Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 705: Chapter 634: How Can There Be Someone So Evil in This World...

Hee hee hee—

Hee hee hee?

The laughter was as sweet as spider silk mixed with honey, wrapping around Feng Ju’s heart with a sticky embrace.

Every "hee hee hee" made his heart twitch... convulse.

Stop hee hee hee-ing, your hee hee hee is making me anxious!

Feng Ju roared internally, regretting having lifted the Black Mask from the monster’s face.

He watched as the "cloth doll" drooled from the corners of its mouth, his own mouth and throat dry and tight.

Seriously, with such a big monster, how is it still drooling?

Feng Ju felt inexplicable panic in his heart, every hair on his body standing on end, every cell screaming to flee.

But he dared not show it on his face; instead, he did his best to maintain a kindly smile.

The "cloth doll" seemed completely unaware of Feng Ju’s fear, basking in the anticipation of a midnight feast, like a girl eagerly waiting for her father to take her to a buffet, smiling naively and sweetly:

"No matter what midnight snack I want, you’ll take me to eat it, right?"

Facing the hopeful expression of the "cloth doll," Feng Ju’s heart subtly quivered, realizing something was amiss, but the words he’d spoken couldn’t be taken back now.

He could only brace himself, nodding heavily, speaking in a deep voice:

"Don’t worry, I’ll take you to have a midnight snack right now. I happen to have a special recipe, I’ll cook it myself, you’ll definitely like it."

Feng Ju had never cooked a meal in his life, and the stove was more unfamiliar to him than an altar.

Fortunately, the midnight snack he planned did not require traditional culinary skills, and what the other party craved was not a traditional snack either.

Upon hearing this, the "cloth doll’s" eyes grew redder and brighter, and she smiled with sweet dimples:

"You’re the best, but I can’t wait any longer, not even for a second."

She leaned forward slightly, both coquettish and poised like before a predatory strike, saying softly:

"But tonight, reuniting with you makes me too... too happy... I really can’t wait any longer."

The joy in the "cloth doll’s" voice was trembling, and as her voice trembled, Feng Ju’s heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all shaking madly along.

An icy chill from deep within his soul swept over his entire body!

He found it difficult to continue the act.

His face twitched stiffly, his voice becoming hoarse and grating from extreme fright:

"Yuhuai, you... do you want to..."

The sweetness on the "cloth doll’s" face did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it blossomed even "brighter."

She tilted her head slightly, cooing sweetly:

"I don’t want to eat the midnight snack you made, because you are the best midnight snack for me, you promised me, didn’t you, that whatever I want to eat, you’ll let me have it?

You’re not lying to me, are you?"

Instantly, Feng Ju’s facade of kindness crumbled like cracked wall paint peeling away.

His facial muscles twitched violently, twisting into an expression filled with outrageous anger, fear, and absurdity.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and through the gap in his missing tooth came an angry roar:

"You want to devour me? Killing me once wasn’t enough, you want to do it again, you monster, aaahh—"

The roar lasted only half a second before turning into a shrill scream.

Excruciating pain!

Cold, stabbing pain, as if countless needles and threads penetrated him, erupted instantly from his neck.

Immediately followed by an intense, hair-raising "rustling" sound from within his neck.

Feng Ju’s eyes bulged like dead fish.

He stiffly rolled his eyes to peer at his neck.

He saw the "cloth doll" gently caressing his neck, plucking countless red threads like she was playing a string instrument.

"Squelch... squelch squelch..."

The dense sound of threading resonated directly within his skull.

The red threads, ignoring the barrier of his skin, eagerly pierced through, gliding between the fat and muscle fibers, coiling around the pulsating carotid artery, clinging to the fragile hyoid bone.

Then they greedily and swiftly spread upward, creeping and climbing.

Before his eyes, twisted red marks appeared beneath the skin of his left cheek, like countless blood worms writhing madly beneath the surface.

The skin on his face was pushed up into an eerie bulge, forming a living, pulsing, crimson spider web.

Feng Ju opened his mouth, with filaments of red threads crawling out of his throat, wriggling chaotically in his mouth like seaweed.

"Uh... uh uh..."

Feng Ju opened his mouth in horror, wanting to roar, wanting to curse.

Several strands of scarlet threads emerged from deep in his throat, from the lining of his trachea, from the gaps in his vocal cords...

They danced freely in his open mouth, like seaweed swaying in a current.

Feng Ju was terrified out of his wits and instinctively closed his mouth tightly, his teeth clamped down frantically, chewing.

But no matter how hard he bit, his teeth clamped onto them felt like biting into the toughest steel wire, unable to sever them at all, the shock even causing pain in his jaw.

He could only watch as a few strands of red threads emerged from the gap of his missing front tooth, mischievously waving before his eyes, even growing backward to brush against the tip of his pen, leaving a slick, moist sensation.

The entire scene was both horrifying and comical, with an indescribable grotesque beauty.

The "cloth doll" seemed to be in an extremely good mood, smacking her lips and wearing an incredibly intoxicated expression, gratefully saying:

"Thank you, this is the best midnight snack I’ve ever devoured, hee hee—"

The hee hee sound still hovered around his ears when Feng Ju suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

With great difficulty, Feng Ju lowered his head and saw the "cloth doll’s" other hand, like inserting into warm butter without hindrance, slowly and resolutely... plunged into his chest.