Chapter 148 There Is a Third Person in the Darkness, Look Back

"Despair, repent, fear, and then die in a scream... It's a good line, well, it belongs to me." Behind the scrap pile, the playful murmurs muttered to themselves.

The cold lens quietly watched the fierce fight between the man and woman on the open rooftop through the darkness, like a heartbroken husband, hiding in the night, silently photographing the scene of his wife and lover having sex in the wild.

Pah pah pah, pongpongpong.

The dull sound of the collision of flesh, interspersed with the man's heavy breathing and the woman's sharp whistle, these sounds merged into the most primitive and shocking symphony.

"Die, die, die, die!" Feng Yuhuai twisted his waist, his hair danced wildly, and his arms whipped to make a sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Hahahaha, pay attention to your image. Don't be too ugly if you are blind." Chang Qingsen dodged left and right, waving the dagger in his hand wildly, laughing sickly in an attempt to anger Feng Yuhuai even more.

He twisted his left foot and dodged the "snake hand" that was shooting at him. Then, his calf shook violently, stepped hard on the ground, and his waist bent like a spring, and he circled to the oblique back of Feng Yuhuai in a very strange way.

The dagger in his hand rotated, accompanied by a sharp oblique slash. This is a high-level skill in fighting daggers - the poisonous dragon drill.

Feng Yuhuai's only remaining eye glanced behind her with resentment. She hurriedly urged the snake power and moved half a step horizontally as if she had no bones.

At the same time, her instep was like a taut bowstring, straightened instantly, and the power gushed out from her legs, turning into a fierce force, kicking violently behind her.

The air exploded with a dull sound under this blow.

Chang Qingsen's scalp was numb, his shoulders sank, but his body did not retreat but moved forward, taking the damage forward, and at the same time his wrist changed direction, and the dagger stabbed directly into Feng Yuhuai's... shirt pocket.

Chang Qingsen's shoulders trembled, and he flew backwards, knocking over the pile of waste behind him, with stones flying and dust flying.

While in mid-air, Chang Qingsen felt his intestines trembling in his waist and abdomen, almost falling out of his clothes.

He pushed his palms against the ground, rolled continuously to relieve the force, and quickly and awkwardly climbed up.

He pulled his hands violently, tearing off the tattered cloth soaked in blood on his shoulders, revealing the bloody shoulder bones underneath.

The severe pain of digging out flesh and bones made his temples beat more and more violently, as if they were about to explode with every pulse.

"My left shoulder is half broken."

Chang Qingsen's eyes were solemn. As soon as they fought, he could feel that he was inferior to Feng Yuhuai in strength and speed. Fortunately, the other party had just lost an eye.

One eye means that the other party's blind spot becomes larger, and the judgment of distance will be inaccurate. Most importantly, the other party carries an obvious fatal point.

Chang Qingsen said provocatively, "The vision of one eye is very asymmetrical, isn't it?"

A ball of blood mist suddenly burst out from Feng Yuhuai's chest, and a shocking knife wound slowly emerged, and the fat flesh flaps trembled.

A hole was cut in her shirt pocket, and a rag doll was half hanging on the edge of the pocket.

Feng Yuhuai tightly grasped the rag doll, and its chest was also cruelly cut open, and the red cotton ball inside was exposed, as if it was the flesh and blood spilling out of the wound.

"Despicable!" Feng Yuhuai's gums were about to break. If eyes could eat people, Chang Qingsen would have been devoured by now without even a bone residue left.

Chang Qingsen grinned: "Thank you for the compliment."

Feng Yuhuai took two deep breaths, suddenly suppressed the violent ups and downs of his chest, and said coldly: "Your ability is definitely not to the bottom of the mock exam, you concealed your ability."

Chang Qingsen didn't take it seriously, and just responded lightly: "How can my insignificant reservation be compared with the secrets hidden in you?"

Chang Qingsen's eyes were complicated, with deep fear and uncontrollable greed. He was as eager as confessing to his lover And twistedly said:

"I really want to cut open your beautiful body, reach into it with my own hands, touch it well, and feel whether it is warm flesh and blood or cold cotton thread."

Feng Yuhuai laughed in anger: "I won't make mistakes again, don't try to irritate me again."

Feng Yuhuai realized that Chang Qingsen was not the worst student in the [link] information. Although the opponent was not as strong and fast as himself, his response strategy was extremely cunning, and he locked his weak spot in a despicable and shameless way.

Feng Yuhuai calmed down, she grabbed a thread of the rag doll and pinched it into the flesh with her nails.

Chang Qingsen's pupils shrank. He saw that thread, as if it was rolling and surging, as if it was alive and drilled into the flesh, and then sutured and tightened in circles.

"Praise the puppet mother!"

Feng Yuhuai's voice was hoarse, and the rag doll in her hand was like a thread breaking off and disintegrating, and all of it was integrated into her flesh.

With every breath, the flesh flaps on Feng Yuhuai's chest slowly closed together, restoring a smooth outline. In the end, only a thin red line was left faintly visible on the skin.

Feng Yuhuai's face trembled, and she endured the excruciating pain caused by the suture of her skin and flesh.

The blood stains on her face faded away, revealing a spotless appearance again, except for the creepy paleness in her right eye socket.

Feng Yuhuai's other eyeball turned 360 degrees, she stared at Chang Qingsen with resentment, and made a strange sound from her mouth.

Although she was the only one speaking, it seemed that two completely different voices sounded from her mouth at the same time, one of which belonged to her, full of resentment and gloom; the other was the voice of a strange girl, pure but weird.

The two voices merged and merged in the air, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop. It was so cold that it was so cold: "Thank you, you have no idea what conditions I promised my puppet mother."

In Feng Yuhuai's eyes, tears and bloodshot intertwined like broken bead curtains. Her originally harmonious face seemed to be torn apart by invisible forces. Half of her face was immersed in tears of grief, while the other half was twisted into a surly smile: "So, next Come down and it’s your turn.”

As if possessed by some kind of dirty thing, Feng Yuhuai's power suddenly increased. Her black hair moved without wind, and the terrifying aura seemed to turn into substantial air pressure, covering Chang Qingsen's face.

Chang Qingsen suddenly felt a chill rising from his spine, and the alarm bell in his heart was like a frantically beating drum: "This is Feng Yuhuai's true face, and this form is the real [mask]?!"

Facing Feng Yuhuai before, Chang Qingsen still had the idea of ​​dissecting him, but facing Feng Yuhuai who had eaten his vital point into his flesh at this moment, Chang Qingsen just wanted to escape first.

But he couldn't just turn around and run away. He had to find someone to stand behind him, or even at the worst, he had to attract Feng Yuhuai's attention for a moment.

Chang Qingsen quietly stepped back and said calmly: "Feng Yuhuai, aren't you curious why I came to this unfinished building in the middle of the night?"

Without waiting for Feng Yuhuai to think, Chang Qingsen quickly gave the answer: "Because, someone invited me here. Yes, besides the two of us, there is a third person hiding in the dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Qingsen casually threw the phone forward. The phone with the screen lighting up drew an arc in the air, spinning and shining onto the surrounding messy scrap piles.

In the fleeting light, Chang Qingsen indeed caught a glimpse of a figure standing quietly in the darkness.