With his hand being pulled, Simon Hui's body sank naturally due to gravity, and his head inevitably hit the stairs. 001 was worried that his neck might break.
Upon reaching the second floor, Di Xiu casually pushed open a room door. The room was still as clean as it had been before the apocalypse, but apart from the area between the bed and the window, there wasn't much room to move around.
He dragged Simon Hui to the bedside and threw him onto the bed, so that he was spread-eagled.
001 was somewhat curious about how Di Xiu planned to perform surgery on this harem male protagonist. He couldn't imagine the scene of him pulling down someone's pants and then carefully cutting with a scalpel.
The scene was so beautiful that just thinking about it made him feel that the level of mental pollution was no less than, no less than, something else.
001 patted his head, wondering how an artificial intelligence could have dementia.
Oh well, I'll see it soon anyway, why think so much?
He rubbed his hands together secretly, full of anticipation, but saw that Di Xiu hadn't moved for a long time. He just stood to the side, looking down at Ximen Hui, who looked like a dead pig, with starlight seemingly shimmering in his pupils.
Unlike when An Yao used her superpowers, his eyes simply shone, as if reflected in a reflective panel.
Those eyes, like X-rays, scanned Simon Hui from head to toe, pausing when they scanned his right hand.
Di Xiu ripped open his sleeve, his gaze falling on his wrist. The starlight in his eyes vanished and then reappeared.
On Ximen Hui's right wrist, there was a silver-white mark that was invisible to ordinary people. It was only the width of a finger and at first glance it looked like a birthmark. However, in Di Xiu's vision, there were fluctuations of spatial energy that were sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
Emperor Xiu looked at Ximen Hui's forehead again, pondered for a moment, and then forcibly entered his sea of consciousness with his divine sense.
On Ximen Hui's pond-sized sea of consciousness, a cluster of silvery-white light was quite obvious. After examining it, the Emperor Cultivator discovered that it was just an ordinary contract, which was not difficult to remove.
He uttered a few obscure syllables, and dark white runes took shape, drawing upon some strange power in the world. As Emperor Xiu's fingertip touched Ximen Hui's brow, the runes entered his sea of consciousness.
The ball of light trembled slightly, then began to flicker rapidly, slowly extending four lines downwards.
Just then, Di Xiu transformed his divine sense into a blade, swift as lightning, slicing through the four lines and producing a crisp sound like metal colliding with stone.
Simon Hui's consciousness was in a state of chaos, but the sound jolted him awake for a moment. He could feel something important gradually leaving him, and he subconsciously began to struggle, his face full of anxiety and panic.
Emperor Xiu sensed his resistance and damaged his mental power again, causing him to fall into a state of disorder and chaos, unable to think or wake up.
With the contract forcibly terminated and his mental strength attacked twice, Ximen Hui's face grew increasingly pale, making him look like a real pretty boy, especially considering his already handsome features.
Clang—
A silver bracelet appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground with a loud thud. At the same time, the silver-white mark on Ximen Hui's wrist disappeared.
His fingers twitched unconsciously, as if in a final struggle, and meaningless syllables escaped his throat, a mournful wail.
Di Xiu kicked the silver bracelet aside, went into the toilet, tore off a towel, and stuffed it into Ximen Hui's mouth to prevent him from "biting his tongue and committing suicide" later.
After making some rough preparations, he raised his hand to cover 001's curious eyes, and a playing card appeared between his right index and middle fingers, which he then flicked out.
The playing card swept across the mission point, precisely separating the mission item, but inadvertently pulled off a piece of cloth and a piece of flesh from Simon Hui's leg. Undeterred, it plunged heavily into the wall, half of the card embedded in the wall.
The cards were played too fast, and the pain receptors needed time to react. It wasn't until then that Simon Hui's brain received the intense pain from his body.
He let out a muffled yet shrill scream, his body trying to curl up like a fried shrimp, with his abdomen as the core, but he failed.
The pressure and stretch caused indescribable pain.
He kept howling, but the towel in his mouth was tightly stuffed into it, and his face was contorted into a grotesque shape, like a caterpillar.
After finally managing to twist into a side-lying position and successfully curl into a shrimp ball, the lump of meat and the piece of cloth fell to the ground together, and the un-censored scene immediately entered 001's "eyes"—the upgraded 001 doesn't necessarily need to use its eyes to see things.
He didn't know what the pain of castration was like, but looking at Ximen Hui's condition, he shuddered inexplicably, turned off the 4D scan, and pretended to be a good boy.
Simon Hui's black pants quickly stained with large patches of dark blood, and the white quilt beneath him was instantly stained crimson.
People won't die from the pain, but they will bleed to death. Di Xiu didn't prepare any anesthetics, but he did prepare some hemostatic agents.
He applied his self-prepared hemostatic powder to Ximen Hui's wound, which also had a slight analgesic effect.
He pondered for a moment, then gathered his spiritual power at his fingertips and quickly drew a character on his forehead in one smooth, flowing motion, but 001 couldn't understand it.
What are you doing?
"To stop him from doing bad things in the future."
Ximen Hui is a very vindictive and self-centered person. Now that he has become a eunuch, his already low moral character will likely become even more distorted. Di Xiu left a seal on him to make him behave properly.
001 was unsure what expression to make for a moment, then gave Di Xiu a thumbs up: "You're the most ruthless one."
Di Xiu looked completely bewildered.
After finishing what he needed to do, he grabbed Simon Hui's still relatively clean arm and dragged him out, shoving him into the car amidst the zombies' excited roars.
After releasing the handbrake, he thoughtfully kicked away the zombies that were trying to crawl inside, closed the door, and let the car head towards freedom.
This car is absolutely guaranteed to be high-quality, with a fully bulletproof design that prioritizes safety. Even if you scratch at this level of zombies all night, you still won't be able to get through.
The zombies chased after the car. Di Xiu dealt with the zombies blocking his way and returned to the hotel.
It's uncertain when Simon Hui's teammates will find him, but even if they do, there's no need to worry; he can continue to rest here.
"You really let him go?" 001 was slightly puzzled.
"Wang Hao's requirements are clear; there's no need to do anything unnecessary."
About seven or eight minutes later, faint sounds of collisions could be heard from the end of the road.
The three girls upstairs: We really want to know what happened. By the way, when can we move?
Emperor Xiu began examining the silver bracelet, imprinting his divine sense onto it. His target was the spiritual spring and spiritual field, but he was still somewhat shocked by the various supplies piled up inside, categorized and arranged like a mountain.
The supplies that the country has allocated to each base are less than the amount of a single mountain in space. This is far more than the money that Ximen Hui obtained by deceiving his girlfriend into taking out a loan could buy; it would require directly looting at least dozens of original factories.
001 never imagined that Di Xiu could be so surprised. He thought of the three girls next door, and sure enough, they were still staring at each other. He couldn't help but laugh and sent them a message through Di Xiu's phone, telling them to rest.
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