Chapter 146: Dying Lover Feng Yuhuai?

Like he had discovered a treasure, Chang Qingsen's eyes were full of surprise.

He carefully touched the tip of his tongue to the needle tip, savoring the lingering taste.

Almost instantly, he reached a conclusion: "That's right, mixed within this faint fishy smell is a trace of iron rust scent — this is precisely the taste of blood."

Chang Qingsen looked at the rag doll; his hand was steady and ruthless, the needle tip piercing into the doll's abdomen like a sharp sword, straight through and out the other side.

The silver needle tip, the instant it pierced through, was quickly stained red by fresh blood; that vivid red under the lamplight appeared exceptionally glaring, yet strangely carried a kind of heart-stirring beauty.

Chang Qingsen took the needle tip fully onto his tongue, greedily sucking the taste of the blood, as if tasting some forbidden nectar.

His gaze grew even brighter, almost emitting light: "This rich fresh blood taste absolutely does not belong to an animal — this is the taste of genuine human blood."

Chang Qingsen looked at the bleeding rag doll in his hand; in his mind, Feng Yuhuai's clear and flawless face kept surfacing, every detail of her deeply engraved in his memory.

A pensive expression appeared on his face; then, he carefully cupped the rag doll in his palm, as if cherishing a fragile and precious treasure.

His other hand gripped the needle tightly, movements slow and firm, the needle tip aimed at the rag doll's only remaining eye.

An absurd notion welled up in Chang Qingsen's heart: if sticking a needle in the rag doll made human blood flow out, then sticking a needle in the rag doll's eye — would a human eyeball really drop out from inside?

This thought was unscientific, yet held an irresistible attraction.

Chang Qingsen's heartbeat accelerated, excitement overflowing beyond words, to the point his lower abdomen tensed, his little forest standing hard and pushing a bulge in his pants fabric.

Immediately after, his needle tip pierced through the rag doll's eye made of thread clusters.

However, contrary to Chang Qingsen's desire, the sensation from the needle tip was not like piercing flesh — it was just piercing into a soft ball of cotton.

Although fresh blood gurgled out, no human eyeball dropped out from inside.

"Huh? Did the rag doll just make a sound?"

In his disappointment, Chang Qingsen seemed to have an auditory hallucination; he seemed to hear a human's suppressed, sharp scream.

That sound seemed to come from inside the rag doll, yet also seemed to seep in from the outside through the window.

That sound carried an indescribable familiarity, like... Feng Yuhuai's voice?!

Chang Qingsen's gaze suddenly sharpened; he violently yanked open the curtains, eyes wide, glaring fiercely outward.

In the night outside, dim shrubs swayed in the breeze, but there was no trace of a human figure.

However, he did not notice that in the narrow gap between the windowsill and the ground, a body was desperately covering its own mouth, its delicate frame tensed in pain convulsing and twitching.

"Interesting, has Feng Yuhuai been hit by black magic?"

Behind the window of the diagonal apartment building, eyes behind lenses were dark and deep, the corner of the mouth hooking an unfathomable arc, insightfully peeping at everything.

In his line of sight, Feng Yuhuai's face suddenly split open with a shocking blood line, as if a ruthless scratch of fate.

Immediately after, her body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground; fresh blood slowly seeped out from under her navel and the clothes on her back.

Then, Feng Yuhuai let out a short, sharp scream; she desperately covered her mouth with her whole being, her body slowly crawling toward the dead corner under the wall base amid violent convulsions.

At this moment, Feng Yuhuai convulsed while using all her strength to cover her right eye; scalding blood flowed unstoppably from between her fingers, the heavy makeup on her face smeared by blood, looking like a vicious ghost, ferocious and terrifying.

【Zheng Hang】 shifted his gaze, focusing on Chang Qingsen — accurately speaking, on the rag doll in Chang Qingsen's palm, stuck with a silver needle, its whole body eerily bleeding.

"Feng Yuhuai's life is bound to the rag doll in Chang Qingsen's hand?!"

【Zheng Hang】's pupils constricted slightly; although he didn't understand what shady operation Chang Qingsen pulled to get such a rag doll tied to Feng Yuhuai's life and death.

No matter how much 【Zheng Hang】 racked his brains, he absolutely could not guess this process, but as for the result, it had already become fact.

Could it be that Feng Yuhuai was just going to be accidentally killed by Chang Qingsen like this?

【Zheng Hang】 peeped for a while, roughly figuring out what Feng Yuhuai was wary of: "Feng Yuhuai plans to wait until deep night to act, but I'm afraid you won't last until that point, sigh..."

【Zheng Hang】 frowned, thoughts turning like lightning, picked up his phone, and quickly sent a multimedia message to Chang Qingsen.

Chang Qingsen lowered his head to look at his phone, opened the multimedia message, pupils suddenly constricting — the message contained none other than his photos from dyeing the cat this morning.

— Want this video and photos? Then come to this place xxxxx right now; in less than an hour, I'll post the video on the No. 8 Middle School intranet.

Chang Qingsen's face instantly turned iron-green; he immediately called back, but discovered the other party had already shut down.

He took a few deep breaths, without much hesitation, quickly put on his clothes, hid a dagger in his sleeve, and as he was leaving, he ghostly stuffed that red rag doll into his pocket.

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."

Before the words fell, Chang Qingsen pushed open the door and went out.

Long after, Feng Yuhuai curled up under the wall base finally gradually calmed her body's trembling; she slowly struggled to stand, revealing that eye cruelly poked blind, showing a ghastly white.

"Wrong, I shouldn't have waited for deep night."

"I shouldn't have feared exposure; I should have broken in and eaten Chang Qingsen the first moment — it was my hesitation that harmed me, blinding my eye."

"I hate this so much!"

Vexation and regret like poisonous snakes gnawed at Feng Yuhuai's soul.

A miserable, slightly neurotic smile surfaced on her face; then, she haphazardly wiped the blood stains on her face, put on a mask, sensing the rag doll's movement route, and quickly gave chase.

"This time, no, from now on, until life ends, I absolutely will not have the slightest hesitation again, will not commit such a foolish mistake again." Feng Yuhuai swore silently in her heart.

Diagonal unit, 【Zheng Hang】 indifferently withdrew his gaze, disappearing on the spot.

As Feng Mu, as the game's Referee, he did not personally take the field; he merely sent a text message, helping the two players transfer to a venue more suitable for their performance.

This doesn't count as unfair; at most one can only say he was unwilling to see Feng Yuhuai walk toward death in a muddle-headed way, causing the game to end hastily before reaching its climax.

If that happened, this game would lose the fun and suspense it ought to have.

"Besides, I am now 【Zheng Hang】; me secretly giving the woman I deeply love a tiny bit of help is perfectly reasonable — even Chang Qingsen can't find fault with me."

Deeply moving muttering echoed in the night sky...

(End of Chapter)