Chapter 89: Volume 1 Chapter 89   Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (13)

Jiang Zhi avoided his gaze, lifted the blanket and sat up; her long hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, setting off her skin as pure white and lustrous.

"I want to go out for a trip." Due to the male lead Lu Zheng's intervention, her parents are still alive, yet they lie in bed like vegetative patients, never waking.

Jiang Zhi couldn't wait to max out the hatred value of the villain Lu Yiluo.

Lu Zheng asked: "The hospital?"

Jiang Zhi nodded.

"I'll go with you." The man's fingers reached to the back of her neck and pinched, this posture pulling her into his embrace, full of possessive desire.

Jiang Zhi flustered tried to break free from his arms, but the more she moved, the closer she got to him.

"Don't move." Lu Zheng's tall, slender body stiffened; his thin lips brushed her earlobe, his cold, deep voice low and husky.

Her earlobe flushed red, about to drip; the person in his arms trembled even at the fingertips, extremely sensitive, the heat on her beautiful face seeming about to make her faint any moment.

Lu Zheng cupped her cheek, leaning in to kiss her.

At that moment, the bedroom's closed glass window shattered with a bang, countless glass shards scattering onto the floor, reflecting the morning light with a cold sheen.

The suddenness of the event made Jiang Zhi snap back to awareness; she suppressed her body's abnormality, stepped out of his arms, got off the bed, and looked at the glass shards on the floor, her face instantly draining of color.

Lu Zheng frowned, rose and blocked her body that wanted to move forward to look, his gaze sweeping past the window, avoiding the shards, he walked to the window and peered down.

No one was down there; perhaps someone had been there earlier but had already fled.

But this window before them didn't look like it was smashed by external force; it seemed more like it had been shattered by sudden pressure.

"Don't be afraid." Lu Zheng turned, looking at the person standing there, dazed, his heart strings slightly tight, he softened his usual cold tone to soothe: "It was an accident; those monsters from last night have already disappeared."

"I'll go get a broom to clean it up." Jiang Zhi said.

Otherwise, with so many glass shards, a careless step would surely cause injury.

Lu Zheng looked around, stopped her movement, and said: "I'll sweep, you sit."

While Lu Zheng left the bedroom to look for a broom, Jiang Zhi bent down, glanced at the shards on the floor, extended a finger wanting to pick one up, to observe closely how it had broken.

As soon as she touched it, the sharp glass shard pierced her fingertip, bright red blood beads welled out and slid along her fingertip.

Jiang Zhi gasped in pain; before she could stop the bleeding, a cold hand grasped her wrist, the bleeding finger was taken into the mouth of a blurry figure before her, a familiar damp cold breath enveloping her fingertip.

She lifted her eyes, but couldn't make out the sudden appearance; footsteps sounded behind her, and the figure vanished instantly.

And her fingertip wound had already healed.

Everything felt like a dream, everywhere exuding unreality.

Lu Zheng entered, saw her squatting with a blank expression, paused slightly: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhi came to her senses, stood up, her fingers clenched, still retaining a faint chill.

"It's fine..." she shook her head.

Lu Zheng had her sit on the bed, then immediately began sweeping all the shards into the trash can; his figure, polished by the slanting sunlight pouring in from outside the window, became tall and straight, his bearing quite mismatched with the broom in his hand.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Zhi quite enjoyed watching this scene, the corners of her mouth lifting, she said to 777: "When I was in the Cannon Fodder Team, I had never received such treatment."

She had her own mission; in most worlds, the number of times she met the male lead could be counted on one's fingers.

Long ago, when she first entered the Quick Transmigration Department, she always could hear the expectations of her peers.

The male lead bearing the title of Heaven's Chosen Child, just seeing him once would be enough.

And the villain, who committed myriad evils, had become a figure they could not avoid.

Jiang Zhi was different; she didn't want to see anyone, just wished to be an ordinary cannon fodder, muddling through days in the world.

There were no such difficult, dangerous missions as now, and she didn't have to face the villain that made everyone tremble at the mere mention.

But this too is a different path of experience; after going through these worlds, Jiang Zhi is still quite willing to see the villain again.

In every world, the villain is the same person, even so powerful that he can eventually awaken consciousness. To get close to her, he even split into two or three avatars.

Jiang Zhi greatly anticipates, in this world, when the villain will awaken consciousness and call out her true name.

"Jiang Yu."

Her train of thought was interrupted; Jiang Zhi lifted her eyes, seeing the man before her, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, bringing a gentle smile.

"Let's go out."

Lu Zheng sank into her smiling eyes, his fingers gripping the broom slowly tightening, a obsessive, pathological idea arising in his heart.

He sometimes resembles that eccentric younger brother; for the prey he has his eye on, he advances step by step, cutting off her retreat, then in a place no one can see, imprisoning her in a cage.

Only he can see her smile, and only he can obtain her.

Watching her sob and beg for mercy in his arms…… her snow‑white, delicate skin spreading a gorgeous, rich crimson……

…

Leaving the old residential area, they got into a car and headed toward the hospital.

The clock reached four in the afternoon, with less than two hours left, the second slaughter feast was about to begin again.

Along the way there were more than ten interception checkpoints, where national special forces stood, holding cold black guns, dressed in black uniforms; even a distant glance felt frightening.

On the road they passed several water‑sprinkling trucks and corpse‑bags, all dealing with the bodies scattered everywhere from last night.

Lu Zheng reached out to cover her eyes, shutting out everything outside: "Don't look."

On the road some corpses remained uncleared, their blood staining the asphalt dark red, the air filled with a ruthless bloody stench that made one uneasy.

Moreover, two or three people sat slumped beside the corpse‑bags weeping; the bags held their kin, now turned into cold, dismembered corpses.

The weeping echoed throughout the city; in a single night, countless people were brutally slain.

And the architect of all this——

Jiang Zhi drew a deep breath, suppressing the pain in her chest.

That is what this body has given her.

Indescribable genuine sorrow.

The car finally arrived in front of the hospital, the entrance already packed tightly, many people had come, and the number of patients had surpassed the highest since the hospital was built.

Lu Zheng, by some unknown means, brought her easily into the hospital and arrived at the top-floor VIP ward.

Only then did Jiang Zhi see the parents of the original host, who had been unconscious for a long time.

"Nothing will happen." Lu Zheng's gaze fell on her face, and he said softly: "I have assigned someone to take care of them."

Jiang Zhi felt endless gratitude: "Thank you."

Lu Zheng reached out, wanting to pull her into his arms.

The secretary hurried over, "Mr. Lu."

Lu Zheng's brows and eyes showed a gloom from being interrupted; he gave him a cold sideways glance: "What is it?"

The secretary glanced at the woman beside him, wanting to speak but stopping.

Lu Zheng told her to wait here for him, then prepared to leave with the secretary.

Jiang Zhi suddenly called out to him, whispering.

"Lu Zheng."

Lu Zheng's steps paused, he turned to look at her, his usually icy eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

Jiang Zhi whispered: "I'll wait for you."

A feather-light itch stirred in Lu Zheng's heart, his voice hoarse: "Hmm."