Chapter 235: Extermination, Not Answering?

A casual, slightly reproachful tone — the soft voice of a high school girl — each word linked to the next, yet it carried an eerie, ghost-story chill that made one's soles turn cold.

Chang Wei's scalp went numb in an instant; he couldn't grasp the meaning behind the high school girl's words, but he would stake his decade-plus career as a Prison Guard on the fact that those eyeballs rotating into coil shapes were absolutely not the shape human eyes should have.

"Just who are you……"

Chang Wei's voice carried terror and unease; he desperately mobilized the Qi and Blood throughout his body, trying to break free from the bizarre binding beneath his feet.

The sneak-attack opportunity Feng Yuhuai had painstakingly created — how could it give Chang Wei any room to resist?

Only to see her raise five fingers, and five fingertips melted into dense, countless red threads; in a split second, these red threads pierced into Chang Wei's body like sewing clothes.

Then they turned into congested thread knots, blocking the vital pathways throughout the latter's body that transported Qi and Blood, locking his Qi and Blood dead.

"Puppetry Technique · Severing Meridians!"

Feng Yuhuai truly deserves to be called a Martial Dao genius; this Puppetry Technique was her own creation, the first time she used it in real combat today, and the effect was remarkably significant.

Chang Wei only felt the Qi and Blood in his entire body seem to freeze in an instant, losing the vitality to flow.

And without the amplification of Qi and Blood transport, relying merely on the bit of strength from his own muscles and bones, he simply could not snap those red threads, tough as steel wire.

At this moment Chang Wei finally saw clearly that what bound his feet were countless fine, wispy red threads.

Those red threads overflowed from the high school girl's soles, like countless tiny blood snakes, silently first winding around his shoe soles and ankles, then rapidly slithering upward, finally dispersing to coil around his four limbs and hundred bones.

In the blink of an eye he was wrapped into a blood cocoon, nailed upright to the ground, only a bare, stiff skull left exposed.

"You, you, you….. just who are you?"

Chang Wei was horrified to the extreme; his voice trembled and stuttered, as if squeezed from the depths of his soul.

Feng Yuhuai's gaze was deep, staring straight at Chang Wei; her answer was equally deep and from the soul: "This question, I myself am a bit unable to figure out right now."

Chang Wei widened his eyes, hair-raisingly hearing another overlapping girl's voice come from the high school girl's mouth.

Chang Qingsen's Mother, hearing the movement in the Living Room, walked out with tear-blurred eyes: "I was just in the younger son's Bedroom, and didn't find any Rag….."

The voice cut off abruptly.

Feng Yuhuai looked toward the woman frozen in place; the high school girl's voice and the girl's voice spoke in unison:

"Auntie, no need to look, sorry, I lied to you just now; actually Chang Qingsen already gave the Rag Doll back to me, and moreover……"

Facing Chang Wei, Feng Yuhuai might not win head-on, but she chose the most despicable, safest way — a sneak attack.

And facing Chang Qingsen's Mother, she could sniff the thin Qi and Blood inside the other's body, more accurate than any Martial Dao assessment test; she could confirm the other had no Martial Arts Cultivation inside, just an ordinary middle-aged woman.

She openly hooked a finger at the latter, and the latter's whole person was immediately pulled up from the ground, suspended stiffly from the Ceiling.

A coil of red thread emerged on Chang Qingsen's Mother's neck, faintly seeping blood color.

She was suspended in midair, legs unconsciously flailing back and forth, both hands clutching the red thread for dear life, cheeks swollen red from holding her breath.

Only then came the high school girl's and girl's voices, slow and deliberate: "Moreover, you two are my new Rag Dolls~"

Chang Wei felt cold all over; Chang Qingsen's Mother, in midair despair, struggled with all her might, throat nearly strangled silent.

Yet she still exhausted every ounce of strength, using a voice already hoarse to near unintelligibility, haltingly squeezing out the only final words before death.

She didn't ask who the high school girl was, what she wanted to do, nor a single plea for mercy or life.

She only haltingly, hoarsely sobbed: "Xiao Sen, Xiao Sen, where are you?"

Chang Qingsen's Mother was indeed just an ordinary middle-aged woman, her mind usually slow, and she hadn't noticed the high school girl's abnormality from the moment she entered.

But at the brink of death, her mind turned a hundred times faster than her younger brother Chang Wei; her first reaction wasn't that she was about to die, but the realization that her son's disappearance absolutely had an inseparable connection with the high school girl before her?

Chang Wei also seemed to come to his senses, opening his mouth, eyes dead-locked on Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai was likewise stunned for an instant; she looked at the woman hanging in midair near death with an exceptionally complex gaze, the rotating coils in her left pupil returning to normal pupil shape.

She spoke in a near-murmur: "Auntie, you love your son very much; I also have a Mother, she also loves me very much; so you must really want to go see your son, right?"

A hopeful light appeared in Chang Qingsen's Mother's eyes.

Feng Yuhuai murmured: "Then stop struggling; that way Auntie you can go reunite with your son as soon as possible."

The light in Chang Qingsen's Mother's eyes went out in an instant; she understood, then truly let go of both hands, letting them drop, and soon there was no sound, hanging motionless in midair.

"Sister!" Chang Wei roared in grief and rage.

Feng Yuhuai walked back before Chang Wei, gazing at the latter; her voice actually carried a trace of indescribable yearning, as if seeking some resonance, she asked:

"What about you, are you willing to go reunite with them?"

Chang Wei's throat erupted with a scream of utter despair: "Just who are you, why are you doing this?"

Feng Yuhuai did not get the answer she anticipated in her heart; disappointment's shadow spread in her eyes, the black pupil in her left eye turning back into blood-colored coils, murmuring:

"Oh, you're not willing, you don't truly love your family!"

Chang Wei was practically going mad; he struggled like a madman, skin and flesh torn by the threads, that intense pain drawing beast-like howls of agony:

"Just who are you? What exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Yuhuai's nostrils flared slightly, she took a deep breath; the fresh scent emitted after flesh was torn made her mouth water.

The irrepressible hunger awakened in the Restaurant by Feng Ju now surged again like a tide, making her unable to suppress it any longer.

Her lips curled exaggeratedly wide, strands of thick drool dripping along her mouth corners; she used her last shred of reason to press one final question:

"Tell me, just who insisted on taking your and Chang Qingsen's lives?"

"???"

"The one who killed Xiao Sen is you; now you come to kill me again, and killed my sister, our whole family has been exterminated by you, yet you still ask who wants to kill me — isn't it you, otherwise who?"

Chang Wei's forehead full of question marks, brain overloaded and crashed, the whole person completely driven insane, tongue stiff and knotted unable to utter a single word.

"Not answering?!!"

Feng Yuhuai waited a full three seconds; seeing Chang Wei would rather die than yield, she could only helplessly open her mouth, tongue bizarrely springing from her throat, extending half a meter to reveal rows of sharp teeth sewn into the flesh, coiling toward Chang Wei's neck.

Chang Wei frightened into rolling his eyes white; in terror and despair, he used the last remaining shred of strength to swipe the Mobile Phone Screen he had been clutching in his hand, wrapped inside the "Blood Cocoon"……

(End of Chapter)