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Chapter 352 - 352 210 There are still two people in your body

Chapter 352: 210 There are still two people in your body (4000)_2 Chapter 352: 210 There are still two people in your body (4000)_2 The fat man certainly didn’t want to be beaten up and thrown into the police station.

He ran off as fast as he could, desperate to return the way he came.

Alcohol made his already fat body feel even more sluggish, and he was gasping for air after just a few steps. Suddenly, his head collided with something.

He stumbled back a couple of steps and, clutching his throbbing forehead, he looked up. In front of him was a tall man of roughly two meters, with white hair and a striking, slightly sinister face. It appeared he had some black tattoo on his neck and a gold pendant hanging from his earlobes.

He was staring at him, expressionless.

Feeling an oppressive force bearing down on him, the fat man involuntarily continued to back away another few steps.

Swallowing nervously, he glanced behind and saw a group of individuals in black robes rushing toward him.

There was no chance of escaping now.

Faced with this situation.

He took a deep breath and, surprisingly, smiled. The charging figures did not shake his resolve. With a determined look, he turned to the white-haired man and spoke, word by word, a plea for mercy, “Big brother, could you go easy on me?”

He prided himself on having thick skin and a sturdy frame — he was used to taking a beating.

He wouldn’t likely be beaten to death by this mob.

The white-haired man suddenly laughed, his eyes seemed to transform into a creepy snake-like slit pupil. He muttered something about how interesting this was, and then, the fat man was kicked and sent flying.

Minutes later.

The fat man came to, his chest feeling tight and painful, as if something was pressing against it.

After coughing violently, he slowly got up. Looking around, the place was deserted — it seemed the mob had already left.

He lifted his shirt, looking at his chest. He saw a dark footprint there, under which was a heavy bruise filled with clotted blood.

The fat man took a deep breath but didn’t feel any other injuries on his body. Had his plea worked?

He wobbled back to the scene, about to return to the road when something caught his eye. Behind a tree was a huddled figure. Going closer, he realized it was Eddy. Upon getting nearer, he caught his breath in shock.

The man was in a horrific state.

Grimy and naked from the waist up, his body was filled with what looked like bites from a snake, leaving clusters of small black holes. Not just that, his body had a strange purplish-red hue, with patches of it spread out sporadically, deeper in shade where skin gave way to indentations as if he had developed subcutaneous ulcers.

The fat man gulped, scanning the surroundings again before carefully crouching next to Eddy.

He slowly reached out, trying to feel for his friend’s breath.

He touched the man’s nose, but there was no sign of any breath.

Eddy was dead.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…

The fat man suddenly stood up, staring at Eddy’s corpse.

The swollen patches of purplish-red skin on the body began to swell further, like inflated bubbles taking on a bloated appearance. The skin all over was covered in this grotesque sight, reminiscent of the bumpy back of a toad, accompanied by the sound of trickling fluid.

Fear swept over the fat man; he didn’t dare to stay beside Eddy’s corpse any longer. He quickly moved off to a distance of about 10 meters away.

Boom!

Behind him, he suddenly heard an explosion.

Turning around, he saw the horrific sight of purplish-red flesh and blood smeared over several meters, corroding the soil with a hissing noise.

At the same time, in the town where the Black Mechanism was located.

Casio was set to meet Olay’s daughter, Xiqin. She lived in a room just like a normal bedroom — it had a bed, a sofa, a bookshelf, and a wardrobe, with thick carpets covering the floor.

The room was well-lit, with warm light spreading to every corner of the room.

“Where is she?”

Casio turned to Olay, who stood beside him, seeing nothing of Xiqin through the glass window in the iron door.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an upside-down, plain white face appeared at the glass window, its wide eyes fixating on the side of Casio’s face.

“She’s in here, still fond of climbing walls?”

Casio glanced over his shoulder, then turned his attention back to Olay.

“When she loses control, she’ll destroy everything in the room. She can even climb walls like a gecko, exhibiting a kind of crawling characteristic,” Olay sighed. Looking back at Xiqin who was still pressed against the glass, he said, “It’s better now. At least she’s not mutilating herself like she used to.”

Casio nodded, but he didn’t rush to suggest going in to deal with Xiqin. He could sense the complex emotions Olay was experiencing; Olay wanted to watch his daughter a little longer.

In the room, Xiqin finally started to move.

From Casio’s perspective, she descended from the wall and walked towards the large wardrobe in a loose white dress.

Then she closed the wardrobe door.

A minute later, the closet door reopened.

Xiqin, now in a black dress, stepped out.

It was then that Casio took a good look at Xiqin’s face. She had a beautiful, pale oval face, and her softly curled hair rippled in waves.

Her skin was as soft as white jade, her eyes large and bright. Her long legs were exaggerated in proportion, as were her waist and hips, making her look like a woman who perfectly aligns with a man’s fantasy. Every step she took, the brilliance of her small feet swinging beneath the black skirt was dazzling.

Her aura was very unique.

It radiated an alluring wickedness.

Like a rich and mellow aged wine, with a hint of women’s tobacco. She embodied a rebellious, nonconformist writer who cared for nothing but herself. A proud and mysterious black cat, exuding a slightly lazy and proud air. It’s complex, difficult to express. If one were to compare, perhaps she resembled a lonely witch living in eternal life.

“This is your daughter?”

Casio furrowed his brows, looking at Olay again. As far as he remembered, Xiqin, Olay’s daughter, should only be eighteen. From where did this mature aura come? This wiccan-like allure?

Olay shook his head, “She’s not my daughter. My daughter was that maniac scrambling and running around on the walls.”

After a brief conversation, Casio learned about the situation.

Xiqin didn’t always look this way, she was merely a lively young girl. But after being parasitized by this unknown dark creature, her body went through a second wave of development.

Height, figure, looks, disposition – all drastically changed.

It was as if she had become a different person.

Moreover, this Xiqin had an astonishing allure towards those around her. Just spending a short amount of time near her would naturally incite uncontrollable desires to occupy her perfect body.

At first, it was a fanatic passion, later pleading, eventually even trying to force her. But all actions would cease when they reached about a meter from Xiqin, falling down. Cause of death, sudden heart failure.

This charm worked on everyone, only those with a firm will could resist. Note, everyone.

Men, women, old, young.

In the room, Xiqin stood tall and straight.

She stared directly at Casio, those bewitching pupils as beautiful as a pair of black gemstones.

“Mr. Li Wei, I implore you…”

Olay exhaled, his eyelids dropping.

Casio nodded.

Half a minute later, the iron door creaked open.

Casio calmly walked in, the thick carpet under his feet was somewhat soft, a slight floral fragrance permeating the air.

He glanced at the 99.3% sign in the upper right corner, and sneered. He hoped the quality of this dark creature would be good enough.

Suddenly.

A slender silhouette rushed in front of Casio, throwing her arms around him. Her long and round legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her head resting unsuspectingly on his shoulder.

The exaggerated softness against his chest and the fragrant aroma in his nostrils left Casio somewhat taken aback. “What are you up to? Trying to drain the essence of a human body like the black elongated shadow?” A cold smile hung on his lips. “You want close contact? The first person to be sucked dry certainly won’t be me.”

Just as Casio was about to launch his demon idol secret martial art, Xiqin sniffed at Casio’s neck like a little puppy, her moist lips parting to say: “There are two other people living in your body…”