This is what it means for cold air to rush straight to the top of the head.
Cheng Youan couldn't catch his breath; just thinking about that scene made his scalp tingle.
It would be better to let him see the female ghost's face directly in the mirror.
Shi Jinzhe was delighted to see him like this, and before Cheng Youan could recover, he continued to ask, "What were the characteristics of that female ghost?"
Cheng Youan didn't want to recall that scene, but his mind wouldn't listen to him.
Hearing someone ask a question, she casually replied, "Long hair down to her shoulders."
"continue."
"That's all." He didn't dare look any longer; just one glance was enough to keep him awake all night.
Shi Jinzhe sighed in disappointment and looked at Liu Run again, "What about you? What did you see yesterday?"
Liu Run: "It's just what I mentioned."
“Alright.” Shi Jinzhe stepped aside: “Shehe, you come here.”
Shech revealed the syringe in his hand, which increased pain sensitivity by 300%, perfect for Cheng Youan.
She held the syringe steady, pressed down with her thumb, and the cool, clear liquid was pushed into a plump water ball by the pressure, hanging precariously on the tip of the thin needle.
The magnified pain was originally meant for Cheng Youan; this is just making up for it.
As the syringe drew closer, Cheng Youan, contrary to his usual behavior, did not show any fear. Instead, he reached out his arm with a hopeful expression.
Liu Run pulled him back.
Is Cheng You'an stupid? Why isn't he dodging?
This syringe looks like a prop; who knows what might happen if it's injected into the body?
Shekh kicked Liu Run, who was in the way, and pushed him away.
Ignoring Cheng Youan's outstretched arm, without any skill required, Shekh plunged his needle into Cheng Youan's carotid artery, seemingly indifferent to Cheng Youan's life or death.
The stiff arm was caught by Shi Jinzhe before it fell, and he rolled up Cheng Youan's sleeve.
There were several mottled purplish-blue marks and tiny needle marks on it.
Shi Jinzhe slowly raised his eyes. Cheng Youan's body trembled violently the moment Sherhe removed the needle due to heightened pain.
Feeling weak, having a poor complexion, and being irritable are not new symptoms.
The last time I saw Cheng Youan at the mall, his eyes were bluish, and he looked like he had indulged in excessive sexual activity.
"Cheng Youan, if you can't be a gentleman, then become a drug addict?"
Shekh returned to Shi Jinzhe's side, asked him for the butterfly knife, and then inquired, "What is a drug addict?"
"Addictive." Shi Jinzhe whispered two words in her ear.
Liu Run, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. Despite his history of murder and arson, he would never dare to touch this thing.
No wonder Cheng Youan always wears long sleeves.
Does Cheng Yun know about this?
The video of Cheng Youan abusing his wealth brought the entire Cheng family into the public eye. Now, who doesn't know him online? His social media accounts are flooded with people shouting, "Brother, hit me with your card!"
If his drug addiction is discovered, it will be impossible to hide, and the entire Cheng family will be thrust into the spotlight.
Why did Cheng Youan "get lost"? It's because Cheng Yun likes to push people to the brink of despair. Those who have had a grudge against him will surely take advantage of this to make him suffer.
"This time it really is like pulling money out of a cesspool."
No one paid any attention to Liu Run's rambling. Shi Jin folded the knife and handed it to Shehe, his tone obviously serious.
"How did you get it on? Does Cheng Yun know? Where did this stuff come from? I don't care if you die, but do you know how many people this stuff will kill?"
Cheng Youan was breathing rapidly. The spot on his calf that had just been hit felt like it had been smashed by a hammer, and his arm felt like it was being stabbed with steel needles.
He couldn't hear what Shi Jinzhe was saying at all; his language and logic abilities were completely destroyed. He collapsed to the ground in pain, convulsing, and letting out a low growl like a wild beast.
But the pain was far from over. He was lifted up and, in a daze, saw a pair of illusory purple eyes.
A crushing pain shot through his ankle, and his body froze from his feet down to his calves, held in place by Shekh.
When Cheng Youan was in elementary school, he would pass by a section of railway track where trains passed every day.
Every time he was blocked by the railing, he would think that there was only such a small contact area between the train and the rails, and whether his neck or legs would be crushed if he put them on it.
Now he doesn't need to think anymore; he's found the answer.
Unable to dodge, Cheng You'an was drenched in cold sweat and let out intermittent, meaningless roars.
A gleaming blade grazed his face, and his voice suddenly rose, the piercing sound echoing down the corridor, making the players in the other rooms shudder.
With each throw, Shekh's throwing technique was far superior to his needlework; the blade always grazed her face, precisely cutting into the previously inflicted wound, deepening it with each strike.
Only after Cheng Youan's face was scratched did Sher finally release some of the restlessness in his heart.
She wiped the blood-stained blade repeatedly on the clean white sheets and returned the butterfly knife to Shi Jinzhe.
"He is inferior to you in every way."
Such a wound would cause excruciating screams, but the shards of glass that pierced the shoulder back then were much deeper than this.
I am very happy to receive such praise from you.
Shi Jinzhe approached and told Cheng Youan, "Try to survive a couple more days in this book. If that female ghost comes looking for you again tonight, remember to check what she looks like."
After saying that, he asked Liu Run, "You too, got it?"
Liu Run nodded hastily; he'd rather see a ghost than these two living devils.
When Sher first scratched Cheng Youan's face, he thought he had missed. But then ten of his slashes landed on the same wound. It was pure torture.
There are also those who are mentally ill, and they can even look at this kind of behavior with a look of admiration. They are definitely psychologically abnormal!
Liu Run smiled ingratiatingly, "I'll definitely tell you if I have any leads."
“Tell your two teammates as well, or you’ll end up like Cheng You’an,” Sheh threatened. “I still have plenty of pain potions, don’t try to fool me.”
"No, no." Liu Run shook his head like a rattle-drum.
After finally seeing the two off, he immediately went to check on Cheng Youan's condition.
Who knew that as soon as he was touched, Cheng Youan started howling like a madman.
The voice echoed through the corridor bathed in red light, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it.
Hearing this voice, Shekh said with a hint of regret, "His blood smells too bad, I really can't stand it, otherwise I could have stabbed him a few more times."
"Let him live one more night. After tonight, let's see if that thing still comes looking for him." Shi Jinzhe muttered aimlessly, "I wonder what the conditions for summoning a ghost are?"
"Go ask Meng Chengxi. They arrived early, so Cheng Youan must have done something to get noticed."
"Can."
The two walked around twice and found Meng Chengxi and Xiao Fang at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.
When asked what he had done, Cheng Youan blinked. "I don't think I did anything. Wasn't I knocked unconscious at the start of the dungeon?"
Shi Jinzhe asked, "What about before we came here?"
"Before he came? That was just him showing off his wealth. Didn't I tell you yesterday? He's so arrogant, always finding fault with this and that, saying it's not as good as what he has. It's so annoying."
Meng Chengxi, using a high-pitched voice, vividly imitated, "This stuff isn't even as good as what my gardener uses. This lobby is so shabby, not even as luxurious as my bathroom!"
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