Chapter 486: Gift, the Puppet Mother's Fear?

"Next time, there's still a next time?!"

Even when the beast's giant paw clamped his skull and the cranium emitted an unbearable "creak," Zuo Bai had never been as terrified as he was now.

But the moment the words "paying a visit" drilled into his eardrums, the blood in his body seemed to freeze into ice.

"This time isn't over?!"

"Next time, it's coming straight for my true body, after all, they're going to pay a visit…"

Hiss—

The beast's palm, like a palm-leaf fan, gently twisted, snapping off Zuo Bai's head, and snapping off his thoughts as well.

The break at the neck was so clean it was hair-raising, looking as if it had great artistic collection value.

Especially the missing pair of ears, which added a unique aesthetic to this head.

The beast pulled a huge handkerchief from his tactical waist pack and carefully wrapped up the head.

Then he took out a special spray from his pocket; the moment the special liquid touched the skin, Zuo Bai's pale face actually bloomed with a strange halo, as if he had merely fallen asleep.

"A gift for someone must be kept fresh."

The beast gleefully lifted the head, then leaned in and gently sniffed it:

"It's mint-flavored, he should like it, right?"

Zhao Jingyi covered her mouth tightly, looking on in extreme terror as her Mentor had his head easily snapped off.

"The Mentor's strength shouldn't be this weak; even if he's just a Clone Modified Body, the Mentor didn't dare resist too much throughout, but instead cooperated with the other party in snapping off his own head?!"

"Just like me before, even when facing death, I didn't dare defy the Mentor; the Mentor would rather have his head snapped off than dare to displease these few people…"

Zhao Jingyi was greatly shaken, her soul receiving an unparalleled impact.

If before, her fear of 【Destiny】 was still superficial and shallow, staying only at some report data, then now she had the strongest and most intuitive feeling.

In that instant, fear, shock, and awe surged and boiled in her heart, finally turning into scorching gratitude and devout belonging.

The gratitude was directed at Zheng Hang;

the belonging was toward 【Destiny】.

Although in her view, Zheng Hang was merely an Intern of 【Destiny】, and she, as a Hidden Subordinate excavated by Zheng Hang, wasn't even an outer member of 【Destiny】.

But Zhao Jingyi felt that her soul at this moment had completely and thoroughly converted to Destiny.

She raised both hands and slowly walked out from her hiding place:

"Don't move,"

Her voice trembled slightly, but was exceptionally clear,

"I have a secret to tell you. Actually I am…"

"Coincidence."

A cold voice suddenly cut her off; the MC didn't know when he had already stood before her, his finger rubbing the trigger of the sniper rifle, his forest-white pupils staring fixedly at her, speaking with a half-smile:

"We just happen to have a secret that needs your cooperation."

……

Feng Yuhuai ultimately couldn't find where the blue white car carrying her father had gone.

She swung the red thread and left the Residential Compound with worry and anxiety.

Thick smoke from explosions rolled on the distant highway; she absolutely dared not go over, only controlling an eyeball to drift over like a kite in the wind.

Burning vehicle wreckage blocked the asphalt road; a headless corpse wearing a white coat stood in the center of the road.

And the group of four standing beside the corpse were simply like characters walked out of a Mental Asylum:

A bewitching woman in ten-centimeter high heels, her lips stained with blood;

The MC in a crisp suit holding a long spear/gun in his hand;

A bald, slovenly man stepping in slippers through the mist;

A burly muscular giant gently tying a butterfly knot on the bundle in his arms.

"What a strange combination…?"

Feng Yuhuai's complaint hadn't finished when her line of sight suddenly froze on that headless corpse.

Although it had no head, that white coat vaguely reminded her of something.

"Impossible…"

Feng Yuhuai carefully controlled the eyeball to descend a little; she wanted to see a bit more clearly.

But at the moment her line of sight focused, a bone-piercing chill suddenly seeped out from her soul.

Her lips suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and a doll voice long unused overflowed from between her teeth:

"Don't look there… run, run fast—"

Feng Yuhuai hadn't had time to think when her body, like a puppet on strings, twisted its waist directly 90 degrees backward below the waist.

"My body is running away?" Feng Yuhuai horrifiedly discovered she had become a bystander.

Yes, fleeing in panic.

Her body swung wildly between buildings like a marionette, moving so fast it left no afterimage in the air, several times faster than when she controlled it herself.

It was truly: man running on the ground, eyeball chasing in the sky, yet unable to catch up no matter what.

After running a full ten-plus li, arriving at the rooftop of an abandoned unfinished building, Feng Yuhuai suddenly stopped; the eyeball in the sky "huffing huffing" reeled in its thread, "pop" hitting back into her palm.

"Dirty! Don't want it anymore!!!"

The gloomy doll voice suddenly rose in pitch; the angry voice stabbed the scalp numb.

Her right hand suddenly clenched uncontrollably, five fingers tightly closing—

"Pop—"

The eyeball burst in her palm, fine crystal scum sprinkled down, swept away by the whistling wind, disappearing into the night sky.

A full half minute later.

Feng Yuhuai suddenly convulsed violently, trembling all over as if struck by high-voltage electric shock.

The instant consciousness regained control of her body, she almost knelt on the ground.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the scum remaining on her palm, her face gloomy to a terrifying degree.

"Heh"

She let out a meaningless cold laugh, using her finger to slide open her phone.

In the front camera, the black-hole eye sockets were like a bottomless dry well.

The newly woven ball of thread eyeball was certainly usable, but ultimately lacked that kind of vividness.

Feng Yuhuai touched the outline of the hollow eye socket, brows locked tight:

"No, how come my eyes got dirty, Puppet Mother, your cleanliness obsession is a bit too severe, right?!!!"

Feng Yuhuai bit her lip, the sole remaining eyeball flickering with eerie red light:

"Puppet Mother seems very afraid of approaching those people, what exactly is special about them?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart gave rise to intense curiosity, and in the bottom of her heart sprouted an extremely dangerous thought.

She remembered Puppet Mother parasitized her, waiting for her to mature, then hatch and manifest from her body; so, assuming she could infiltrate among those people, or find a way to become the same as them.

When that day arrives, would Puppet Mother still dare to descend from her body?

Toward the most desperate terminus of the future, Feng Yuhuai seemed to have found a clue to solving the problem.

"Thinking too far, Puppet Mother needs to wait for me to mature to hatch; my current urgent task is to hide, evade the Executive Government's pursuit, best to directly escape the Nine Districts..."

At the same time.

Inside the Executive Government Building, long since lights-out and plunged into pitch black, in the Chief Councilor's office at the deepest part, the Chief Councilor was sitting on the sofa, watching the projection screen looping playback of the painting...

(End of Chapter)