Chapter 105: The Puppet Mother's Fairness, The Reward Given to Feng Mu

Feng Yuhuai completely broke down; she turned to flee.

But the moment she just turned her neck, she discovered in horror that her body had lost control, and was involuntarily stepping closer and closer to that iron bed.

Her hands also seemed to have a will of their own, mechanically undoing the buttons of her top one by one.

Clothing slid off piece by piece onto the ground; Feng Yuhuai watched herself in terror, climbing onto the iron bed in a twisted and bizarre posture.

She felt congealed filthy blood and rotting minced meat sticking to her smooth back; that sensation made her shudder all over, goosebumps instantly covering her whole body.

Only when her body lay completely flat, motionless, did Feng Yuhuai dimly see a few transparent threads.

These threads had unknowingly already silently wound around her four limbs, as if an invisible hand were manipulating her, turning her into a marionette at others' command.

"Little girl, the Puppet Mother mercifully saved your life, so why do you run?" Ge Qingming kept a cold face; he slowly bent his waist, using the knife tip to meticulously pick away the rotting flesh and rotten ants on Feng Yuhuai's face bit by bit.

"The Puppet Mother values fairness above all, unlike humans who always snatch from their own kind what does not belong to them; the Puppet Mother always gives first, then takes back what is rightfully her own return."

"Just like today, the Puppet Mother saved your life — shouldn't you be grateful and willingly dedicate your life to the Puppet Mother? How can you be so ungrateful as to flee?"

"Humans — why do they never learn gratitude?"

After picking out the ants, Ge Qingming gently stitched the wound, his eyes revealing intense questioning and disappointment, as if ashamed and despairing at the ugly soul hidden beneath the human shell.

Feng Yuhuai was in agony; the doctor before her spouting crazy nonsense was one thing, but he was performing surgery on her without even using anesthetic?

The wound on her face was sutured, blood flowing into her eye sockets; her dislocated ankle was forcibly twisted back into place, shattered bones falling inside flesh and skin.

Feng Yuhuai hurt so much she wanted to die; she could only keep talking nonstop to divert her attention.

Her voice trembling, she asked: "So these people were all saved by you first, and then refined into corpse puppets by you?"

Ge Qingming did not evade in the slightest, answering directly: "Yes, everyone in this room was originally a patient of the clinic. Under the Puppet Mother's gaze, I saved them, and they repaid my kindness with gratitude."

"Oh, right, there's also that one you saw today — he wasn't a clinic patient. He broke in on his own last week; his body was already shattered. He wanted to stitch himself up, but the Puppet Mother's teaching says one should be happy to help others, so..."

Ge Qingming seemed to be recalling some moment that pleased him; his laughter carried an unnatural strangeness: "Fate between people is indeed sometimes so wondrous, making it hard to predict."

Tears streamed from Feng Yuhuai's eyes: "So you've been watching me for a long time, until today when I encountered danger you acted to save my life, thus complying with the Puppet Mother's fairness?"

Ge Qingming was very gratified that Feng Yuhuai had finally grasped the true meaning of fairness.

He gripped the knife and slashed open the latter's chest in one stroke; spraying fresh blood splashed his face, yet he didn't blink, admiring the bloody mangled organs exposed to the air as if gazing at an unfinished masterpiece of art.

"What a perfect host body prototype — just lacking the seed bestowed by the Puppet Mother."

Ge Qingming's voice was filled with fanatical passion; with blood-soaked hands he carefully took that rag doll from his shoulder, skillfully pulling open its already unraveled eye.

Shockingly, he actually pulled out from inside a strange eyeball covered in tentacles; it was like a seed waiting to be sown.

Ge Qingming gently held that eyeball — or rather, seed — and under Feng Yuhuai's utterly terrified gaze, bit by bit stuffed it into her chest cavity.

"Praise the great Puppet Mother, chosen candidate host, grow desperately."

"With your flesh as cradle, use death and wails to please the Puppet Mother, use the corpses and fresh blood of your kind to irrigate the seed gestating within your body."

"Defeat the other candidates, become the sole survivor, await that final day's arrival — the Puppet Mother will burst forth from your body, bearing supreme power, descending upon this eternal night world!"

Ge Qingming raised both hands high, knelt on the ground, and loudly chanted the great sacrificial liturgy.

And that rag doll with its thread-pulled eye emitted a strange girl's voice, hopping and climbing onto the blood-soaked iron bed, leaving small bloody footprints, finally sitting on Feng Yuhuai's forehead.

Feng Yuhuai's eyes were lifeless, full of panic and dullness; with the seed's parasitism, her mind suddenly gained many bloody and terrifying teachings, lingering like a nightmare that could not be shaken off.

The beautiful brightness she had once hoped for was, in an instant, engulfed by that endless horror.

"Kill — I must keep killing to irrigate the seed inside me, otherwise I'll be sucked dry into a human husk by the seed."

"But once I start killing, I'll have truly fallen into the evil abyss; once exposed, I'll be wanted and arrested, forever hiding in darkness like a stinking ditch."

"And even if I can avoid exposure, keep irrigating the seed until success, the Puppet Mother will devour my everything and burst out of my body!"

Feng Yuhuai fell into utter despair; she discovered that the three paths before her, no matter which she chose, were all dead ends in the end.

Most terrifying: even if she committed suicide now it was too late; the rag doll on her forehead would take over control of her corpse, leaving her unable to live or die.

Feng Yuhuai finally understood: the fear of awaiting death far surpasses death itself, and what is even more despairing than awaiting death is that no matter how she struggles, she only slides faster toward the abyss of death.

"Ahead lies the abyss; every fork is a dead end — not a shred of life or light!"

Yesterday she was still a martial dao genius, the hope in her parents' mouths, the pride in her teachers' and classmates' eyes; in a blink, she would be reduced to lingering in darkness, a hated heretic cultist.

Such an extreme gap, like falling from a bright heaven into a dark hell — Feng Yuhuai simply couldn't accept it; her eyes rolled white, and she completely fainted.

【As a Villain Boss, your every move innately involves those around you, even your inadvertent actions.】

【If some rise high because of you, there must be others who are unsettled because of you; if yet others fall onto the evil path because of you from the start.】

【Then you are their unseen guide; all the evil fruits they commit, at the root, must share a portion to your head.】

【All these who are influenced by you and commit evil crimes will raise your Evil Index.】

【Not only that; your close kin and friends, if they fall into peril and suffer calamity because of you, will also raise your Evil Index, thereby raising your Game Inheritance Degree.】

【Remember, a villain who cannot let his calamity spread to his kin is not enough to be called a qualified villain!】

【Congratulations; tonight, your younger sister Feng Yuhuai suffered successive calamities because of you; your Evil Index has risen significantly, Game Inheritance Degree increased ↑↑】

【Your current Inheritance Degree has risen to 6%; you have obtained a reward...】

In his sleep, rows of prompt boxes silently flashed across Feng Mu's eyelids.....

ps: Ge Qingming appears in Chapter 30 Black Zhensuo Doctor; those who forgot can go back and check

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