Chapter 93: Volume 1, Chapter 93: Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (17)

The youth's silhouette seemed to melt into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

And the small knife that had stabbed into his chest fell to the floor with a clang, the TV returned to normal, replaying the comedy film she had watched before bed.

As Jiang Zhi walked toward the sofa, she stumbled, quickly steadied herself, sat on the sofa, covered her chest, and took a deep breath.

777 hesitated for a long time, then said: "Host, you shouldn't feel guilty; the villain has done much evil, long since ceased to be a person, and everything you've done is correct."

If the villain were to collapse countless worlds, the pillars sustaining the real world would also crumble; by then, the villain would go to the true world… and it would truly be too late.

Jiang Zhi was not its first host, but she was its favorite host, having her own worldview. Even knowing each world was dangerous, she still earnestly completed the missions, never retreating or giving up.

It also never broke the rules to give her a Golden Finger; she has always relied on her own strength.

Jiang Zhi looked at the comedy on TV, smiled, and said: "No, I was just wondering why I kissed him just now."

Now thinking back, she had no reason to kiss him; such an act was not worth the loss. The Hatred Value was inherently unstable, and as the mission neared its end, she began acting abnormally.

This is not her nature.

Upon reflection, she simply wanted to kiss him, so she did.

It seemed there was no reason.

777 froze for a moment, carefully observed her complexion, found no other abnormality, and tentatively said: "Perhaps it was out of pity?"

Jiang Zhi didn't want to think further, turned off the TV, yawned, and her eyes were full of fatigue.

"I don't want to think about those extra things; I'm going to sleep."

Tomorrow there will be another fierce battle.

The next afternoon.

Jiang Zhi, asleep in bed, was awakened by the knocking, each blow feeling like it struck her eardrums; upon opening her eyes, she was filled with killing intent.

777 hurriedly said: "It's the male lead, Lu Zheng!"

These days the host's sleep quality has been poor; all night long, police car sirens blared outside, interspersed with distant and near screams, waking her several times; now, having finally found a free moment to nap in the afternoon, she was disturbed again.

At this moment, Lu Zheng came to knock on the door, and it feared the host would rush out and kill him.

Jiang Zhi adjusted her state; no need to pretend, her brows and eyes were heavy with fatigue, her forehead slightly drooped, her lips pallid, as if she had suffered a severe blow.

This was Lu Zheng's first impression upon seeing her.

His sharp brows slightly furrowed, his gaze swept across the room, hesitating over something.

Jiang Zhi met his gaze, her body weakly leaning against the doorframe, her voice low and feeble: "He came."

Her complexion slightly pallid, "Young master… I stabbed the small knife you gave me into his chest, just as you said, and he vanished."

Lu Zheng's unfathomable pupils flashed with a glint, his breath sank, revealing excitement that could not be concealed.

"Really?"

His abnormality did not catch Jiang Zhi's attention; she lowered her eyelids and softly said: "Mr. Lu, our relationship should end."

Lu Zheng's expression stalled, he stepped forward, wanting to take her hand, but she evaded.

Jiang Zhi lifted her eyes, her expression serious, with no hint of joking.

"I've thought about it for a long time; before, I merely regarded my admiration for you as liking. Now I've figured it out—sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't like you."

Lu Zheng's eyes seemed ready to split, his emotions violently fluctuating, he asked in a deep voice:

"Then who do you like? Lu Yiluo?"

Jiang Zhi seemed to have been struck in her thoughts; her black-and-white eyes suddenly widened, a hint of sorrow surfaced in their depths, and her fingers gripping the hem of her clothing turned pallid and powerless.

Her reaction only made Lu Zheng angrier; he strode forward a few steps, gripping her arms with both hands, his dark pupils reflecting a cold sheen.

"Lu Yiluo is nothing but a monster; besides, he's already dead, Jiang Yu—wouldn't it be better to stay by my side?"

Jiang Zhi showed no abnormality from his contact; her pallid face slightly lifted, she met the man's gaze and spoke with utter coldness: "No! Mr. Lu, please conduct yourself properly."

"Conduct yourself properly? Conduct yourself properly? No one has ever spoken to him like that; Lu Zheng's icy voice bore the gritted-teeth fury: 'Jiang Yu, I do not agree.'"

Having spoken, he hoisted her onto his shoulder in one motion, ignoring her struggle, and strode away.

Below, the secretary waiting from afar to near witnessed this scene, shocked and bewildered.

"Open the door!" Lu Zheng's tone carried a hint of ferocity; the gaze directed at him made people feel a chill.

The secretary fumbled to open the car door, after they entered, hurriedly went to the driver's seat and started the car.

"Lu Zheng, what exactly are you doing! Let me go!" Jiang Zhi was wholly embraced by the man, tightly restrained, utterly unable to move.

Lu Zheng gave a cold smile, leaned down, brushed his lips against her ear, and uttered a bone‑chilling, abyssal whisper: "You will be mine for this lifetime."

Jiang Zhi paused for a moment, her body forgot to struggle, her eyes filled only with fear of him.

"This is illegal." She murmured softly: "Lu Zheng, you can't bind me…"

Outside the car window, the sky suddenly darkened, the whole expanse gloomy, wrapped in flowing cold air.

It was about to rain.

Jiang Zhi, lying in his embrace, began to show abnormalities; to Lu Zheng's naked eye, she gradually transformed into a terrifying killer.

Just like the people he had seen before, the transformation was swift, almost in the blink of an eye.

The car suddenly braked, stopping on the city street, not far away there were patrolling troops.

Jiang Zhi, turned into a malefactor, broke open the car door and stepped out.

Lu Zheng's pupils suddenly constricted, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked at her in disbelief.

Lu Yiluo had not disappeared; he still survived somewhere in this world.

And Jiang Yu, right before his eyes, underwent transformation, becoming a monster that only knows how to kill.

The nearby troops were attracted by the commotion; upon seeing the malefactor, they immediately drew their guns and aimed at Jiang Zhi's direction.

"No!!" Lu Zheng bellowed hysterically, strode forward, blocked in front of Jiang Zhi, and shouted at them: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

The captain of that special police unit instantly recognized Lu Zheng; at this moment he was a high‑level national official with considerable authority.

Mr. Lu, she has already been transformed; if we don't kill her, this city will fall into danger, and you will also be killed by her!

The evil ones have not a shred of feeling; no matter who it is, even if they are close relatives, they will kill them, ruthless and heartless.

Jiang Zhi, standing behind him, is different from all the transformed evil ones; she stands motionless in place, as if she hasn't reacted yet, like a statue.

Lu Zheng took a deep breath, his narrowed eyes calming as they fell on the captain, and he said unhurriedly: "She is my fiancée. I recall the state just issued a regulation concerning the upper class."