Chapter 7

Just like the doll show I've seen on the stage, I control the doll.

What's even more terrifying is that Yan Qingyu found that the ten dolls in front of him were all living people, including men and women, old and young. They had a very weak breath and could vaguely hear painful breathing.

"Save...save...save...save...I..." A woman closest to Yan Qingyu blinded her eyes. She looked at Yan Qingyu in pain and fear. The silk thread in her body hung her up, her legs could not fall to the ground, and blood dripped bit by bit along the thread, slowly condensed into a pool.

"Save...Help..." The woman's eyes were dug up and blood kept flowing, and the surroundings of her eye sockets were black, which were traces of blood coagulation.

The woman watched Yan Qingyu struggle constantly, trying to touch her, but her body flew back uncontrollably, and then she saw her dancing in place, touching her toes, lifting her legs stiffly, raising her hands, twisting her waist... It was so weird that she danced like a puppet.

You can see the silk thread on this woman's body spreading in the other direction. Yan Qingyu looked over and saw the man in the corner holding a wine glass in one hand and gently bounced with his five fingers tied to the silk thread. When he moved, the woman in front of him was forced to dance.

Seeing the woman jumping onto a wooden board covered with iron nails, she did not retreat. She was not allowed to resist. The silk thread in her body was the god who manipulated her, and she was not qualified to refuse.

Blood flowed from the toes, but it kept dancing...rotating...jumping...

Every dance is done with life... No, this woman has no life.

The man stopped his fingers and quietly looked at the woman who had lost her breath in front of him. His eyes were filled with poisonous light and his lips were pursed. "Dare to betray me but I am so fragile? It's useless!"

This man treats life as a game.

The man took back the thread, and the woman fell on the wooden board covered with iron nails. When her body was stabbed by these iron nails, she still trembled instinctively. Her intact big eyes stared at the air... dark, light, only despair.

The bloody smell became strong again, and Yan Qingyu's teeth trembled gently. The man in front of him was probably a demon who saw no life.

And in his eyes, he may be worse than Cao Mu.

The man's eyes slowly looked in the direction of Yan Qingyu. He covered his ghost face with a beautiful and sharp chin curve, his curvy lips raised, and his eyes flashed with ghost fire: "There is another!"

Yan Qingyu subconsciously wanted to escape. When this thought came to her mind, her neck suddenly tightened. She pulled the leather ring on her neck with both hands, but found that she was hanging up... Hissing... A subtle sound rang. Before Yan Qingyu could react, there was an invisible force in her hands forcing her to open her hands.

Looking back, I found a silk thread on the skin ring on my wrist, and forcibly pulled her hands away.

Yan Qingyu seemed to have thought of something, lowered her head and looked at her feet...

Sure enough, there was a thread tied to the epithelium of the ankle...

And at the ends of these silk threads, the man's five fingers are connected.

Just like that woman, her limbs were manipulated by silk threads, and her hand that she wanted to resist was pulled away with force...

The man gently hooked his index finger, and Yan Qingyu found that her body was floating towards the man without control. The man's index finger trembled slightly, and she stopped floating.

Being able to control her body so skillfully shows how terrifying this man's internal strength is!

The man shook his wine glass and slowly walked down the seat, step by step, his elegant steps were as if he was walking on the tip of a knife. He felt suffocated when he looked at Yan Qingyu.

The cold fingers pinched her chin and gently exerted force. She felt that her chin seemed to be crushed by invisible force. When the severe pain came, she gritted her teeth and prevented herself from screaming in pain.

I pursed my lips, my lips were trembling, and my pale face turned pale.

“It doesn’t matter even if your legs can’t go, how does it feel to stand on the ground with your feet?”

The man put her down some so that her toes could touch the ground.

Yan Qingyu had a pain and pale face, staring at the man in front of her with a provocative look, sneering: "My legs have no sense at all, how could I know the feeling of standing?"

The ghost fire in the man's eyes flashed like an immortal firework. He slowly raised a dangerous smile because of her provocative words. The corners of his cold lips were inadvertently raised. The cold eyes of the ghost eyes were shining in a wave of cold light. The hand that pinched her chin slowly downwards, slowly, choked her neck.

"Provocation? What a bold courage!"

Yan Qingyu's face was pale, and the big hands between her neck seemed as strong as steel, and she had difficulty breathing.

He coughed a few times and gritted his teeth with great difficulty: "Do you think it is a human control of the doll or a doll control the person?"

"What do you mean is that I can kill me one day?" The man was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard the funny things in this world. Although the pride of this woman is very interesting, it is too similar to that woman... it makes people feel pain in their bodies...

"If you are bored, you can try it!" Yan Qingyu felt the man's big hand relaxing a little bit. Her eyes flashed lightly, and she knew that she might have a little vitality.

"Hahaha... Interesting... Little girl... No exception is the one who dares to provoke our Si Yucheng, and you are better off than death. Are you ready?"

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Tsk, Qingyu is quite weak now, alas...
Chapter completed!