Like discovering a treasure, Cang Qingsen's eyes were full of delight.

He carefully touched the needle tip with his tongue, savoring the lingering taste.

Almost immediately, he concluded: "Indeed, the faint metallic tang mixed with a hint of rustiness, this is the taste of blood."

Cang Qingsen looked at the cloth doll, his hand steady and ruthless, the needle pierced into the doll's abdomen like a sharp sword, piercing through to the other side.

The silver needle was instantly stained red with fresh blood upon penetration, the bright crimson color appearing particularly striking under the light, yet inexplicably possessing a breathtaking beauty.

Cang Qingsen engulfed the needle tip completely with his tongue, greedily absorbing the taste of the blood, as if tasting some forbidden nectar.

His eyes became even more luminous, almost glowing: "This rich scent of blood is not from an animal, it's the true taste of human blood."

Watching the bleeding cloth doll in his hand, memories of Feng Yuhuai's flawless face kept surfacing in his mind, every detail deeply etched into his memory.

He bore a pensive expression and then carefully cradled the cloth doll in his palm, as if nurturing a fragile and precious treasure.

His other hand clenched the needle tightly, moving slowly yet firmly, the needle tip aimed at the doll's sole remaining eye.

An absurd notion surged in Cang Qingsen's mind: If piercing the cloth doll could release human blood, would piercing its eye truly cause a human eyeball to fall out?

Though unscientific, the idea bore an irresistible allure.

Cang Qingsen's heart raced, excitement apparent.

Subsequently, his needle pierced through the yarn-constructed eye of the cloth doll.

However, contrary to his desire, the sensation transmitted by the needle tip felt nothing like penetrating flesh but rather like piercing a tuft of soft cotton.

Although fresh blood gushed out, no human eyeball dropped from within.

"Huh, did the cloth doll just make a sound?"

Disappointed, it seemed to Cang Qingsen he had misheard, as if he heard a stifled yet sharp human scream.

The sound seemed to emanate from the doll's body, yet also like it seeped through the window from the outside.

The sound carried an inexplicable familiarity, like... Feng Yuhuai's voice?!!

Cang Qingsen's eyes sharpened abruptly, he roughly tore open the curtains, eyes wide as he glaringly gazed outside.

In the night's darkness, the dim thickets swayed in the breeze, yet no shadow was in sight.

However, he did not notice that, in the small gap between the windowsill and the ground, a body was desperately covering its mouth, the tension from pain causing its dainty figure to convulse and tremble.

"Interesting, did Feng Yuhuai fall under some spell?"

From the opposite building's window, eyes beneath lenses were obscure and deep, the mouth slightly curled into an enigmatic curve, observing and peering into everything.

In his vision, Feng Yuhuai's face suddenly split open with a ghastly blood line, like the merciless scar of destiny.

Subsequently, her body lost balance, crashing heavily to the ground, blood slowly seeping from beneath her navel and the back of her clothes.

Then, Feng Yuhuai let out a short, sharp scream, frantically covering her mouth, her body violently convulsing as she crawled slowly toward the corner beneath the wall.

At this moment, while trembling, Feng Yuhuai strived to cover her right eye, hot blood poured unceasingly from her fingertips, the heavy makeup on her face smeared by blood, rendering her demonic and horrifying.

[Zheng Hang] turned his gaze away, focusing on Cang Qingsen, more precisely the cloth doll in Cang Qingsen's palm, pierced by the thin needle, bleeding strangely all over.

"Could Feng Yuhuai's life be bound to the cloth doll in Cang Qingsen's hand?!!"

[Zheng Hang]'s pupils slightly contracted, though he couldn't comprehend, how Cang Qingsen executed such a bizarre maneuver, obtaining a doll so intertwined with Feng Yuhuai's life.

No matter how [Zheng Hang] racked his brains, he absolutely couldn't guess this process, but the results spoke for themselves.

Could it be, Feng Yuhuai would unintentionally be killed by Cang Qingsen like this?

[Zheng Hang] observed for a while, roughly understanding what Feng Yuhuai was apprehensive about: "Feng Yuhuai plans to act in the deep of the night, yet I'm afraid you won't last until then, alas..."

[Zheng Hang] furrowed his brows, thoughts swirling, as he picked up his phone and quickly sent a multimedia message to Cang Qingsen.

Cang Qingsen glanced down at his phone, opened the multimedia message, and his pupils contracted suddenly. The message prominently displayed a photo of him dyeing a cat this morning.

— Want this video and photos? Then come to this place xxxxx now, if not, I will upload the video to the internal network of Eighth Academy within an hour.

Cang Qingsen's face instantly turned livid, he immediately called back but found the other party's phone was off.

He took a few deep breaths, and without much hesitation, quickly dressed, concealing a knife in his sleeve, and as he was about to leave, he instinctively put the red cloth doll into his pocket.

"Mom, I'm going out, I'll be back soon."

Before the words were finished, Cang Qingsen had already pushed the door open.

Long after, Feng Yuhuai, curled up beneath the wall, gradually stilled her trembling body, struggling to stand, revealing the cruelly gouged, pale eye.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have waited until the deep of the night."

"I shouldn't have feared exposure, I should've burst in at the first moment and devoured Cang Qingsen, my hesitation cost me my eye."

"How I hate it!

Remorse and regret gnawed at Feng Yuhuai's soul like venomous snakes.

A tragic, slightly neurotic smile appeared on her face, then she messily wiped the bloodstains off her face and wore a mask, feeling the cloth doll's movement, quickly following.

"This time, no, from now on until the end of my life, I will never hesitate again, I will never make such a foolish mistake again," Feng Yuhuai silently vowed in her heart.

From the opposite building, [Zheng Hang] indifferently withdrew his gaze and vanished from the scene.

As Feng Mu, as the referee of the game, he did not personally intervene; he merely sent a message to shift the players to a place more suitable for their display.

This wasn't considered unfair, at most one could say, he didn't wish to see Feng Yuhuai head toward death in confusion, ending the game hastily before it reached its climax.

After all, that would strip the game of its inherent thrill and suspense.

"Moreover, I am now [Zheng Hang], it's perfectly reasonable to give the woman I love a tiny bit of covert help, even if it means Cang Qingsen cannot fault me for anything."

A poignant murmur echoed in the night…

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