Chapter 150: Gentle and Bizarre Third Person

The hysterical roar by her ear made Feng Yuhuai's face change drastically; she hurriedly clamped her hands onto Chang Qingsen's arm, and countless threads suddenly erupted, shooting out from her fingertips.

Creak, creak!

Blood-soaked bones were wound by threads, tightened, and sliced, leaving dense, crisscrossing gashes.

The bones visibly deformed and stretched, surfacing with shocking cracks.

Chang Qingsen's ten fingers were tightly interlocked; those fingers that had already turned into bone fingers trembled violently, as if enduring indescribable pain, cruelly snapped bit by bit, emitting a heart-palpitating crisp sound.

Amidst the crackling sounds, first the two pinkies hooked together were forcibly torn apart, like snapped fibers drawing out a spray of bone fragments, then the ring fingers, the index fingers...

The agony of ten fingers connected to the heart being shredded nearly made one faint; Chang Qingsen's remaining eyeballs bulged, as if about to fall from their sockets.

Chang Qingsen's face was completely twisted; he just kept laughing maniacally: "I said there was a third person in the building, you didn't believe me, you didn't believe me, hahaha, then let's die together."

Feng Yuhuai's neck twisted ninety degrees in a stiff, unnatural posture; her gaze froze, pupils sharply contracting, reflecting a strange man's face.

The man slowly removed the glasses from his nose bridge, movements careful and meticulous, gently placing them on a nearby scrap pile, even using his pinky to nudge the glasses to ensure they were placed just right.

In the dark curtain, a man quietly walked out; his movements calm and composed, not a trace of violence, instead exuding a leisurely air of indifference.

Yet this calm made Feng Yuhuai feel a bone-deep chill; her limbs seemed wrapped in cold tentacles, a coldness spreading from fingertips to heart.

"Let go, let go ah ah ah!" Feng Yuhuai let out overlapping shrieks; she frantically thrashed her body, behind her Chang Qingsen's even more maniacal laughter.

However, faster than Feng Yuhuai's shrieks were the man's steps; he took one stride forward, as if dragging a string of blurred heavy shadows behind him, and in a blink appeared before her.

Feng Yuhuai's scream abruptly cut off, as if severed by an invisible pair of scissors.

She could clearly see the face inches away, that fair flawless, almost poreless bewitching face; she could also feel the other's breath carrying a trace of cold air, gently brushing against her face.

That chill was like tiny ice needles, stimulating every pore, making her facial pores involuntarily contract, trembling minutely.

The man's palm slowly rose, his palm lightly, slowly sliding across her cheek, looking just like a tender caress between lovers.

Feng Yuhuai's face broke out in dense goosebumps; she stared dead at the gentle arc hooked at the man's mouth corner, only feeling an all-over chill.

Chang Qingsen's mouth corner exaggeratedly split, emitting an ugly crow-like laugh; he anticipated the next dramatic scene with incomparable eagerness.

This scene was familiar to him; every time he dyed kittens and puppies, his movements were also this gentle and delicate; he seemed to already see the tragically beautiful sight of Feng Yuhuai dyed blood-red.

Chang Qingsen's ten fingers had already shattered six, the remaining four also densely cracked, and his arms stripped of flesh and skin were wrapped in red threads, simply as if circles of flesh and blood had grown anew.

But at this moment, he seemed to feel no pain at all; the anticipation and longing in his spirit anesthetized his nerves, simply as if he had drunk T-37 type "Awakening Liquid".

Feng Yuhuai's reaction was the polar opposite; terror like a severe winter wind froze the capillaries on her face; her features turned pale and rigid, as if already prematurely cracked open, losing life's warmth and vitality.

Then, embraced together, the two of them finally heard, in this ambiguous air, the man before them speak his first opening line in a tone gentle enough to break hearts.

That voice, gentleness and gloom wondrously intertwined, like spring wind meeting cold current, making both Chang Qingsen and Feng Yuhuai shudder simultaneously.

"Yu Huai, since you love me, how can you let other men touch you with their dirty hands; this would defile our love."

The air froze in this instant, and what froze with it was...

The smile on Chang Qingsen's face stiffened; despair and anger surged in his heart; his one eye flickered with the light of shock, voice carrying uncontrollable trembling: "You two, are in cahoots?"

Feng Yuhuai's brain crashed; her expression turned twisted and bizarre, both cheeks as if struck by invisible electricity, twitching asymmetrically.

Her mouth emitted two overlapping sounds, stuttering, like a robot with a stuck program, squeezing out a few words with difficulty and chaos: "You, you, you..."

The man's palm lightly slid down from Feng Yuhuai's cheek, accompanied by a deep soothing voice: "Remember, I won't allow other men to touch you again; this time I forgive you, but there won't be a next time!"

The moment the words fell, his index finger elegantly curved, like an artist adding the final stroke on a canvas, lightly and accurately pressing against Chang Qingsen's brow center.

Then, he nimbly flicked; the index finger suddenly popped out a section of ferocious bone.

The next instant, Feng Yuhuai felt her heart stop a beat.

Chang Qingsen died without understanding why; in this instant, Feng Yuhuai felt not a shred of joy in her heart; instead, she even felt a bit of sympathy for Chang Qingsen.

Because she didn't recognize this man before her at all, the one spouting incomprehensible love nonsense!

The next second, her head didn't move a thread, but her body below the neck rotated a bizarre ninety degrees like a dummy puppet.

Chang Qingsen's warm heavy corpse instantly became like a bag of lifeless sandbags; flung out with her rotation, thrown hard, rolling and smashing several circles on the ground, finally crashing to a stop on a scrap pile, head crooked, one lusterless eye dully staring at the two.

Feng Yuhuai broke free of the bindings, without hesitation her arm extended; as 【Snake Transformation Jin】 operated, her arm seemed like a puppet prosthesis, flesh and blood separating.

Her wrist and forearm gently detached, forearm and upper arm then decomposed; between the three, strands of blood fine as silk threads like red bonds.

In an instant, that arm extended to three meters long, like a spliced monster snake, nimbly twisting in the air, whipping the air, emitting crisp explosive cracks.

ps: Huh, the audit swallowed some words; I've searched and can't find which ones were swallowed, convinced!

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