"Despair, repent, fear, and then die with a wail... What a nice line, hmm, it's mine now." A teasing whisper muttered behind the pile of debris.

Cold lenses gazed quietly through the darkness at the fierce entanglement between the man and woman on the open rooftop.

"Die die die die, die for me!" Feng Yuhuai twisted her waist, hair wildly flung, her arms whipped with a sound like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Hahahaha, keep an eye on your appearance, being blind is no excuse to look so ugly." Cang Qingsen dodged left and right, the dagger in his hand wildly slashing, his laughter sickly, attempting to further enrage Feng Yuhuai.

His left foot twisted, dodging the incoming "Snake Hand" as he turned, then his calf shook violently, stamping forcefully as his waist bent like a spring, maneuvering bizarrely to Feng Yuhuai's diagonal rear.

The dagger in his hand spun, accompanied by a sharp diagonal flick, a high-level technique of combat short knives — the Poison Dragon Drill.

Feng Yuhuai's remaining eye glanced back with venomous malice, hastily summoning the Snake Transformation Force, her body sliding sideways bonelessly half a step.

Meanwhile, the instep of her foot tightened like a stretched bowstring, suddenly straightening, strength erupting from her legs, transforming into a fierce power that kicked backward with ferocity.

The air exploded with a dull sound under this strike.

Cang Qingsen's scalp tingled, his shoulder sank, his body advanced instead of retreating to endure the damage head-on, while his wrist changed course, and the dagger stabbed directly at Feng Yuhuai's... shirt pocket.

Cang Qingsen's shoulder trembled, his whole body flew backward, crashing into the heap of debris behind, stones scattering, dust flying.

In mid-air, Cang Qingsen felt his intestines trembling within his waist and abdomen, almost falling out of his clothes.

He pressed his palm fiercely to the ground, rolling continuously to neutralize the force, quickly and awkwardly scrambling to his feet.

His hand yanked forcefully, tearing off the blood-soaked tattered cloth from his shoulder, revealing a shoulder bone that was a bloody, fleshy mess.

The excruciating pain of cutting flesh and gouging bone made his temples throb intensely, seemingly ready to burst with every pulse.

"Left shoulder half-wasted."

Cang Qingsen's gaze was grave; the moment they clashed, he could feel the gap in strength and speed between him and Feng Yuhuai, though fortunately, she had just gone blind in one eye.

One eye meant her blind spot increased, her distance judgment was inaccurate, and most importantly, she carried an obvious deadly weakness on her body.

Cang Qingsen taunted with a sinister tone, "One eye, a very asymmetrical field of vision, huh."

Blood mist exploded from Feng Yuhuai's chest, a shocking knife wound slowly emerging, the fatty flesh trembling.

Her shirt pocket had been slashed open, a cloth doll half-hanging from the edge.

Feng Yuhuai gripped the cloth doll tightly; its chest had been brutally cut open, exposing crimson cotton threads as if they were blood and flesh spilling from a wound.

"Despicable!" Feng Yuhuai gritted her teeth, ready to crush anything between them. If her gaze could devour people, Cang Qingsen would have been consumed down to the bone fragments by now.

Cang Qingsen grinned, showing his teeth, "Thanks for the compliment."

Breathing deeply twice, Feng Yuhuai suddenly suppressed the violent rise and fall of her chest, coldly speaking, "Your strength isn't bottom-tier, you're hiding your strength."

Cang Qingsen was indifferent to this, responding lightly, "How can my insignificant reservation compare to the secrets hidden on you?"

Cang Qingsen's eyes were complex, filled with deep fear and barely restrained greed. He spoke passionately yet twisted like confessing to a lover,

"I truly crave the moment I can cut open your delicate body and reach inside with my hands, to caress and feel whether it's warm blood and flesh or cold cotton thread."

Feng Yuhuai, angry enough to laugh, "I won't make another mistake, you'll never anger me again."

Feng Yuhuai noticed that Cang Qingsen wasn't the bottom student from the [reference] materials; despite his inferior strength and speed, his adaptability was incredibly cunning, and despicably locked onto her deadly weakness.

Calming down, Feng Yuhuai tugged at a thread from the cloth doll, pinching it into the flesh with her nails.

Cang Qingsen's pupils dilated, seeing that thread roll and surge, seemingly alive, wriggling into the flesh, then stitching and tightening in circles.

"Praise the Puppet Mother!"

Feng Yuhuai rasped, the cloth doll in her hand unraveling and integrating into her flesh and skin.

With each breath, the fleshy lump on Feng Yuhuai's chest slowly smoothed out, finally leaving only a faint red line on her skin that appeared and vanished.

Feng Yuhuai's facial muscles trembled, enduring the searing pain of flesh being sewn together.

The bloodstains on her face faded away, revealing a spotless appearance once more, except for the ghastly white in her right eye socket.

Her other eyeball spun 360 degrees, glaring venomously at Cang Qingsen, letting out an eerie sound from her mouth.

Even though only she was speaking, two entirely different voices seemed to emanate from her mouth, one belonging to herself, filled with malice and shadow; the other was an unfamiliar girl's voice, pure yet creepy.

The two voices blended in the air, seemingly lowering the surrounding temperature, a chill pressing fiercely: "Thanks to you, you have no idea what conditions I agreed with the Puppet Mother."

Tears and blood intertwined in Feng Yuhuai's eyes, like a shattered bead curtain. Her once harmonious face seemed torn by an invisible force, half immersed in sorrowful tears, the other half twisted into a perverse smile: "So, it's your turn next."

Like being possessed by some filthy entity, Feng Yuhuai's aura suddenly intensified, her black hair flowing independently of the wind, its terrifying pressure tangible as it enveloped Cang Qingsen.

Chilled to the bone, Cang Qingsen felt a frigid sensation rise along his spine, his inner alarm ringing like a maddening drumbeat: "This is Feng Yuhuai's true face; this form is the real [Mask]?!!"

Facing the previous Feng Yuhuai, Cang Qingsen still harbored the thought of dissecting her, but confronting this moment, the Feng Yuhuai who swallowed her own vulnerability into her flesh, Cang Qingsen only wanted to escape.

Yet he couldn't just turn and flee; he needed someone to cover his retreat, at least momentarily draw Feng Yuhuai's attention away.

Retreating quietly while maintaining composure, Cang Qingsen spoke, "Feng Yuhuai, aren't you curious why I'm here in this derelict building in the dead of night?"

Without waiting for Feng Yuhuai to ponder, Cang Qingsen quickly provided the answer, "Because someone invited me here. Yes, besides us, there's a third person hiding in the shadows."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Cang Qingsen tossed his phone forward, its screen lighting up as it spun in an arc through the air, illuminating the disordered piles of debris around them.

In that fleeting flash of light, Cang Qingsen indeed glimpsed a figure standing quietly in the darkness.

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