The next second, Liu Yuru, who was originally charming and alluring, began to distort and recombine her facial features as if they were lting into a wax figure.
In just a few seconds.
A man who looked exactly like Taro Aso appeared in the sa spot.
The lights were still on in the room.
The atmosphere suddenly beca incredibly strange.
Two Taro Aso appeared in one room.
One was standing, and the other was lying down.
The one standing there was naturally Caesar, whom Zhou Huai was controlling in disguise.
A mont later, Taro Aso slowly woke up on the carpet.
He subconsciously touched his swollen cheeks and rubbed his head, which ached as if it were about to split open, his eyes filled with confusion.
what happened?
When his gaze focused and he saw "himself" sitting upright on the sofa not far away, coldly watching him, all the expressions on his face froze.
My mind went completely blank.
"Who...who are you?"
"What exactly do you want?!"
After a brief mont of shock, the instinct for survival overwheld everything.
Taro Aso scrambled to his feet and crawled toward the door, his mouth agape as he tried to scream for help.
However, no sound was heard.
His body seed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, coming to an abrupt halt less than half a ter from the doorknob.
His gaze imdiately beca dull and empty.
He turned around stiffly, inch by inch, silently.
Then, under the indifferent gaze of "another self," her knees buckled, and she knelt heavily before the other person.
Taro Aso's professional level was not high to begin with, and he was a pure support type.
It would be far too easy to control him with alien parasites.
When Taro Aso regained consciousness, he was horrified to find that his body was completely out of his control.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.
Large beads of sweat imdiately appeared on his face.
Clearly, the attacker in front of them was incredibly strong.
Do you know who I am?
Taro Aso tried to make his voice sound calm.
"I am a subordinate of Hiroharu Kujo. If you dare to touch , you will not have a good end!"
"I know many of you are indignant on behalf of ordinary people, but tying up won't help!"
"Even if I die, it won't change anything."
Taro Aso began to patiently guide him.
"How about this? If you're willing to let go, I promise I'll forgive and forget!"
"They won't send anyone to cause you trouble."
"I can even give you more wealth and resources! You can have whatever you want!"
Zhou Huai looked at Aso Taro, who was kneeling on the ground, looking fierce but actually weak, and almost laughed.
The other party had clearly misunderstood his identity.
They saw themselves as "righteous n" who sought justice for ordinary people in Japan.
To ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) be honest, what does it matter to him whether the people of Japan live or die?
Zhou Huai's compassion wasn't that excessive.
"Next, I'll ask questions, and you'll answer."
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, finally spoke, interrupting the other party's incessant chatter.
"Is Kujo Hiroharu planning to use Tokyo as the location to revive Kujo Naruya?"
Upon hearing this question, Taro Aso fell silent.
This question clearly took him by surprise.
After a mont, he shook his head.
"This matter concerns the core secrets of the Kujo family."
Do you think he would tell , an outsider?
There is so truth to that.
Given Kujo Hiroharu's suspicious and cautious nature, reviving that legendary ancestor was an extrely important matter.
Although Taro Aso was his confidant, Hiroji Kujo would never reveal a single word on such a crucial issue.
Zhou Huai thought for a mont, then continued to ask, "Has Kujo Hiroharu given any special instructions recently?"
"Or rather, have I assigned you a special task?"
Taro Aso's expression changed almost imperceptibly.
But he quickly shook his head and vehently denied it.
"No special mission."
"Lord Hiroji only asked to manage the security of Takamagahara and disperse the ordinary residents who were trying to cause trouble."
"Nothing else has been arranged."
Zhou Huai narrowed his eyes.
"Really nothing has been arranged?"
Zhou Huai could tell the truth with absolute certainty from that brief change in his eyes.
Kujo Hiroji must have given him so instructions recently.
"If you keep being stubborn, don't bla ."
Zhou Huai sneered inwardly, and with a thought, he made a move.
Buzz—
The air in the room seed to vibrate.
The next second, countless tiny black dots appeared out of nowhere from under Caesar's sleeves, in the shadows, and in every corner of the room.
Those were hundreds of soldier beetles.
They flapped their almost transparent wings, emitting a dense buzzing sound that sent chills down your spine, and like moving dark clouds, they slowly flew toward Taro Aso, who was kneeling on the ground.
"I advise you to think carefully before you speak."
"Otherwise, I'll let you experience what it's like to have your body gnawed by countless insects."
Taro Aso's eyes twitched wildly, and veins bulged on his forehead.
He looked at Caesar, trying to appear calm.
"I...I'm telling the truth!"
"Absolutely true!"
Zhou Huai, controlling Caesar, slowly shook his head.
"Even now, you still refuse to tell the truth?"
"You are truly loyal."
The mont he finished speaking, Zhou Huai's eyes turned cold.
Buzz—
Inside the room, a chilling, dense buzzing sound suddenly erupted.
The next second, hundreds of beetles instantly engulfed Taro Aso, who was kneeling on the ground.
"ah--!"
Taro Aso's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and a shrill scream was about to erupt from his throat.
However, countless beetles had already blocked his mouth and crawled into his nasal cavity and ears.
He couldn't pronounce a single syllable.
He could only feel countless tiny, barbed segnts crawling and gnawing frantically across his skin.
That dense, all-pervasive tactile sensation is enough to completely break even the most determined person.
Zhou Huai did not imdiately let the beetles kill him.
He simply commanded these little creatures to slowly, bit by bit, gnaw at Taro Aso's flesh.
Yet it cleverly avoided all the key points.
Extre pain, yet unable to die.
This is the cruelest form of torture.
Completely covered by beetles, Taro Aso rolled and convulsed wildly on the ground, like a fish thrown ashore.
His body twisted violently from the excruciating pain, his limbs flailing helplessly in the air as he tried to pry the insects off his body, but to no avail.
Zhou Huai just watched quietly.
Ti passed by, second by second.
In the room, only the rustling sound of insects gnawing at flesh and the dull thud of Taro Aso's body rubbing against the carpet could be heard.
Zhou Huai then slowly spoke:
"If you want to live, you can reach out your hand. Then, tell everything you know."
"otherwise......"
Zhou Huai didn't finish his sentence.
He quietly observed Taro Aso's choice.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Taro Aso's rolling movents beca smaller and smaller, and the frequency of his convulsions also decreased.
Until five minutes later.
He fell completely still, lying quietly on the carpet like a mangled, tattered corpse.
Zhou Huai's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Dead?
A sense of emotion welled up in my heart.
Unexpectedly, Taro Aso was surprisingly loyal.
He would rather be bitten to death than betray Kujo Hiroharu.
What a good dog.
Unfortunately, it followed the wrong master.
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