai felt a sharp pain in his toes instantly. His whole body became unstable and shaky.
The carnivorous plant she was swinging suddenly stopped in the air, as if its fate was strangled by the throat.
An iron hand penetrated into it, and the inside began to shatter into pieces, as if it was being madly stirred by countless scissors. In an instant, it was shredded from the inside out into flying petals.
"Yu Huai, you have to understand that when people are killed, they will die. If you don't die, you should be grateful, because I love you deeply enough!"
Echoing in the rain of petals drifting all over the sky, a mysterious, teasing whisper sounded as if the god of death was whispering in your ear.
This voice, like a faint blue phosphorescence in the night wind, was irresistibly engraved into the depths of Feng Yuhuai's soul. From time to time, it would echo repeatedly in her mind on lonely nights, lingering for a long time.
Feng Yuhuai's pupils gradually blurred. She didn't know if it was the hallucination before death. She seemed to see the shadow of another face in the face that was so close to her?
Before Feng Yuhuai had time to think, she felt a hand falling from the sky and grabbing her chest without any warning. The force was so fierce that there was no room for explanation.
Moreover, before her palm touched her skin, she heard the cry of a crane in her ears, sharp and long, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky.
The evil wind in front of his chest was like a raging wave, fierce and cruel, instantly tearing Feng Yuhuai's clothes into pieces. The force was so fierce that even Feng Yuhuai's "puppetized" body felt the threat of death.
There was a sharp and extremely piercing sound, and the flesh and bones seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The delicate flesh threads turned into rotten meat and blood, splattering everywhere.
Feng Yuhuai's body instantly bent into the shape of a shrimp, flew backwards, drew a sharp arc in the air, and crashed heavily into several piles of broken waste.
Then, as if it was the most malicious joke played by fate, her body finally fell squarely on Chang Qingsen's corpse.
Then, her body slid down weakly, like a rag doll that had lost its support, and slid down limply, overlapping with the corpse that was made into a meat pie beneath her, and they lay quietly together... (End of this chapter)
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