The three-ter-long deford giant arm tore through the night sky, the decaying flesh embedded with nurous rat heads that clattered like thousands of rusty scissors opening and closing in the darkness.
In the instant Feng Yuhuai’s pupils contracted, the foul wind had already thunderously smashed down.
"Ugh—"
She flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into a group of family mbers behind her.
She hit the ground heavily, and before she could get up, a swarm of headless rats surged over, climbing all over her body.
The rats’ necks split open, the broken neck bones suddenly blossod like petals, revealing spiral-arranged bone spurs, which then madly drilled into the girl’s fair skin.
In just a mont, her clothes were riddled with holes, and her white skin was left with deep, shocking gashes.
The surrounding "family" hurriedly scrambled to their feet.
Their originally uniform smiles vanished, replaced by ghastly expressions.
Their bodies moved with unnerving agility, twisting their joints at inhuman angles, several of them leaping toward Dong Ping like spiders, using both hands and feet.
Others rushed to pull Feng Yuhuai up, frantically trying to swat the rats off her.
Pongpongpong—
A series of muffled explosions rang out, the grabbed headless rats burst into black acidic pools one after another.
The acid was extrely corrosive, instantly disintegrating the limbs of several "family" mbers.
Yet they seed unaware, continuing to crush the rats on Feng Yuhuai with reckless abandon, heedless of their own arms being destroyed.
They ford a circle around Feng Yuhuai, protecting her in the center with smiles of concern like true family.
Even though these "family mbers" were actually puppets controlled by Feng Yuhuai’s red strings, her manipulation was extrely lifelike.
Especially in this sudden attack, the bonds between them seed imbued with the warmth of blood, making these originally mindless puppet "family mbers" appear as if they truly ca to life, caring for and protecting her from their souls.
As long as the actor imrses themselves in the role, who can say the play is fake?
Feng Yuhuai slowly got up from the ground, looking mournfully at her exploded family mbers.
The "family" slowly dispersed, allowing Feng Yuhuai to step forward.
Dong Ping gripped a "man’s" throat with one hand, lifting him off the ground.
At close range, their eyes t, and Dong Ping realized that the man before him had only one eye, lifeless and wrapped in a dull red string.
"A dummy?!!"
Dong Ping was montarily stunned, but his actions did not halt, his raised arm exerting a fierce force to slam the "man" to the ground.
With a teeth-clenching sound of bone breaking, the man’s neck snapped, and his head rolled off to the side.
Dong Ping flung the corpse aside, brushing off the viscous liquid on his hand, sothing akin to glue rather than blood.
Then, he stared intently at Feng Yuhuai.
In the darkness, Feng Yuhuai bent down, picking up the head from the ground.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s all right."
Feng Yuhuai’s voice was gentle as she cradled the head back to the caved-in corpse.
She lightly wrapped her forefinger around the neck of the corpse, and in a blink, reattached the head without a trace of scarring.
Reviving her family, Feng Yuhuai then brushed her own chest, smoothing the uneven skin.
Only then did she look at Dong Ping, eyes filled with the pain of shattered hopes.
"So, this is the ’night snack’ Dad had you deliver to ?"
Feng Yuhuai wiped her tears, her pupils turning into crimson rings, she asked word by word:
"He ultimately still refuses to love , doesn’t he?"
Dong Ping was dumbfounded, a series of question marks flashing through his mind: "???"
What does that an?
Aren’t you Feng Ju’s most proud daughter?
How could you say your dad doesn’t love you anymore?
If he didn’t love you, would he risk his life in the sewers to save you? (Even though it was my life he used!)
Co on, I just lay in the sewer a little longer, why does it feel like I’ve missed a whole world when listening to you?
Dong Ping stood frozen in place, feeling like his dead brain was attacking him again, a bit overwheld.
"Die then—I’ll eat this night snack!"
Feng Yuhuai showed a peerlessly beautiful smile, reaching out towards Dong Ping.
In an instant, countless crimson threads shot from her palm, weaving a deadly Luo Net in the darkness.
At the sa ti, the "family" around her accelerated collectively, leaping into the air as if suspended by wires, pouncing towards Dong Ping.
"Damn, there’s definitely sothing wrong here!"
Dong Ping’s rotten teeth creaked, he suddenly turned and ran towards the taxi.
Inside the car, the driver remained with eyes closed, resting.
When the car door slamd shut and the familiar corpse sll filled his nose, he spoke with his alluring voice:
"Quick, already stuffing her flesh into your body? I thought you’d savor it a bit more."
"Stuff your crap—"
Dong Ping slamd the door, shouting angrily:
"Drive now, or I’ll be the one eaten as a night snack!"
The taxi roared to life, its exhaust pipe spewing thick black smoke.
The driver opened his eyes and saw in the mirror dozens of distorted shapes crashing like missiles at their forr spot, cracking the asphalt road into a web.
With a screech of tearing tal, the entire trunk lid was ensnared by crimson threads, so already climbing onto the rear axle.
The driver sharply turned the wheel, the tires sparking on the road.
The flipped trunk lid was yanked up, skidding and spinning on the ground.
At the alley entrance, Feng Yuhuai stood quietly, surrounded by her family.
She didn’t pursue further, instead taking out her phone, glancing at a text, and flipping through her photo album.
"Brother, you were wrong, Dad is alive but he no longer loves !"
Crack—
The phone shattered to dust in her hand, glass shards piercing her pale skin with no blood, tossing the remnants into a sewer.
A sound, ambiguous between a sob and a laugh, gurgled from her throat.
"From today onwards, I, Feng Yuhuai, bid farewell to the past forever!"
"Ha ha ha...."
Feng Yuhuai both crying and laughing, her emotions like a turbulent tide.
A bizarre sound spilled from her throat’s depths, her scarlet pupils spinning madly, the skin on her forehead tore with a "rip", revealing a third vertical eye fissure.
"It’s a pity, there’s no more family banquet....."
She touched the edge of the vertical eye, turned to her created family, and said sweetly and gently,
"Let’s go, I’ll take you out of Zone 9, to create a true... our very own family!!!"
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