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Mi Yang really wants to give herself a big slap in the face from five minutes ago. What kind of legendary good man? Would a good man do such a thing? She simply couldn't believe her own eyes, unable to match the distorted, gnashing devil in front of her with the image of the obedient boy from just now.
At this moment, Qi Rui took off the shy and modest "mask," revealing the insane true face—using a pillow to tightly cover the "sleeping" Mi Yang on the bed, exerting force, force, and more force, as if he needed to exhaust all the strength he had accumulated over the past twenty years.
Thirty minutes had passed before Qi Rui finally released his grip and slumped down on the edge of the bed, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, his eyes trembling. He was afraid, yet unusually excited, a glimmer of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth like a predator catching its prey.
His trembling hands slowly removed the pillow covering the person's face. When Mi Yang's face, pale and devoid of any color, appeared before him, Qi Rui's breath caught. She was so beautiful! Beautiful like the description of Aphrodite in the books! He reached out to touch Mi Yang's nose, no breath. Moving down, his palm pressed against her left chest, no heartbeat.
Dead! Dead! Fantastic! This is the first girl he ever wanted.
Qi Rui suddenly got excited. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling on both sides of Mi Yang, his hands trembling uncontrollably, like a devout believer, as he traced Mi Yang's face, neck, shoulders, chest, and waistline in the air. He moved back a bit, then continued to trace the thighs, calves, and feet. Then he repeated it twice.
Qi Rui (Yin Gui Yin Xie): "Hehehe~ hehehe~ sister~ sister~"
Desire, the more it is restrained, the more ferocious it becomes. Even if only a tiny little crack is broken, it will surge out like a monstrous wave, swallowing up the remaining reason completely. Can't bear it anymore, can't hold it in anymore, a cold body is the most sensual plaything in the world.
Qi Rui made a dive onto the bed towards Mi Yang, savoring the long-awaited midnight dessert. He had thought that he would have to wait many more years for this opportunity, which was why he had studied so hard, single-mindedly aiming to become a forensic doctor. Never did he expect that fate would be on his side.
The first time is always extremely exciting. Not even three minutes had passed before Qi Rui felt like he was about to surrender. Sprint! Sprint! He was almost there! Suddenly, just as he was about to accelerate to complete the final stretch, Qi Rui froze! A hand climbed up his chest from body, and the never-before-felt icy coldness spread through his entire body. He was so scared that his breathing became erratic, and his teeth chattered, as if he had heard the sound of a cold sweat drop from his right cheek. He stared straight at the painting on the wall, not daring to look down, but the hand under body began to touch him slowly and steadily, as if savoring his thick pectoral muscles.
Does curiosity kill the cat? Yes.
Qi Rui glanced down and met the smiling gaze of Mi Yang. The next moment, Mi Yang's hand was embedded in his chest. It delved in, grasped, twisted, and pulled out in one fluid motion. In the final moment before losing consciousness, Qi Rui saw his heart, which had been beating for twenty years, so vibrant and full of life, so vividly red.
He died in the embrace of playthings, the forcibly blocked magazine spilling its contents uncontrollably due to the loss of vitality.
Mi Yang encircled Qi Rui with one hand, while the other hand cradled the heart, savoring it without blinking, because a corpse doesn't blink. This tenth heart seems to be more fragile than the hearts of the previous nine men, and the plasma inside is also fresher.
After swallowing the last bite, Mi Yang's body was lifted by an invisible force, and Qi Rui tumbled to the ground, discarded like trash. A golden halo enveloped her, with chunks of light screens appearing on it, each recording scenes from her past life. From birth to school, from learning to walk to participating in long-distance running races, from making her first friend to experiencing her first love... She immersed herself in the short film of her life of just over twenty years, completely unaware that she, who couldn't cry, was shedding tears, and the temperature of her body was gradually rising.
The rotating scenes quickly reached the night of her accident.
Mi Yang Watching oneself clock out of work, walking alone on the empty streets, entering a strange park, seeing a dark body approaching stealthily, witnessing oneself being innocently humiliated, and watching one's vitality slip away bit by bit. The killer in the light screen is venting without restraint, clearly committing a crime, yet conveying a sense of revenge.
Mi Yang is dead. Mi Yang, tears have dried up.
The murderer then leisurely straightened his clothes and walked away into the distance, his casual and unhurried demeanor making it seem as if he had not committed any sins. As he passed a streetlight, for some unknown reason, he turned back and glanced, and it was this glance that sent Mi Yang into an uncontrollable rage.
Mi Yang (frantically): "It's him! It's actually him!!!"
Lao Gui: "It's me."
The window in the bedroom was opened at some point, and the gauze was blown open by the wind. It was only held in place by a corner, preventing it from being blown apart. It was the hundred-year-old Lao Gui who had originally guided Mi Yang in the resurrection plan.
Mi Yang: "It's you! You're the one who humiliated me! You're the one who killed me! Go to hell!"
Lao Gui: "Too late."
Lao Gui raised his hand and made a gentle downward gesture, breaking the golden halo surrounding Mi Yang in an instant. The revolving light screen shattered and disappeared into the air. With a single clawed hand, Lao Gui automatically drew Mi Yang towards him, and at the exact position of his heart, Mi Yang collided straight into the sharp ghost claw, with not a millimeter more or less. At the moment when blood splattered and the sensation of pain spread throughout his entire body, Mi Yang finally realized that he had been resurrected. But as Lao Gui had said, it was too late.
Mi Yang: "Wh... why... why..."
Some questions will never have answers. Lao Gui The corners of the mouth opened wider and wider, the blood basin kept cracking to the roots of the ears, and swallowed Mi Yang's heart in one bite, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, the two-foot-long tongue still lingering, scraping its own face.
This is the fiftieth heart. More than halfway there. With forty-nine more hearts like this, he will be able to resurrect.
The human heart is unpredictable, the ghost's heart... oh, ghosts don't have hearts. In order to grow a heart, a ghost will eat human hearts. And when a ghost eats many human hearts, it will be resurrected as a human.
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