Chapter 152

A terrifying evil wind surged back in reverse, and Feng Yuhuai's cheek muscles seemed to be blown by the gale, caving in into a hollow.

Her scalp went numb, and in her haste, she swiftly raised her arms to block before her chest.

"Puppet Technique: Release Body Puppet!!"

Countless threads fine as wandering silk suddenly surged from her arms; these threads seemed to have come alive, rapidly interweaving in an instant to form a layer of armor soft as cotton.

Almost in that same split second, from her arms to half her body she shed all human quality, as if transformed by magic into a bloodless, fleshless cloth doll.

Bang! Puff!

The puppet's arms were pierced through, the soft chest fabric caved in to the extreme, rippling out ring after ring of shockwaves.

The floorboards beneath the puppet let out a groan of unbearable load, concrete cracking open in dense ravines, the steel bars interlaced within all dented and snapped.

With a boom, a huge sound rang out.

The floorboards collapsed with a crash, the puppet like a shell leaving the barrel, carrying its remaining momentum to smash heavily onto the next floor down; after the impact, it rebounded upward with astonishing force.

Feng Yuhuai's vision went black; even though she had already become a puppet, she could still feel that terrifying power surging inside her body, as if the whole world were shaking.

Her head felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, dull and heavy beyond compare; even a puppet body could not completely withstand and dispel this dreadful impact.

The puppet state was hard to maintain; Feng Yuhuai was knocked back into human form in an instant.

She sprayed fresh blood from her mouth, its color deep as if dyed with ink; she could feel her internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage, tendons and bones throughout her body fractured over a large area, especially the muscles on her arms, which were almost pulverized.

Even more terrifying, a crack had split open on Feng Yuhuai's skull; through those ghastly white fissures one could faintly glimpse the interior: wriggling brain matter and trembling silk cotton muddled together, swaying like tofu brain mixed with cotton.

Such injuries would for an ordinary person already be fatal, enough to make someone expire in an instant.

However, for the half-puppet-transformed Feng Yuhuai, she could still barely sustain life.

As long as the "blood food" she had consumed last time still remained inside her, those essences not yet fully exhausted.

In other words, as long as the Puppet Mother avatar parasitizing her had not been beaten into starving unconsciousness, her body could gush forth endless silk threads, and she could keep using all manner of inconceivable Puppet Techniques, continuously stitching up her tattered body.

"Praise the Puppet Mother!"

For the first time, Feng Yuhuai's heart surged with sincere praise; she genuinely extolled the Puppet Mother's great power.

Even, in that moment, her heart unexpectedly rippled with wisps of gratitude toward Feng Mu.

After all, tracing back to the source, if Feng Mu had not inadvertently placed her under the Puppet Mother's gaze, bringing about that decisive parasitic transformation, Feng Yuhuai might by now have been reduced to an unrecognizable puddle of rotten flesh.

In the flash of a spark, all manner of thoughts flashed through Feng Yuhuai's mind, and then she instantly gathered her focus, tilting her head to look toward the top floor.

There, the central part of the floor had already collapsed, forming a huge hole; several floor slabs, like puzzle pieces toyed with by fate, were barely strung together by twisted steel bars, hanging by a thread, swaying on the verge of falling.

They slanted downward, as if beneath the feet of that man exuding a terrifying aura, they had obediently paved a section of suspended, winding steps leading down.

Gululu.....

Chang Qingsen's corpse also seemed unwilling to stay lonely on the top floor; it slid down at a slant, crashing down, landing less than a few meters from Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai's pupils shrank slightly; her gaze did not dare move away, staring unblinkingly at the man on the rooftop.

The latter looked down from on high, one hand lightly propping up his glasses frame, appearing gentle and elegant; the other hand steamed with heat waves, with broken red threads still hanging on it, appearing terrifying and violent.

"Just who brought this madman upon me."

Feng Yuhuai's heart turned cold; fresh blood dripping from her forehead flowed into her eye sockets, making her gaze all the more sinister.

"Good eyes, pity that eyes alone cannot kill."

【Zheng Hang】 descended the winding steps unhurriedly; beneath his cold lenses refracted a bone-chilling ruthlessness.

"Yu Huai, let me teach you a principle: when facing an enemy who can kill you, no matter how much you hate them, you must act as docile as a lamb, otherwise..."

Feng Yuhuai's eyes sharply contracted to needle points; the figure descending step by step in her vision was still coming down, yet that speaking voice actually came from the back of her skull.

"Otherwise, you really will die!"

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill run through her whole body; without hesitation she twisted her waist and turned, her toes kicking diagonally backward.

Pa!

Her toes seemed to poke an iron plate; a light tap, then suddenly borrowing the rebound to retreat, her other toe sliding on the ground, her whole body whipping back in a violent retreat.

Behind her, 【Zheng Hang】's heart-palpitating face indeed appeared in her sight; Feng Yuhuai hurriedly turned her head again to glance at the figure on the steps.

That figure descending the steps still maintained a steady pace, slowly moving downward.

However, just as he took another step, the figure abruptly dissipated, as if suddenly erased by some invisible eraser.

"It's that kind of ghost shadow again; those ghost shadows aren't illusory afterimages lingering, but ones that can move?!!"

Feng Yuhuai only felt the man before her growing ever more eerie; she twisted her waist and fell back, both hands flinging out silk threads that nailed into the surrounding walls.

Then following the momentum she pulled with a tug, her whole body soared into the air; borrowing the constantly pulling and shifting silk threads, she changed positions in midair, and in an instant escaped a distance of several dozen meters.

Feng Yuhuai watched the string of ghost shadows she had left behind, and 【Zheng Hang】 pursuing close behind; her feet suddenly halted, all her body's power surging into her right hand.

"You can't kill me!!!" Feng Yuhuai shrieked sharply, "Puppet Technique: Red Extreme Bite!"

Her whole body's Qi and Blood burned to the limit; her right arm suddenly swelled and burst, countless red threads howling and surging, condensing into a man-eating giant flower that chose its victims, opening its bloody maw to bite down on 【Zheng Hang】.

At the same time, Feng Yuhuai's left leg, as if boneless, twisted nimbly, instantly tearing through the air with the sound of a snake flicking its tongue, at a vicious and tricky angle kicking straight at 【Zheng Hang】's groin.

This move is the most vicious one in 【Snake Transforming Strength】 — Snake Tail Whip!

Upper and lower killing moves deployed simultaneously, like two sharp returning spears, stabbing straight at Zheng Hang's vital points unexpectedly.

One high one low, one open one hidden, two forces intertwined into a net of death, with the momentum of thunder, fiercely poking at Zheng Hang's fatal spots, leaving him nowhere to dodge, impossible to guard against.

【Zheng Hang】's face remained calm, his gaze deep and obscure, saying indifferently: "Enough, let this farce of intimacy end here!"

【Zheng Hang】 stood in place, arm raising swiftly, five fingers spread; one after another, ghastly white finger bones popped out, like five ferocious sickle hooks, sweeping upward from below.

The air rippled with visible ripples; a vast, indescribable Yin cold sensation howled as it crashed into the man-eating flower's giant mouth.

At the same time, 【Zheng Hang】's right foot then followed the momentum to lift and block, fiercely meeting Feng Yuhuai's kick head-on.

In the hard head-on collision, Feng Yuhuai's toes poked at the other's knee like sharp arrows; the Snake Tail Whip instantly had its fangs shattered.

A crisp cracking sound reverberated in the air; Feng Yuhuai's toes instantly felt severe pain, her whole body also swaying unsteadily, on the verge of falling.

And the man-eating flower she had flung out suddenly froze in midair, as if its throat of fate had been strangled.

Pierced through by an iron hand, its insides shattered and disintegrated inch by inch, as if countless scissors were madly churning within, instantly reducing it from inside out into a sky full of scattering petals.

"Yu Huai, you must understand, when a person is killed, they die. If you don't die, then you should be grateful — it's because I love you deeply enough!"

Reverberating amidst the rain of petals drifting across the sky, a low whisper full of profound mystery, as if Death itself were murmuring softly by the ear.

This sound, like a wisp of eerie blue phosphorescent fire in the night wind, was irresistibly carved into the depths of Feng Yuhuai's soul; from time to time it would echo repeatedly in her Nao Hai on lonely nights, lingering without end.

Feng Yuhuai's Yan Zhen gradually dispersed; whether it was a hallucination before death playing tricks, she vaguely seemed to see the phantom of another face superimposed on that face right before her eyes.

Feng Yuhuai had no time to ponder before she was startled to realize a palm descending from the heavens, plunging toward her Chest without any warning, its momentum incomparably fierce, brooking no refusal.

Moreover, before the palm even touched her skin, a Crane Cry rang out by her ear, sharp and prolonged, like a keen blade tearing through the vast sky.

The malicious wind before her chest surged like raging torrents, fierce and brutal, instantly shredding Feng Yuhuai's clothes to pieces; the force was so savage that even Feng Yuhuai's "Kui Zu"-transformed body sensed the threat of death.

With a piercing *chi* sound, flesh and bone seemed torn by an invisible giant force; silk-thin strands of Meat instantly turned into mangled flesh and blood scraps, spraying in all directions.

Feng Yuhuai's body arched into a prawn shape in an instant, flung backward, tracing a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily into several piles of Scrap.

Then, as if it were the most Malice-laden joke Fate had played, her body ultimately landed Impartially atop Chang Qingsen's corpse.

Following that, her body slid down powerlessly, like a marionette that had lost its support, slumping limply down, overlapping with the corpse beneath that had been flattened into a Meat pancake, lying quietly together...

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