Chapter 104: Feng Mu Really Is a Good Older Brother, the Beginning of a Nightmare

"Why aren't you coming in? If you don't treat that face of yours, it's going to leave a scar."

"Look at your ankle, twisted like this, truly pitiful. Such a pretty girl, are you really going to turn into a hideous, limping cripple?"

The first sentence was a slightly aged, teasing voice; the second sentence's pitch suddenly rose high, shifting into a piercing girl's voice.

"You don't cherish your own body, but the Puppet Mother doesn't like a host body that's a cripple. Still not coming in? Do you want me to come invite you?"

Feng Yuhuai listened and felt a chill run through her whole body. She didn't understand what the Puppet Mother was, but those two words "host body" gave her an extremely ominous feeling.

But she, it seemed, had no choice!

Facing Ge Qingming's gaze, filled with both benevolence and hidden malice, Feng Yuhuai steeled herself and walked into the clinic.

The roller shutter door creaked and groaned as it fell again, as if separating inside and outside the door into two different worlds.

Zhang Hao stood at the gate, both hands resting on his intestines, eyelids half-closed, motionless, like a terrifying doll in a wax museum, blocking Feng Yuhuai's way out.

The clinic was permeated with the smell of disinfectant. Feng Yuhuai followed all the way, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space, until the deepest part, where Ge Qingming finally stopped.

A strong smell of formalin surged out, that irritating odor mixed with a faint, bloody stench, making one involuntarily frown and cover their nose.

Feng Yuhuai's face instantly turned pale as paper. She tightly covered her nose, brows furrowed, a flash of terror in her wide eyes.

Although she had not yet witnessed it with her own eyes, that mixed smell had already let her roughly guess the scene below.

"Don't worry, you are the Puppet Mother's specially invited honored guest; they won't harm you."

Ge Qingming descended the stairs with a calm tone, his pace very fast. As he turned, his body bent at a strange angle of ninety degrees, his gaze gentle as he reassured Feng Yuhuai following behind.

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill rise from her spine; her scalp felt stretched to the limit, as if about to split open.

She knew deeply that everything happening before her had long surpassed the realm of martial arts, touching upon a mysterious domain that teachers in class avoided speaking of deeply.

"Is it the bizarre power obtained from the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice ritual? Or a product of mutation? Or a monster that ran out of the Hidden Gate?"

"This monster that looks human on the outside but is unknown inside, what exactly is its scheme? And when did it target me?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart felt as if gripped fiercely by an invisible hand; her gaze froze on the hair-raising scene in the underground basement:

Naked bodies, like crudely stitched dolls, covered in crisscrossing suture scars. They all had half-open eyes, seemingly not quite dead, yet not like the living either.

They were cruelly hooked, suspended in midair like drying clothes, swaying precariously.

Feng Yuhuai's intuition of danger, just confirmed and believed in, was sounding a mad alarm, like boiling water lifting a pot lid, about to explode.

Sure enough, the next second, she heard Ge Qingming say softly to her: "Be good, take off your top, lie on the bed."

Feng Yuhuai didn't misunderstand. She looked at the iron plate bed Ge Qingming pointed to, understanding the other party wasn't something like Yang Tuo, blinded by lust. No, that's not right either; the other party also coveted her flesh, but it was another, more terrifying kind of coveting.

Because, on that iron plate bed still remained blood not yet fully dried, and scattered bits of minced flesh.

Feng Yuhuai's feet seemed rooted, unmoving. She asked with a dry throat: "What do you want to do to me?"

Ge Qingming wasn't a doctor. He usually wouldn't lie to his patients. He answered frankly: "I'll first treat the wound on your face, then repair your broken ankle. After everything is done."

"I will cut open your chest and plant the seed bestowed by the Puppet Mother into your heart."

Feng Yuhuai's gaze swept over those suspended bodies. Her jaw trembled involuntarily, her voice carrying barely concealed fear: "Just like them?"

Ge Qingming hurriedly shook his head, explaining urgently:

"No, no, no. They are just corpse puppets I manufactured. They have no will of their own. From the moment of birth, they were completely shaped, losing the possibility of growth and change. They are merely insignificant toys."

Ge Qingming's expression was serious, his tone exceptionally earnest:

"You are different. You are a beneficiary favored by the Puppet Mother. The Puppet Mother will transform you into a human puppet. You will have room to continue growing, full of infinite plasticity, until you fully mature. At that time, you might even become a candidate host selected by the Puppet Mother for parasitism."

He paused, fanatical flames flickering in his eyes:

"A human puppet — that is the greatest artwork! Ah, how I wish the one chosen by the Puppet Mother was me."

His voice carried a hint of regret and envy:

"Alas, this ugly body of mine cannot attract the Puppet Mother's gaze. Little girl, you are truly a fortunate favored one. To be chosen by the Puppet Mother — what an honor."

"Quick, quick, lie down. Don't let the great Puppet Mother wait too long."

Ge Qingming's tone carried a hint of impatience. He rolled up his sleeve, put on sterile gloves, and picked up a scalpel from the box nearby.

Feng Yuhuai cursed "Madman" in her heart. Eyes full of despair, she still asked: "I've never seen you before. How did you target me?"

She realized now that being saved just now wasn't a coincidence. This person should have been watching her from the dark long ago. Even if she died, she had to figure out exactly when she got entangled with this madman before death.

Ge Qingming didn't conceal it. He laughed about the origin of this fate: "Little girl, you should thank your older brother. That day he patronized my clinic and accidentally touched the Puppet Mother's avatar, allowing the Puppet Mother to sense your lingering aura on him."

Why would my aura linger on Feng Mu?

Feng Yuhuai was puzzled. But this answer wasn't important anymore. Who knows what bizarre, special abilities these weird horrors possess.

But regardless, the truth was out. Again, it was bad luck Feng Mu brought upon her.

First sending people to kill me, now bringing even more terrifying bad luck. Feng Mu, oh Feng Mu. What virtue does I, Feng Yuhuai, possess, to make you hold such a grudge, repeatedly trying to put me in a dead end?

Feng Yuhuai's throat felt like it had been sandpapered, dry and astringent, barely able to speak. She asked with exceptional bitterness: "Then, that person who attacked me just now, his rotten, bizarre arm — is that also an ability similar to the Puppet Mother's gift?"

Ge Qingming sneered contemptuously a few times, with a mocking tone: "Don't mention those stinking wastes of the E Corpse Cult in the same breath as the Puppet Mother. Those are merely enemies your older brother provoked."

My older brother provoked enemies?!!!

"So, it wasn't Feng Mu sending someone to kill me, but rather, I blocked a disaster for Feng Mu?"

Feng Yuhuai suddenly realized, wanting to cry but no tears. She felt so aggrieved she wanted to die.

"Feng Mu brings disaster to me, and I still block disaster for him? Feng Mu, you really are my good older brother..."

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