Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 150 The Gentle and Weird Third Person

The hysterical roar in her ears made Feng Yuhuai's face change drastically. She hurriedly grabbed Chang Qingsen's arm with both hands, and countless silk threads suddenly burst out from her fingertips.

Crunch!

The bloody bones were wrapped and tightened by silk thread, leaving dense scratches on them.

The bones were visibly deformed and stretched, with shocking cracks appearing.

Chang Qingsen's ten fingers were tightly clasped together. Those fingers that had turned into bones were trembling violently, as if they were enduring unspeakable pain. They were cruelly broken bit by bit, making a heart-pounding crisp sound.

With a sound of crunching, the two little fingers that were entangled together were torn apart first, like broken fibers, and a piece of broken bone was strung out like a thread. Then the ring finger, the index finger...
The pain of having his fingers and heart torn apart was so severe that he almost fainted. Chang Qingsen's remaining eyeballs bulged out as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

Chang Qingsen's face was completely distorted, and he just kept laughing crazily: "I told you there was a third person in the building, you didn't believe it, you didn't believe it, hahahaha, then let's die together."

Feng Yuhuai's neck twisted 90 degrees in a stiff and unnatural posture. Her eyes froze and her pupils shrank sharply. What she saw was an unfamiliar male face.

The man slowly took off his glasses, carefully and meticulously, and placed them gently on the pile of waste beside him. He even used his little finger to push the glasses gently to make sure they were placed properly.

In the dark curtain, a man walked out quietly. His movements were calm and composed, without any trace of violence. Instead, he exuded a sense of leisure.

However, such calmness made Feng Yuhuai feel a chill running through her bones. Her hands and feet seemed to be tightly wrapped by cold tentacles, and a chill spread from her fingertips to her heart.

"Let go, let go, ah ah ah!" Feng Yuhuai let out overlapping screams. She twisted her body frantically, and behind her, Chang Qingsen laughed even more crazily.

However, faster than Feng Yuhuai's scream was the man's footsteps. The man took a step forward, and seemed to be dragging a string of blurry shadows behind him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of her.

Feng Yuhuai's cry was suddenly interrupted, as if it was cut off by an invisible pair of scissors.

She could clearly see the face close to her, that white and flawless face with almost no pores. She could also feel the other person's breath, with a hint of coldness, blowing gently on her face.

The chill was like tiny ice needles, stimulating every pore of hers, causing the pores on her face to contract involuntarily and cause her to tremble slightly.

The man slowly raised his hand and slid it gently and slowly across her cheek, looking like a gentle caress between lovers.

Feng Yuhuai's face was covered with goose bumps. She stared at the gentle curve of the man's mouth and felt a chill all over her body.

Chang Qingsen's mouth stretched exaggeratedly, and he let out an unpleasant laugh like a crow. He was extremely looking forward to the next dramatic scene.

This scene looked familiar to him. Every time he dyed kittens and puppies, his movements were like this, extremely gentle and delicate. He seemed to have seen the tragic beauty of Feng Yuhuai being dyed bloody.

Six of Chang Qingsen's ten fingers had been broken, and the remaining four were covered with cracks. His arms, where the skin and flesh had been shed, were now wrapped in red silk threads, as if they had grown new circles of flesh and blood.

But at this moment, he seemed to feel no pain. The expectation and longing in his heart numbed his nerves, just like drinking T-37 "refreshing liquid". Feng Yuhuai's reaction was completely opposite to his. The panic was like a cold winter wind, freezing the capillaries on her face. Her face became pale and stiff, as if it had been cracked in advance, losing the warmth and vitality of life.

Then, he and she, hugging each other, finally heard in this ambiguous atmosphere the man in front of them slowly utter his first opening remarks in a tone that was gentle enough to break their hearts.

That voice, a wonderful interweaving of gentleness and eeriness, was like the encounter between a spring breeze and a cold current, making Chang Qingsen and Feng Yuhuai shudder at the same time.

"Yu Huai, since you love me, how can you let other men touch you with their dirty hands? This will taint our love."

The air froze at this moment, and so did...

The smile on Chang Qingsen's face froze, despair and anger surged in his heart. One of his eyes flashed with shock, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "You two, are you in the same group?"

Feng Yuhuai's brain froze, her expression became distorted and weird, and her cheeks on both sides twitched asymmetrically as if they were hit by invisible electric currents.

Two overlapping sounds came out of her mouth. She stammered, like a robot whose program was stuck, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty and confusion: "You, you, you..."

The man's palm gently slid down Feng Yuhuai's cheek, accompanied by a low and soothing voice: "Remember, I will not allow other men to touch you in the future. This time, I forgive you, but there will be no next time!"

The moment he finished speaking, his index finger bent gracefully, like an artist adding the final touch to a canvas, and gently and accurately pressed against Chang Qingsen's brow.

Then, he flicked his index finger lightly, and a hideous piece of bone suddenly popped out.

The next moment, Feng Yuhuai felt her heart skip a beat.

Chang Qingsen died in unclear circumstances. At that moment, Feng Yuhuai did not feel the slightest bit of joy in her heart. Instead, she even felt a little sympathy for Chang Qingsen.

Because she didn't recognize the man in front of her who kept talking about love nonsense that was incomprehensible!

The next second, her head remained motionless, but her body below the neck turned strangely 90 degrees like a puppet.

Chang Qingsen's warm and heavy body suddenly became like a lifeless sandbag. As she spun, it was thrown out and flew out heavily. It rolled on the ground for several circles and finally stopped on a pile of waste. Its head was crooked and its dull eyes stared at the two of them dully.

Feng Yuhuai broke free from the restraints and stretched out his arms without thinking. While operating the [Snake Power], his arms' flesh and blood separated like a puppet's prosthesis.

Her wrist and forearm were gently freed, and her forearm and upper arm then separated. Between the three, strands of blood as thin as silk threads acted like a red bond.

In an instant, the arm extended to three meters in length, like a strange snake made of splices, twisting flexibly in the air, whipping the air and making crisp noises.

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ps: Hey, the review swallowed some words, I can’t find out which words were swallowed, I give up!
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