Chapter 495: Family You Create Yourself Is Closer Than Blood Kin

Ge Qingming's withered fingers suddenly plunged into the new work's eye socket; with a "pfft," a pale eyeball was gouged out by him alive.

Viscous dark-red plasma slowly dripped through the gaps of his fingers, splattering dark-red flowers on the cold iron bed.

"Catch."

He casually wiped the blood off the eyeball on his white coat, then tossed it lightly to Feng Yuhuai.

"This is the last gift I can give you; what I can help you with ends here—an eye that will let you see this world clearly again."

For this work he was most proud of, Ge Qingming's heart ultimately still held a trace of private affection.

Feng Yuhuai caught it subconsciously; a sticky sensation spread across her palm. She lowered her head to look at the strange eyeball, her own face reflected in it like glass.

"Child, don't resent."

Ge Qingming's voice suddenly turned gentle, like a loving father softly teaching his young daughter.

"Humans are selfish and ugly by nature; between people there has never been true trust or help."

"Behind those beautiful lies woven in the name of love hides nothing but the ugly face of one person lying on another, endlessly taking."

"In the end, humans are alone. On this long yet brief journey of life, the only one we can believe in, the only one we can rely on, is ourselves."

The dolls hanging from the ceiling began to sway in eerie unison; the sound of iron chains colliding wove into an eerie rhythm.

At this moment, all the dolls simultaneously revealed the same morbid fanaticism as Ge Qingming.

"But the great Puppet Mother is different… She bestowed upon us eternal bonds!"

"Blood-connected family!"

The dolls roared; the sound of stitches bursting cracked like firecrackers in the silent space.

"Soul-merged confidants!"

Ge Qingming spread his arms; that white coat unfurled like a bat's wings.

Dozens of dolls' voices and Ge Qingming's gradually merged into one, reverberating in Feng Yuhuai's Nao Hai:

"Only the Puppet Mother, the great Puppet Mother, can let us have true mutual love, family and friends who support each other to the end!"

Feng Yuhuai stared blankly at Ge Qingming, taught a solid lesson once again.

Every time she came to this Black Clinic, it was like opening a new page of a dark apocalypse, learning unspeakable life insights.

Last time it was the body's reshaping; this time it is the soul's rebirth!

She lowered her head to examine the slippery eyeball in her hand, suddenly chuckled, raised her hand and pressed it into her own hollow eye socket.

Sticky tissue fluid slid down her cheek; newborn visual nerves spread out like spider webs.

"The size fits just right."

Feng Yuhuai blinked her asymmetrical eyes; her smile grew even sweeter and more charming:

"I like this gift very much."

The fanaticism on Ge Qingming's face gradually faded, replaced by a twisted relief.

He extended a blood-stained finger to stroke Feng Yuhuai's cheek, just like that night's caress:

"Go, child, leave here, go break through the soil; you don't need to ask anyone for help, go seek and create your true family and friends."

Feng Yuhuai did not dodge; instead she leaned closer, letting that blood-stained hand slide across her beautiful cheek, leaving a polluted bloodstain on her face.

Ge Qingming continued in a low voice; the bodies hanging from the ceiling swayed gently with his words:

"Remember…"

"Family you create yourself"

"Is closer than blood kin"

A strange light rose in Feng Yuhuai's eyes; she nodded solemnly, turned and walked away.

Three steps later, Feng Yuhuai suddenly stopped, slowly turning back.

She looked at Ge Qingming with incomparable deep emotion, waving goodbye at the same time:

"Thank you. Besides my father, you are the one who taught me the most. I will certainly remember your kindness to me forever."

Ge Qingming subconsciously raised his hand, making the same farewell wave.

In this instant—

"Bang!"

Feng Yuhuai's right hand suddenly exploded; myriad red threads blossomed like blood-colored fireworks!

Scarlet threads instantly covered half the Underground Basement, like a giant net enveloping Ge Qingming.

Enveloping him along with them was Feng Yuhuai's reluctant voice:

"I think you are most suited to become the first family I create. Also, those family and friends you created, I am willing to accept them together. What do you think?"

"After all, I am the same as them; we were all reborn on the iron beds in this Underground Basement. Between us there already exists fate and bonds transcending life and death."

Ge Qingming's pupils abruptly contracted to pinpricks.

He retreated in panic; his back crashed heavily into the cold iron cabinet; the instrument rack toppled with a boom; scalpels and forceps scattered across the floor, clattering.

"You dare!"

Ge Qingming roared, tearing open his coat to reveal the twisted, wriggling Puppet Mother mark on his chest,

"You cannot move against me; I am the Gardener chosen by the Puppet Mother!"

Both his hands shook; dozens of near-transparent fishing lines shot from his sleeves.

The bodies hanging from the ceiling suddenly convulsed in unison; their stitched mouth corners tore to their ears, emitting hair-raising shrieks.

Accompanied by the crisp snaps of iron hooks breaking, one "doll" after another dropped from the ceiling like dumplings, slamming heavily onto the ground, then swarming toward Feng Yuhuai in unison, bringing gusts of gloomy cold wind.

Feng Yuhuai merely lifted her eyelids lightly.

Her pupils instantly turned into scarlet vortices; her slender arms unfolded elegantly.

In a flash, red threads surged like a blood tide across the sky; one part entangled the incoming fishing lines, another part pierced directly into the back of those dolls' necks.

"Creak—"

Amidst the tooth-aching screech of friction, all the puppets suddenly froze in place on the ground.

They mechanically turned their necks, and in their death-white eyes appeared ring eyes identical to Feng Yuhuai's.

"How can this be called fighting?"

Feng Yuhuai almost effortlessly seized control of the dolls, a pleased smile on her face:

"I only want you to become my family—what's wrong with that? See, Puppet Mother should agree with me too, otherwise, how could they all listen to me so easily?"

Ge Qingming frantically pulled the fishing line, but it was like tugging at a thousand-catty boulder.

True fear appeared on his face for the first time; he stumbled and knocked open the cabinet door behind him, taking out a pair of oddly shaped bronze long scissors.

The scissor blades were carved with twisted runes, emitting a faint green glow in the darkness.

"Click! Click!"

Those scissors were made of some unknown material, and could easily cut the red threads; swathes of red threads snapped and burst apart, yet the red threads were endless like a tide, surging toward him from all directions.

Feng Yuhuai advanced slowly with elegant steps, and the rebellious puppets followed closely, circling into an arc, likewise pacing forward.

The scene looked exceptionally warm, very much like a group of obedient children surrounding and encircling the old father in the middle.

End of Chapter