Chapter 140: The Opposite Side is Always the Opposite Side

Su Mian guessed that this instance was a variant instance, and the killing method might be some non-physical means.

She observed the wax figure carefully. Madam Liu's eyes were fixed on the yellow fine wool thread, her two hands pinched, and the fine thread had not yet passed through the needle eye.

There was too little useful information. Su Mian had to give up, turned around and exited the room, closing the door backhand.

A person who passed by in a hurry bumped into her shoulder. Su Mian turned back fiercely.

A gray coat, she hadn't seen this tenant, but she saw a pair of eye-catching... bull horns.

Su Mian followed stealthily, keeping a floor distance from this person, until she heard a knock on the door.

She looked up and confirmed that the person went to the seventh floor and entered the DM's room.

She held her breath, went upstairs silently, and stuck to the wall next to the door, without putting her ear against it, which was easy to alert the enemy.

And since the second instance, her hearing and vision had improved. Just like this, she could vaguely hear the conversation inside.

There was a short silence in the door, and it was only after confirming the identity of the visitor that they started talking.

"You came earlier than I expected."

A low and hoarse response followed closely, "The Controller side did not respond to your application."

His tone was flat, "Or rather, he did not agree."

A light laugh came from the room.

"He has always been hesitant."

"Hesitation does not mean indulgence."

The man interrupted him, "We and them are two boundary rivers."

"Because of the confrontation, the river water has a flow direction."

"So," he took a deep breath, his tone impatient, "the opposite side is always the opposite side, and the opposite bank of the river can only be the enemy."

After a short pause, the temperature in the air seemed to drop a notch.

The DM didn't answer immediately.

He finally opened his mouth, his tone light, "So what? You came to me just to talk about values here?"

The bull-horned man's tone was somewhat angry.

He said, "You are violating the will of the Lord God,...!"

The DM's voice suddenly turned cold.

Su Mian didn't hear the last sentence clearly. The moment this sentence fell, she heard the sound of furniture being overturned.

A violent collision broke out in the room, and she could even feel the ground under her feet vibrate slightly, and dust fell along the corners of the wall.

The conversation between the two was completely interrupted, and Si Shi's hand had already pinched his throat.

The bones made a subtle but clear crisp sound under his palm, and the bull-horned man was dragged directly off the ground, his back hitting the wall fiercely.

The wall cracked.

The gaze changed, and vertical pupils appeared.

Su Mian saw it in the fixed trance, her pupils shrank, and her heart jumped for a moment.

His pupil color was terrifyingly deep in the dark light, his out-of-control emotions surged, something that was not unfamiliar to death, and could even be called familiar.

Blood and slaughter, with a force that lost its measure, the wind and sand covering the sky swept over.

The man gritted his teeth, his face flushed red from being pinched, his eyeballs bulging, and the runes in his pupils stagnated for an instant.

His internal organs were almost torn apart by an unknown force, a burst of tinnitus, and blood sprayed from the meridians of his pupils and wrists.

Don't know how long it took, a dull sound hit the door panel heavily.

The next second, the door was slammed open.

The bull-horned man's figure rolled out in a mess, his back hitting the railing in the corridor fiercely, making a suppressed dull groan.

Su Mian instinctively shrank back a step, her whole person stuck into the shadow behind the door, her heart beating like a drum.

In the room, the DM stood at the junction of light and shadow, his clothes slightly messy, but his breathing was vaguely trembling.

The pleasure brought by blood awakened the instinct of bloodthirst and violence completely. The mask fell off, the disguise collapsed, suppressed for too long, he had almost forgotten that he hadn't killed anyone for a long time.

Under the shackles was a mutilated monster that was unrecognizable.

After a long silence, he opened his mouth.

"I am not."

Si Shi's face was buried in the shadows, but his voice trembled slightly, "Shut your dog mouth."

The usually calm Choushi cursed in a low voice, closed his eyes and recited a spell, and his body disappeared in the corridor, but the blood had not yet dried.

The corridor returned to silence.

Su Mian held her breath, the tip of her nose was thick with blood, she hesitated whether to move her steps and take the opportunity to escape, but her peripheral vision caught the man standing at the door sizing her up.

Uh oh.

The man glanced and looked away, turned and entered the room to light a cigarette, leaning against the cabinet in the entrance.

The blood on his face hadn't dried, flowing down his cheeks that were flushed from being out of control.

Su Mian stared at him fixedly, lifted her feet and stepped in. Si Shi's breathing stagnated, suppressing the violence that hadn't dissipated, his voice low and hoarse.

"I advise you to leave now."

Su Mian was silent for a while, "This house has good soundproofing."

She blinked, her expression light, as if she hadn't seen the scene just now, "I only heard the sound of fighting, so I came up."

"Heh..."

Si Shi sneered, lifted his eyelids tiredly, revealing the meaning of evil and irritability from his bones, completely shattering the remaining gentle appearance.

He easily hooked Su Mian's back collar and pulled her in front of him, frowning slightly.

Boredom.

But this little cat walked in openly, being dragged by the collar, stupid and dull. Where did her usual cleverness go? Can't she really feel the obvious killing intent?

Su Mian looked up at him, still that light appearance, her expression so calm that it made him want to tear her apart.

Si Shi, who had lost control of his spirit, did whatever he thought of. Throwing himself into the net, why not do it?

He relit a cigarette, pinched it with two fingers, and pinched the girl's chin to lift it up.

"Open your mouth."

The voice came from behind and above Su Mian. She froze, subconsciously wanting to speak.

The man's thumb pressed her lower lip and took advantage of the opening, sending the cigarette in, his tongue pressing against the tail of the cigarette.

Su Mian stiffened her body. Si Shi didn't know if he was tired or what, and was sparing of words.

"Suck."

Su Mian pressed her tongue down, her throat contracted, and she choked fiercely, the spicy smoke pouring into her trachea.

She couldn't react in time, a rapid cough overflowed from her throat, the corners of her eyes stained with physiological tears, she raised her hand to hold her neck vaguely, her eyes out of focus.

Si Shi didn't comfort her, nor did he make any movement, just lowered his head, selfishly appreciating it for a while, before slowly raising his hand to stroke the girl's back.

Su Mian coughed intermittently a few more times, only to find that Si Shi's eyes were terrifyingly scary. She subconsciously took a step back, but the man hooked the corners of his lips.

"It seems you don't like smoking either."

"..."

"I don't like it either."

"I hate smoking, very much."

When he said this, he clearly felt a pain in his chest, because he violated the character setting.

But he didn't care much now. Si Shi smiled, his chest vibrating, a bit morbid, his superior face exuding a dangerous aura.

Su Mian stared at him calmly, her thoughts drifting far away. She remembered how he smoked when she peeped for the first time. ===== CHAPTER 141 =====