Chapter 148: In the Darkness There Is a Third Person, You Turn Back to Look

"Despair, repent, fear, and then die in wails... Truly a fine line, hm, it's mine now." Behind the scrap heap, a teasing murmur spoke to itself.

Through the gloom, cold lenses quietly watched the man and woman grappling fiercely on the open-air rooftop, like a heartbroken husband hiding in the night, silently filming his wife and lover's tryst.

Slap slap slap, pong pong pong.

The dull thuds of flesh colliding, interspersed with the man's heavy breathing and the woman's sharp long cries, merged into the most primal and shocking symphony.

"Die die die die, die for me!" Feng Yuhuai twisted her waist, her hair flying wildly, her arms striking with the sound of a snake flicking its tongue.

"Hahahaha, mind your image, don't be too ugly just because your eyes are blind." Chang Qingsen dodged left and right, the dagger in his hand waving madly, laughing sickly as he tried to further enrage Feng Yuhuai.

He twisted his left foot, turning to evade the "Snake Hand" lashing toward him; then his calf shook violently, he stomped hard, his waist bending like a spring, circling to Feng Yuhuai's rear left in an extremely strange manner.

The dagger in his hand spun, accompanied by a sharp diagonal lift—an advanced technique among fighting short daggers—the Poison Dragon Drill.

Feng Yuhuai's remaining eye glanced venomously behind her; she hurriedly activated the Snake Force, her body boneless as she shifted half a step sideways.

At the same time, her instep like a taut bowstring instantly straightened, power surging from her legs into a fierce force, kicking violently backward behind her.

Under this strike, the air exploded with a dull sound.

Chang Qingsen's scalp went numb, his shoulders sank, but his body did not retreat—it advanced, taking the damage head-on, while his wrist shifted and the dagger stabbed straight toward Feng Yuhuai's... upper garment pocket.

Chang Qingsen's shoulder trembled, his whole body flew backward, crashing into the scrap heap behind him, stones flying, dust rising.

While in midair, Chang Qingsen felt his intestines trembling in his waist and abdomen, nearly falling out of his clothes.

He braced his palm hard against the ground, rolled continuously to dissipate force, and quickly and clumsily scrambled to his feet.

His hand suddenly yanked, tearing off the blood-soaked tattered strip on his shoulder, revealing a mangled shoulder bone beneath.

The excruciating pain of gouging flesh and digging bone made his temples throb more violently, as if they would burst with every pulse.

"Left shoulder half ruined."

Chang Qingsen's expression turned grave; from the first exchange, he could feel he was inferior to Feng Yuhuai in strength and speed, fortunately the other had just lost an eye.

One eye meant the other's field of vision had larger blind spots, their judgment of distance would be inaccurate, and most importantly, the other carried an obvious death gate on their body.

Chang Qingsen taunted with a sinister tone: "Your field of vision is very asymmetrical, isn't it?"

Feng Yuhuai's chest suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist, a shocking knife wound slowly emerging, its fatty flaps trembling.

A slit had been cut in her upper garment pocket, a rag doll half-hanging on the pocket's edge.

Feng Yuhuai tightly pinched the rag doll; its chest had also been cruelly cut open, revealing a ball of crimson cotton thread inside, as if flesh and blood were oozing from a wound.

"Despicable!" Feng Yuhuai nearly ground her teeth to pieces; if looks could kill, Chang Qingsen would by now have been devoured down to not even bone scraps.

Chang Qingsen bared his teeth in a grin: "Thank you for the compliment."

Feng Yuhuai took two deep breaths, suddenly suppressed the violent heaving of her chest, and said coldly: "Your strength is certainly not at the bottom of the mock exam; you've concealed your power."

Chang Qingsen didn't care, merely responding lightly: "How could my insignificant reserve compare to the secrets hidden on you?"

Chang Qingsen's gaze was complex, filled with both deep apprehension and unrestrained greed; he spoke eagerly and twistedly, like a lover confessing:

"I truly long to cut open your lovely body, reach in with my own hands, and fondle it well, to feel whether what's inside is warm flesh and blood or cold cotton thread."

Feng Yuhuai laughed furiously: "I won't make the same mistake again; don't even think about enraging me again."

Feng Yuhuai realized Chang Qingsen was not the bottom-of-the-class student in the 【Link】 data; although inferior to her in strength and speed, his adaptability was extremely cunning, and he shamelessly targeted her death gate.

Feng Yuhuai calmed down, she grabbed a thread end of the rag doll and dug her fingernail into her flesh.

Chang Qingsen's pupils shrank violently; he saw that thread end, as if rolling and surging, seeming to come alive and burrow into skin and flesh, then circling and tightening like stitches.

"Praise the Puppet Mother!"

Feng Yuhuai's voice was hoarse; the rag doll in her hand came undone and disintegrated, thread by thread all merging into her skin and flesh.

With every breath, the flaps of flesh on Feng Yuhuai's chest slowly closed, restoring a smooth contour; finally, only a faint red thread flickered faintly on her skin.

Feng Yuhuai's face twitched, enduring the heart-piercing pain of her skin and flesh being stitched together.

The bloodstains on her face faded, revealing a spotless appearance once more, except for the ghastly paleness in her right eye socket.

Feng Yuhuai's other eyeball rolled 360 degrees; she stared venomously at Chang Qingsen, making a strange sound from her mouth.

Although only she was speaking, two completely different voices seemed to sound simultaneously in her mouth—one her own, full of venom and gloom; the other a strange girl's voice, pure yet eerie.

The two voices merged in the air, even causing the surrounding temperature to seem to drop, a chill pressing in: "Thanks to you, you have no idea what conditions I promised the Puppet Mother."

In Feng Yuhuai's eyes, tears and blood threads intertwined like broken bead curtains; her originally harmonious face seemed torn by an invisible force, one half immersed in sorrowful tears, the other twisted into a perverse smile: "So, now it's your turn."

As if possessed by something filthy, Feng Yuhuai's aura suddenly rose; her black hair moved without wind, her terrifying presence seeming to turn into tangible air pressure, sweeping over Chang Qingsen.

Chang Qingsen suddenly felt a chill rise from his spine, the alarm in his heart ringing like a madly beating drum: "This is Feng Yuhuai's true face; this form is the real 【Mask】?!"

Facing the previous Feng Yuhuai, Chang Qingsen still had thoughts of dissecting her, but facing the current Feng Yuhuai who had eaten her death gate into her own flesh, Chang Qingsen only wanted to escape first.

But he couldn't just turn and run; he needed someone to cover his retreat, or at least draw Feng Yuhuai's attention for an instant.

Chang Qingsen quietly retreated while saying calmly: "Feng Yuhuai, aren't you curious why I came to this abandoned unfinished building in the middle of the night?"

Without waiting for Feng Yuhuai to think, Chang Qingsen quickly gave the answer: "Because someone invited me here; yes, besides the two of us, there is a third person hiding in the dark."

As soon as he spoke, Chang Qingsen casually threw his phone forward; the phone with its screen lit up traced an arc in the air, spinning and scattering light over the chaotic scrap heaps around.

In the fleeting flash of light, Chang Qingsen indeed saw a figure standing silently in the darkness.

(Chapter End)