"Alright, you can set up a fortune-telling company. Thinking about it, it doesn't seem like a bad idea."
"Okay!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Tang Yaoyao licked her lips, revealing two small tiger teeth. Her lazy charm seemed to emanate from her very bones, sexy yet dangerous: "Okay, I'll hang up now and contact you later."
Okay~
After hanging up the phone, she sat up straight on the sofa, her voice distant: "The door's unlocked, come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.
Tang Yaoyao casually raised her eyes.
She wasn't surprised at all when she saw it was Rosie.
She had been stopped by Huo Yu earlier, probably after being scolded. At this moment, her eyes were red and brimming with tears, making her look rather pitiful.
"Oh, it's Miss Luo."
Rosie bit her lip, her face gradually turning pale. She really hated Tang Yaoyao's nonchalant, carefree attitude, as if she didn't take her seriously at all.
"You came to see me, not just to stand at the door and witness my stunning beauty, right?"
Upon hearing this, Rosie's face paled, and a fire burned even brighter inside her: "Tang Yaoyao, don't get carried away!"
She stood up from the sofa, straightened her suit jacket, and gently raised her lips. Her eyes were as clear and refreshing as the blue sky and white clouds, but deep down, they revealed a dark and cunning nature.
She lazily curved her lips into a smile: "Although I've been trending a lot lately, I haven't quite reached the point of becoming a sensation. Speaking of which, Ms. Luo, I should thank you for helping my career take off and become so successful!"
This was a deep wound in Rosie's heart, now ruthlessly exposed. She had no more politeness left, glaring at Tang Yaoyao angrily: "Tang Yaoyao, you said it yourself, it was my help that made you a sensation in the entertainment industry. I can make you famous, and I can also send you plummeting to the depths of hell."
Tang Yaoyao smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed, and moved closer to her: "Miss Luo, do you know what the eighteen levels of hell look like?"
Rosie stared at the smile on her lips, momentarily lost in thought. Her smile was so sweet, especially the dimples on her cheeks, which made her sweetness deeply endearing. But the coldness in her eyes was impossible to ignore.
"Since you don't know, let me explain it to you."
As she spoke, Tang Yaoyao came to her side, looked her up and down, and her beautiful fox eyes held a hint of amusement: "The seventeenth floor is lava, and the eighteenth floor is the hell you speak of."
Rosie had already lost to her in terms of presence, but she still raised her chin and coldly questioned, "Are you describing your grave?"
She ignored him and continued her description: "Outside hell is stagnant water, soaking countless evil spirits. They cannot be reincarnated, and their daily task is to punish the person who has been cast into the eighteenth level of hell, placing all their resentment on that person."
"In the hearts of those evil spirits, if these people hadn't done bad things and been knocked down, they wouldn't have been imprisoned in the stagnant waters of hell for so many years. Therefore, they hate everyone who has been knocked down, and skinning and dismembering them is just a small punishment."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a playful and fierce air. She lowered her voice, speaking each word clearly, as if possessing a magical power that permeated people's hearts, making them involuntarily imagine the scene she created as they listened to her voice.
This feeling filled Rosie with fear.
"After those evil spirits skinned him and pulled out his tendons, they got tired of seeing him without skin and dressed him up again. Once his body returned to normal, they tore him apart again, like an ancient form of torture called 'dismemberment by five horses.'"
Seeing her pale face, Tang Yaoyao swallowed hard, then suddenly leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Rosie, do you know what it feels like to be torn apart?"
Rosie shuddered in fright and quickly took a step back to distance herself from the queen, saying, "Don't say anything more."
Tang Yaoyao smiled and said, "Those evil spirits will continue to punish you, using all sorts of methods, until you can't take it anymore and your soul is scattered. It's a long cycle. Even the weakest person will have to go through a hundred years. During this time, you will suffer different torments every day. You will want to die but cannot, and there is no hope of reincarnation."
"You're insane!"
Tang Yaoyao chuckled, her eyes sparkling, then sat down on the sofa, leaning back lazily. She stretched and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.
Rosie felt immense pressure; she found Rosie's smile terrifying, like a blue-faced, fanged vampire about to bite her neck off at any moment.
Suddenly, she asked softly, "Do you know what kind of people go to the eighteenth level of hell?"
Rosie bit her lip hard, glaring at her angrily, but dared not curse her, only cursing in her heart.
She actually dared to imagine the eighteen levels of hell, and she talked about it with great relish, looking like she was enjoying it...
She's a complete psychopath.
Perhaps it was her deep voice that drew me in, making my breath catch in my throat. I was terrified, yet I also wanted to know: "What...?"
"Unfilial piety, child abuse, heinous crimes, domestic violence, keyboard warriors, etc., Ms. Luo, think carefully, which one applies to you?"
Tang Yaoyao crossed her legs comfortably and smiled casually: "Tsk tsk, looking at your delicate skin, the evil spirits probably won't be willing to skin you first. What awaits you is probably having your vicious heart ripped out first, right?"
Rosie shuddered at her words and roared, "Tang Yaoyao! Are you cursing me?"
Tang Yaoyao shrugged innocently, her smile tinged with disdain: "I was just giving Miss Luo a little科普 (popular science) explanation, why are you getting so worked up?"
"you……"
She stomped her foot in anger. She had come to vent her anger on her, but then she remembered what the other woman had said earlier and was forced to shut up. Her face turned blue and purple from holding it in.
Could it be that Tang Yaoyao knows something?
Huo Xueyin's voice rang out from outside the door: "Qianqian, are you there?"
"I'm inside." At this moment, she also wanted to find a chance to leave; Tang Yaoyao was a psychopath.
Huo Xueyin pushed open the door and came out. She nodded and smiled at Tang Yaoyao as a sign of politeness, and then said, "Le Xin has a way to save my dad. Come with me."
"good."
Tang Yaoyao narrowed her eyes slightly and called out, "Miss Huo."
Huo Xueyin looked at her without saying a word.
"Take me with you; perhaps I can be of some help."
Rosie didn't want her to go with her, so she gave her cousin a meaningful look.
Huo Xueyin gently curved her lips into a smile and said, "My father asked me to come and invite you."
"Um."
Rosie: "..."
Her heart suddenly raced, and a bad feeling grew stronger.
Tang Yaoyao noticed that her unease was gradually subsiding, and the reason for her previous unease was about to be revealed.
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