The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

"Why don't you come in? If you don't treat that face of yours, there will be scars in the future."

Look at your ankle, it's twisted like this. It's really pitiful. Is such a beautiful girl about to become a disgusting-looking, hobbling disabled person? "

The previous sentence was a slightly aged joking voice, and the next sentence suddenly had a higher pitch and turned into a harsh girl's voice.

"You don't care about your body, but your puppet mother doesn't like it when the body is lame. If you don't come in yet, do you want me to come over and ask for help?"

Feng Yuhuai felt chills all over her body after hearing this. She didn't understand what a puppet mother was, but the word "su body" gave her an extremely ominous feeling.

But she seems to have no choice!

Facing Ge Qingming's kind and sinister eyes, Feng Yuhuai walked into the clinic bravely.

The creaking rolling shutter door fell again, as if the inside and outside of the door were divided into two different worlds.

Zhang Hao stood at the door, his hands on his intestines, his eyelids half-closed, motionless, like a scary doll in a wax museum, blocking Feng Yuhuai's escape route.

The clinic was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Feng Yuhuai followed all the way, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet space. It was not until the deepest place that Ge Qingming stopped.

A strong smell of formalin water came out. The pungent smell was mixed with a faint fishy smell, which made people frown and cover their noses.

Feng Yuhuai's complexion instantly turned as pale as paper. She covered her nose tightly, frowned, and a trace of panic flashed in her wide eyes.

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the mixed smell had already given her a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

"Don't worry, you are a special guest invited by the puppet mother, they will not hurt you."

Ge Qingming walked down the stairs with a calm tone. His steps were fast. When he turned around, his body was bent ninety degrees at a weird angle, and his eyes gently comforted Feng Yuhuai who was following behind.

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill rising up her spine, and her scalp seemed to be stretched to the limit, almost to the point of splitting.

She knew very well that what was happening before her eyes had long gone beyond the scope of martial arts and touched upon the mysterious realm that the teachers kept secret in class and were unwilling to talk about it in depth.

"Is it the strange power obtained from the evil sacrifice ceremony? Or is it the product of distortion? Or is it a monster that ran out of the hidden door?"

"What is the purpose of this monster who looks like a human but doesn't know what he is on the inside? And when did he start targeting me?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and her eyes were fixed on the gruesome scene in the basement:

The naked bodies were like dolls sewn with poor craftsmanship, covered with criss-cross stitching scars. They all had their eyes half-open, as if they were not dead yet, but they didn't seem to be alive.

They were cruelly caught by hooks and hung precariously in the air like laundry hanging out to dry.

Feng Yuhuai's newly confirmed intuition of danger was frantically raising the alarm, like boiling water pushing up the lid of a pot, almost exploding.

Sure enough, the next second, he heard Ge Qingming whisper to her: "Be good, take off your shirt and lie down on the bed."

Feng Yuhuai didn't misunderstand. She looked at the iron bed that Ge Qingming pointed at, and understood that the other person was not Yang Tuo's lustful thing, which was not right. The other person also coveted her body, but it was another, more terrifying coveting.

Because there was still blood that had not completely dried up on the iron bed, as well as scattered bits of minced meat.

Feng Yuhuai stood motionless as if there were roots growing under his feet, and asked with a dry throat: "What are you going to do to me?"

Ge Qingming is not a doctor. He usually does not lie to his patients. He said frankly: "I will treat the wound on your face first, and then repair your sprained ankle. After everything is completed."

"I will cut open your chest and plant the seeds gifted by the puppet mother into your heart."

Feng Yuhuai's eyes swept over the hanging bodies, her teeth chattered involuntarily, and her voice was filled with unconcealable fear: "Just like them?"

Ge Qingming shook his head quickly and explained in a hurry:

"No, no, no, they are just corpse puppets made by me. They have no will of their own. From the moment they were born, they were completely shaped and lost the possibility of growth and change. They are just insignificant toys."

Ge Qingming looked serious and his tone was extremely serious:

"You are different. You are the benefactor who is favored by the Puppet Mother. The Puppet Mother will transform you into a puppet. You will have room to continue to grow, full of infinite plasticity, until you are fully mature. At that time, you may even become a puppet. Candidate host for parasitism in maternal selection.”

He paused, his eyes flashing with fanatical flames:

"The human puppet, that is the greatest work of art! Oh, how I long for the person chosen by the puppet mother to be me."

There was a trace of regret and envy in his voice:

"It's a pity that my ugly body cannot attract the attention of the puppet mother. Girl, you are such a lucky darling. What an honor it is to be chosen by the puppet mother."

"Quick, lie down quickly, don't let the great puppet mother wait too long."

Ge Qingming's tone was impatient. He rolled up his sleeves, put on sterile gloves, and picked up the scalpel in the box next to him.

Feng Yuhuai cursed "madman" in his heart, his eyes full of despair but still asked: "I have never seen you before, how did you target me?"

She now realized that being rescued just now was not a coincidence. This person should have been eyeing her in the dark. Even if she died, she had to figure out when she was entangled by this madman before she died.

Ge Qingming did not hide the origin of this fate. He smiled and said, "Girl, you have to thank your brother. He visited my clinic that day and accidentally touched the clone of the puppet mother, so the puppet mother sensed your breath left on him."

Why did my breath remain on Feng Mu?

Feng Yuhuai was puzzled. Then this answer was no longer important. Who knows what strange special abilities these strange horrors have.

But in any case, the truth has come to light. It was Feng Mu who brought bad luck upon himself.

First, he sent people to kill me, and now he brought me a more terrible bad luck. Feng Mu, Feng Mu, what virtue and ability do I have to make you hate me so much and repeatedly want to kill me?

Feng Yuhuai's throat seemed to have been rubbed by sandpaper, so dry that she could hardly speak. She asked bitterly: "So, the person who attacked me just now, his rotten and weird arm, is it also a power similar to that given by the Puppet Mother?"

Ge Qingming sneered contemptuously, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Don't compare those stinking wastes of the Corpse Cult with the Puppet Mother. They are just enemies provoked by your brother."

The enemies provoked by my brother? ! ! !

"So, it's not Feng Mu who sent people to kill me, but I blocked the disaster for Feng Mu?"

Feng Yuhuai suddenly realized, and wanted to cry but had no tears. She felt so aggrieved that she wanted to die.

"Feng Mu brought disaster to me, and I blocked it for him? Feng Mu, you are really my good brother..."

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