My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Under the mental impact caused by the pressure of gravity, Zhang Ying's consciousness was like a tattered cloth being torn apart by two forces simultaneously.

The skull slumped downwards, the body lifted upwards, the blood in the carotid artery colliding and becoming stagnant, the lungs were compressed flat by the feeling of suffocation, and each breath felt like pushing against a stone slab with broken ribs.

All I could hear in my ears was the muffled sound of my own heartbeat.

"Feeling unwell?" A chilling voice came from afar, its intermittent sound disrupted by the ringing in my ears. "Don't worry, this is just the beginning. Once you've completely lost consciousness, I'll take you down from the ceiling."

It brought its face closer, its bloodshot eyes twitching excitedly in their sockets.

"I'll drag you into the nursery first and sacrifice those two children! You wanted to save them, didn't you? After they're dead, I'll drag out that woman hiding in the bathroom and eat her along with your still-warm corpse!"

Even in this extremely oxygen-deprived environment, Zhang Ying's powerful physique allowed him to maintain his last shred of consciousness, with only one thought remaining in his mind:

If the demonic hand isn't removed from his body, his consciousness won't last much longer!

Zhang Ying, in extreme pain, thought for less than a second before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The eerie laughter stopped.

It tilted its chin, aiming its two white pupils at Zhang Ying's face, as if to confirm whether it was seeing things.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Ying did not answer it.

With his last ounce of strength, Zhang Ying pressed his right hand onto the upside-down, grotesque arm, his fingertips pressed against the bluish-black skin.

The wood grain on the back of his right hand emitted a faint red glow in the corridor!

The Dancer's Touch!

The ghost's eyes suddenly widened.

Those already bloodshot eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and the white spots in their pupils trembled wildly.

Without warning, its left arm bent in the opposite direction starting from the elbow, as if the joint was being held in the palm of someone's hand and twisted at an angle that it could never have bent in its birth!

Click! Click! Click!

Each sound was like breaking off a piece of freshly frozen icicle.

Then came the right arm, starting from the wrist joint, the entire arm looked like it had been twisted into a pretzel by an invisible hand!

The knees of both legs bend inward and the ankles fold outward.

"What are you doing—what have you done?!"

The strange voice suddenly split, and it watched helplessly as its hand, which was gripping Zhang Ying's waist, loosened!

The reverse gravity applied to Zhang Ying was as if it had been severed by a single stroke, and the direction of gravity returned to normal in less than the blink of an eye, and the whole world returned to its proper up and down.

Zhang Ying fell from the ceiling. His body twisted in mid-air, he braced himself with one hand, his knee hitting the tiles, and he gasped for breath.

Air rushed into the compressed lungs, the blockage in the throat was cleared by the airflow, breathing became smooth again, and the tinnitus gradually subsided from a high-frequency scream to a low buzzing sound.

The blurred vision was refocused.

He released his right hand, took two steps back from the inverted ghost, and created distance.

The inverted ghost rose vertically from mid-air to the ceiling, its limbs still twitching slightly in the afterglow of twisting in the opposite direction.

The force in the joints is fading, but it hasn't recovered from the joint-reversing torture yet.

It curled itself up on the ceiling, its head tilted to one side, its eyes rolled down, staring intently at Zhang Ying from a bottom-up angle.

The sound came out intermittently from his throat, low and venomous.

"I remember...I remember your face." Its throat was still spasming, and the sound came out in a halting, choked manner.

Zhang Ying stood on the corridor floor, looking up at the twitching, bluish-black monster on the ceiling.

He simply looked at it and calmly spoke:

"Before that, I will tear you to pieces."

The Daodiaogui let out a sharp, eerie cry, and its twisted limbs instantly snapped back to their original shape.

It lay on the ceiling, its bluish-black body resembling an upside-down gecko, and pounced towards Zhang Ying.

"Hoo—" Zhang Ying took a deep breath.

This time, Zhang Ying will not give it any more chances.

He spread his right hand, fingers outstretched, palm facing down.

Blood gushed from the joints of the wooden hand, pouring down from the wrist.

Blood splashed onto the corridor floor tiles, spreading out along the ground to form a very thin layer of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the floor tiles of the entire corridor were submerged, followed by the baseboards on the walls, the living room, the kitchen, and finally the entire floor of the house.

A dense aura of blood rose from the surface of the blood, enveloping the entire room and suppressing the black yin energy that originally filled every corner of the room until it was almost invisible.

"The Ghost Realm, the Blood-Soaked Lake."

The Daodiaogui remained in a downward-pouncing posture, but its speed slowed down the moment the blood spread.

Its face still wore a crazed expression, but its pupils had already received information that its brain hadn't yet processed.

Strange territory!

This human, no, this guy, he has a ghostly domain!

You had a ghost realm, why didn't you say so earlier?!

Before it could finish its internal monologue, two blood spikes suddenly rose from the blood-soaked surface of the floor, so fast that the blood-soaked surface itself didn't even have time to ripple!

The first blood thorn pierced diagonally into its left rib, penetrated its chest cavity, and emerged from above its right scapula!

The second blood thorn pierced through the middle of its lower abdomen, penetrated the abdominal cavity, and became lodged in the gap between its vertebrae!

Dark blue fluid gushed from the two penetrating wounds; there was no blood, only the murky liquid that had been soaking in water for a long time.

The Daodiaogui was pinned to the ground in mid-air by two blood-stained spikes, its four hands frozen in front of it, its fingers still in a grasping posture.

Zhang Ying gave it no chance to catch its breath. He raised his right hand and swung it through the air.

Dozens of blood-red blades simultaneously condensed from the blood-red surfaces in front of, behind, to the left and right of the Daosaogui, each as thin as a freshly torn piece of paper, its edges gleaming with a dark red light.

The blood blade paused for a moment.

Zhang Ying clenched his right palm.

All the blood-red blades slashed down at the same time!

Before Daodiaogui could even let out a scream, his body was sliced ​​into pieces by dozens of intersecting blades. Dark blue tissue fell from mid-air, splashing onto the blood-soaked surface and creating ripples!

Zhang Ying stood on the blood-soaked surface, looking at the pile of fragments that were still twitching slightly, and slowly exhaled.

"This is the price for threatening me."

He lowered his hand, preparing to put away the Ghost Domain and go to the bathroom to see if the woman and the two children could still be saved.

The surrounding blood surface suddenly rippled, and a mocking laugh came from all directions at the same time.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

The laughter was hoarse and shrill, like someone repeatedly scratching glass with their fingernails.

Zhang Ying froze.

Under his gaze, the dark blue tissue that had been chopped into pieces began to wriggle and gather together in the center, piece by piece.

A human-shaped silhouette slowly rose from the gathered fragments.

The Daomiao Gui stood before him again, its body intact, its bluish-black skin without wounds, only its color was lighter than before.

It twisted its neck, and its chin still made a slight creaking sound in the joint socket.

"I thought—" Daosaogui turned his neck back, his lips pursed downwards, "that he was one of our kind who had lost his mind."

It scanned Zhang Ying from head to toe with its bloodshot eyes, then a chilling smile returned to its lips. "A human with a grotesque arm... interesting. How did you do that?"

Its voice grew louder and louder, its laughter deepening. "But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything. It doesn't matter what you are, because I've figured it out. You're not a monster. You can hurt me, you can trap me, you can cut me to pieces, but as long as you're human, you can never kill me!"

Zhang Ying lowered his voice: "You mean the monsters can't be killed?"

"Of course. It's an ironclad rule, you understand? Like gravity, it doesn't change according to anyone's will." Daodiaogui put his hands behind his back, completely disregarding Zhang Ying in front of him. "Except for monsters."

"Goodbye, human. When we meet again, I'll make you wish you were dead—starting with your mother, then your relatives. As for you, I'll save you for last, making you wait to die every second, until you kneel down and beg me to eat you!"

"Next time?"

Zhang Ying raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the swollen, oversized ghost that seemed to have lost all sense of its own weight.

"You want a next time?"

"Thank you for reminding me, Daodaogui. You've made me realize something."

He shook his head helplessly: "You can't rely on yourself for everything."

Behind Zhang Ying, a slender hand suddenly appeared out of thin air.