Chapter 153 Your Life Belongs to Me

The clothes were stained with blood, showing a glaring scarlet.

A huge hole was cruelly cut open in Feng Yuhuai's chest, and the silk threads broke apart, revealing a nervously beating heart inside.

The heart seemed to be engraved with a strange tattoo on the surface, and it looked like a dull and dying rag doll lying on it.

The rag doll sucked the blood from the heart weakly, and Feng Yuhuai's face aged a little bit. Her skin lost its luster, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened, as if the years had accelerated her life course in an instant.

She could feel that the injured [Puppet Mother Clone] was sucking her vitality inexhaustibly, like a parasite, greedily absorbing the essence of the host, which made her feel extremely scared.

The silk threads on her chest, those fibers that were once tightly woven, were now broken and wriggling weakly, trying to reconnect.

They were like broken earthworms, struggling in the soil to find the other half of their bodies, but they couldn't stick back for a while.

"Hungry, Puppet Mother is hungry!"

A faint little girl's voice came out from Feng Yuhuai's lips, and her voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground.

She didn't even have the energy to pay attention to [Zheng Hang]. Driven by the instinct of survival, she turned around and buried her whole head deeply in Chang Qingsen's still warm body, as if there was the warmth and comfort she longed for.

[Puppet Mother] has always been picky about eating only fresh life, but the ruthless reality proves that when hunger reaches the extreme, even cold leftovers will emit an attractive aroma.

A creepy sucking sound echoed in the air.

Chang Qingsen's body was gradually shriveling, as if the essence of life had been sucked out, but Feng Yuhuai's chest quietly became full, and the power of life surged again in her body.

On her cheeks, the dry skin due to dehydration was moistened by blood again. However, although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes gradually faded, they did not completely disappear after all, leaving a faint mark, which was the mark of the body's loss of a part of life forever.

"What an ugly way to eat."

[Zheng Hang] gently pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, then half-knelt down gracefully, and in a gentlemanly manner, slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yuhuai.

His voice was full of human warmth, and he whispered softly: "Look, your face is all red from eating, wipe your mouth."

Feng Yuhuai's neck turned stiffly, and the only remaining eye showed the drowsiness after a full meal.

Obviously, when she gave up her body and was semi-fused with the rag doll, her brain seemed to be stuffed with half a piece of cotton, which seemed not enough.

Feng Yuhuai came back to her senses in fear, and her fear instinct drove her to react instantly. Her arm drew an arc in the air, ready to attack.

However, before she finished her action, she suddenly felt a piercing chill at her brow, and a hard finger bone had gently pressed against it.

[Zheng Hang] smiled grimly, and made a bang sound with his mouth, and comforted: "Yuhuai, have you forgotten what I just taught you? You must be grateful and obedient from the bottom of your heart to the strong who can dominate your own destiny."

Feng Yuhuai felt the chill from her brow, and her brain, which was overheated by the killing intent, quickly cooled down.

She carefully took the tissue handed to her by [Zheng Hang] and gently wiped off the blood on her face.

She took a deep breath, and her voice was extremely suppressed: "I don't know you at all, why do you keep calling my name, who are you?"

[Zheng Hang] pursed his lips slightly, and every word he uttered next shocked Feng Yuhuai's soul.

He said, "I said I would come to see you at night, why did you forget?"

Feng Yuhuai thought of something in his mind, and was shocked and said, "That text message was from you?!"

[Zheng Hang] smiled and said, "How can you say you don't know me? Aren't you imitating me in every move? Isn't this due to your deep obsession with me, and your inability to extricate yourself?"

Feng Yuhuai's scalp seemed to be hit by a cold electric current, as if it was about to split. She opened her mouth into a nest shape and trembled, "You, you, you are [Mask]?"

[Zheng Hang] did not answer, but his face changed horribly in an instant.

His face seemed to be torn by invisible fingers, and a layer of pale bones was turned out from under the skin. Those bones fit tightly on his face, like a weird mask, revealing a terrifying aura that made Feng Yuhuai tremble with fear.

Through the eerie bone mask, the voice in Feng Yuhuai's ear suddenly became cold and piercing, as if it had lost all the human tenderness and warmth, leaving only a cold echo:

"Every time you imitate, you are silently confessing to me, Yuhuai. Do you have an unspeakable love for me?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart sank, she seemed to understand something, but she didn't quite understand.

So, this is why you suddenly appeared, said gentle words to me, and almost beat me to death, what a distorted view of love.

"[Mask] is a complete lunatic, and he seems to have misunderstood, so is he confessing to me now, or forcing me to confess to him?"

Feng Yuhuai's mind was extremely confused, and her shallow love experience was not enough to support her to resolve this sudden but suffocating confession offensive.

"Or should I not explain it, and just keep this beautiful misunderstanding, which is the safest?"

Feng Yuhuai looked up at the face without facial features of [Mask], and forced a fake smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now. Yes, you guessed right, I just like you!"

[Mask] let out a strange and deep laugh, which was like the cry of a night owl, and it was particularly creepy in the quiet top floor.

His fingertips gently slid across Feng Yuhuai's eyebrows, with a gentleness that made Feng Yuhuai uneasy, and then he slowly reached out and took out the mobile phone in Feng Yuhuai's pocket.

His movements were slow and elegant, but with an elusive madness.

Feng Yuhuai stared at [Mask]'s actions vigilantly, forcing a stiff smile on his face, and dared not move.

She couldn't figure out what [Mask] was thinking, but she was basically sure that [Mask] was a lunatic with a very different mindset from ordinary people, and an extremely dangerous lunatic. What was most annoying was that this lunatic... was chosen by her imitating him.

"So, the best thing for me to do now is to act like I love him, not to anger him, just like he said, to completely obey his twisted love." Feng Yuhuai said.

Then, Feng Yuhuai saw [Mask] turn on her mobile phone camera, point the lens at the two of them, and say faintly: "This is a moment worth remembering, smile!"

Feng Yuhuai obediently leaned her head slightly towards [Mask], and forced a loving smile on her face.

Feng Yuhuai's tea art was online, and he thought: "Since it's done and I can't refuse, I might as well enjoy it. Maybe I can turn misfortune into fortune and use [Mask] to help me deal with that person?!!"

[Mask] glanced at Feng Yuhuai with a little surprise, and complained in his heart: "My stupid Yimoto, who really gave you the courage, hehe——, I hope you can think so when you find that you can't climb out of the pit in the future!"

With a light click, the flash light lit up instantly, and a photo of [Mask] and Feng Yuhuai taking a close-up photo with their faces close together.jpg was perfectly frozen.

[Mask]'s fingers slid lightly across the phone screen. He simply edited the photo, and then converted it into a multimedia message and sent it to [Zheng Hang]'s mobile phone number.

Then, he stood up and returned the phone to Feng Yuhuai, waved and said goodbye: "Your life will belong to me from now on. If anyone asks, remember my name, my name is [Zheng Hang]!"

Feng Yuhuai was stunned for a moment. She looked at the back of [Mask] who turned away gracefully, hesitated and shouted: "Wait a minute, if someone sends text messages to harass and bully me, can you help me find him and kill him?"

[Mask] stopped, turned his head and stared at her coldly. His voice was low and full of metallic magnetism, and he said meaningfully: "On the darkest day of your future life, I will definitely show up!"

The touching love promise echoed in the air, but the white [Mask] was no longer there, and only the deep and boundless night sky drowned the quiet floor...