Fang Hao fell to the ground, convulsing incessantly, his blo-od choking into his throat due to silent pain. His whole body was like a fish fried in strong oil, struggling to the brink of death.

 

 

 

But Zhuo Yu didn’t look at him again but instead turned his gaze to the tall crocodile-headed monster at the main entrance, which looked like a small mountain.

 

 

He moved.

 

 

The strange man slowly walked up to Zhuo Yu with an axe, his tall and almost non-human body size bringing a strong sense of oppression. Zhuo Yu had already smelled the faint corpse odor emanating from the crocodile head and the unique smell of tanned leather.

 

 

Zhuo Yu wanted to stand up, but his legs were not at all obedient.

 

 

The BOSS crouched down and stayed quietly beside Zhuo Yu, like a silent marble statue. Subsequently, he extended his powerful right hand and firmly grasped Zhuo Yu’s neck.

 

 

Zhuo Yu didn’t act recklessly. He knew that the BOSS was observing him, and ki-lling a disabled person who couldn’t move was just a matter of using his fingers. His life was held in the hands of the Grim Reaper, a thrilling experience he had never experienced before, and the trembling sensation of wandering on the edge of danger almost made him addicted.

 

 

Like an antelope held by a lion’s teeth, like a female deer bound by a python, the direction of fate had always been firmly controlled by predators.

 

 

Zhuo Yu didn’t hide, let alone exhaust his energy like Fang Hao, just to stay away from the monster. He was gambling that his identity was related to the BOSS so he wouldn’t be ki-lled.

 

 

Excitement ignited in his bl*ood, and with this rare silence, Zhuo Yu boldly turned around and observed the other person.

 

 

He believed that Zhou Wu and others must have mistaken this BOSS for a monster with a crocodile head and human body, but at such a close distance, he could see that the huge crocodile head was just the BOSS’s mask.

 

 

 

This mask had been worn for years, and the scales and armor appeared dry. At the lower jaw, some of the leather had also been damaged, revealing the man’s rugged chin. That pair of blue eyes was also human, but it was so calm that there were no normal human emotions inside. After looking for a long time, one may even shudder, as if being sucked into a dark and bottomless lake by a vortex.

 

 

 

And the work clothes he was wearing couldn’t be said to fit him well, it wrapped his muscular body tightly with scattered old blo-od stains on them; perhaps they had been taken from a victim.

 

 

 

The man’s low panting through the mask became more and more pronounced in the quiet atmosphere. Zhuo Yu looked down at his protruding Adam’s apple, revealing his slightly undulating, heat-emitting chest. He could hear the BOSS’s deep heartbeat that was like a drum.

 

 

This surge of primitive hormones made Zhuo Yu subconsciously swallow.

 

 

The instinct of a dying organism was a primitive impulse; even a moth would expose its organs as much as possible before it went extinct, emitting tempting pheromones to attract a mate at the last moment of life.

 

 

So, Zhuo Yu took the initiative to break the silence.

 

 

“Has anyone ever said that you’re really super sexy?”

 

 

The BOSS’s hand froze.

 

 

“Baby, your figure is even better than a Magic Mike stripper. Even if you weren’t the ki-ller, you could still make everyone scream for you.” Zhuo Yu smiled and revealed his hidden tiger teeth. “I want to scream for you now.”

 

 

The crocodile-headed monster remained motionless, but his pupils contracted and dilated; it was difficult for him to understand the scene before him.

 

 

Zhuo Yu directly covered the boss’s hand with his own hand, and the bold action made the BOSS freeze again. He released his tightly held right hand like he had been shocked, staring at Zhuo Yu in a daze.

 

 

This scene was completely eerie. The terrifying character, who was supposed to use an axe to cut all living people in half and make the floor dirty, seemed to be frozen by a stop button at this moment, while beneath his massive body lay a young and beautiful, frail youth.

 

 

The young man’s eyes were moist, as if there were many emotions inside, but there was no fear.

 

 

The man’s silence was quickly interrupted by the commotion upstairs, and the sound of furniture moving was very obvious. He seemed to have been triggered by a nerve, he lifted his axe and was about to go upstairs for a second k-illing.

 

 

The boss had left. The space in the lobby was quite spacious.

 

 

He made the right bet.

 

 

Zhuo Yu finally realized that he seemed to have held his breath for a long time.

 

 

But he wasn’t intimidated by fear or oppression to the point of being unable to move, but was shaken by pure beauty.

 

 

He didn’t deceive the BOSS.

 

 

 

There were countless horror characters in Zhuo Yu’s works. Although they had unique personalities, everyone had one thing in common: they emitted hormones belonging to predators, which led many book fans to question his s-exual orientation.

 

 

 

Their idea was correct; Zhuo Yu was indeed attracted to that type of man. And the crocodile-headed man just now happened to be his preferred embodiment. Just like when he was watching “Friday the 13th” and “Moonlight, Light, and Heart Panic,”  what he appreciated wasn’t the plasma and thrilling slaughter, but the k-iller himself.

 

 

 

Violence, exceptional physique, and lack of propriety could instantly bring people back to the early stages of civilization, only evoking associations with s-ex, hunting, and emotionless domination and possession.

 

 

Zhuo Yu regained his senses and lifted the fork on the back of Fang Hao’s hand, using it to lean against the floor and barely support his upper body.

 

 

He looked at the glass shards covering the floor, which reflected countless faces with slightly red cheeks and moist eyes, clearly showing an excited expression.

 

 

Zhuo Yu calmed down his equally noisy heart and then patted his teammate’s cheek.

 

 

 

Fang Hao’s energy flowed like a thread, but his consciousness was still relatively clear. After the adrenaline subsided, a huge pain swept through his body, and he had already lost even the strength to twist.

 

 

 

Zhuo Yu caught Fang Hao’s attention with a tongue-flicking sound, and Fang Hao’s pupils dilated, looking at the new person’s face in confusion.

 

 

Why didn’t he die? Why hadn’t he died yet?

 

 

When he was on the brink of death, Fang Hao’s twisted malice was even more uncontrollable. Why was he dying? Why not that disabled person? This kind of hatred had almost become his spiritual pillar to hold on to.

 

 

“I remember your character, characterized by strong vitality. Now it seems that trait wasn’t a good thing either.” Zhuo Yu played with the bl-ood-stained silver fork, his young face tinged with a hint of gloom. “It’s better to die happily and suffer less.”

 

 

“Cough… ho ho…”

 

 

Fang Hao tried hard to focus his gaze; he wanted to shout but couldn’t make a sound. This wasn’t right; Zhuo Yu wasn’t right. He even curled his lips as if he were laughing, but his eyes were sinister and frightening, as if in his heart he were already a dead person.

 

 

Was this still the disabled newcomer who accepted adversity?

 

 

“Shh, I know what you’re going to say.” Zhuo Yu laid on the student’s chest and whispered softly, “Look into my eyes.”

 

 

“Ho…”

 

 

As Fang Hao followed his gaze, he only felt his consciousness gradually disintegrating, and the pain had also eased a lot. He even felt a floating trance, as if he had returned to his mother’s body, warm and comfortable.

 

 

Zhuo Yu’s eyes were deep, and in an instant, Fang Hao felt like he was being watched by someone from a higher position. He felt an endless sense of security, like a small boat that had been drifting in the sea for tens of thousands of years, finally returning to the port of return.

 

 

He watched helplessly as Zhuo Yu cut off the flame tattoo on his wrist with a glass shard, but he didn’t feel any pain; it was just a numb sensation, and his heart had no resistance, as if it had cut off his self-awareness.

 

 

Fang Hao’s hand was trembling subconsciously.

 

 

After the illusion faded away, Zhuo Yu at this moment looked more like a mischievous ghost wearing a gorgeous skin bag, staring at his fallen flesh with a scorching gaze. The bloo-d streaks mixed with yellow fat shook Fang Hao’s stomach, causing it to churn. He lost his fearful thinking, but his body reaction wasn’t fake.

 

 

He couldn’t control himself and vomited, causing his eyes to turn white.

 

 

Zhuo Yu moved away in disgust, then picked up the piece of meat to examine. The flames on it disappeared, and upon closer inspection, they appeared again on Fang Hao’s forearm.

 

 

He breathed a sigh of relief.

 

 

Sure enough, the flame system wouldn’t disappear together just because the mark was peeled off; it was bound to the actor’s soul, and this tattoo was just a tangible symbol. He wanted to research from the beginning, and now he had found an opportunity.

 

 

As for Fang Hao’s illusion, Zhuo Yu could only thank his own talent.

 

 

After the experiment, Zhuo Yu ignored Fang Hao and slowly moved towards the sofa, dragging his legs. Thinking of that BOSS, he suddenly felt that he was making a lot of money. Entering this game, even if he couldn’t cure his legs, was still very worthwhile.

 

 

There were some sounds of fighting upstairs, and with the sound of broken glass and objects falling on the grass, Zhuo Yu judged that his “teammates” had already escaped.

 

 

If it weren’t for intentional release, those few people wouldn’t be able to survive for long. Did the BOSS like to play hunting games?

 

 

Zhuo Yu saw the back of Zhou Wu and others rushing away from the window, indicating that he had been completely abandoned.

 

 

 

Human nature was like this, and Zhuo Yu didn’t expect them to help their teammates. He understood this very well, so when he took action, he would have no burden.

 

 

He just didn’t know what kind of attitude the BOSS had towards him, because as a traitor with a dual villain persona, his final outcome may not be good either. He would be k-illed after being used up by the boss, or he would be ki-lled by the righteous protagonist, or he’d suffer punishment on his own.

 

 

But judging from the character designs of Zhou Wu and others, they weren’t good characters either, so the biggest possibility for this movie was that they’d all be completely destroyed.

 

 

Being complacent by hiding one’s identity was truly seeking one’s own death.

 

 

No one could rely on their identity now; only by relying on their own strength could they escape with their lives.

 

 

On the other side of the screen, the audience watching the film was boiling again.

 

 

[What the fu-ck is this newcomer? What is he doing? Did he just flirt with the boss?]

 

 

[Exciting]

 

 

[The point is, he smiled and nailed his teammate to the floor with just a fork.]

 

 

[Why didn’t the BOSS k-ill him?]

 

 

[I understand now that this kid had been carefully planning. He must have lied and deliberately not shared character information, deceiving other players’ trust and then he plans to k-ill them!]

 

 

[Are you overthinking upstairs? From beginning to end, there were no villainous characters that could be played on the set, so I am more inclined to believe that Zhuo Yu himself is a per-vert.]

 

 

[Reconsideration, I have read his book, and it’s really… how to say it? It’s very distorted.]

 

 

 

[Is it still possible to change the bet to Zhuo Yu now?]

 

 

[What’s the use of being bad? He’s still a disabled person, and now he’s just struggling to survive! I firmly support Zhou Wu.]

 

 

[That’s right, he was just lucky just now because he dared to tease the BOSS. Whoever doesn’t die will die in the end!]

 

 

[When the BOSS finishes solving the others, it’ll be his turn; anyway, he can’t run away.]

 

 

 

Zhuo Yu, who was at the center of the topic, was not at all anxious. He looked at the dim kerosene lamp, and the shadow of the crocodile-headed monster still lingered in his mind.

 

 

 

The appearance of him lifting a human with one hand, kicking away two sofas with one foot, looking down at prey with confidence, and the beautiful blue eyes and overly proud figure…

 

 

 

Oh no, it seemed like he fell in love with the terrifying BOSS at first sight.

 


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Ah, I was a bit late. Well, onto the next one, see ya tomorrow ✌️

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  1. [quote]“Baby, your figure is even better than a Magic Mike stripper. Even if you weren’t the ki-ller, you could still make everyone scream for you.” Zhuo Yu smiled and revealed his hidden tiger teeth. “I want to scream for you now.” [anchor]paragraph-61[/anchor][/quote]

    [quote]But he wasn’t intimidated by fear or oppression to the point of being unable to move, but was shaken by pure beauty. [anchor]paragraph-88[/anchor][/quote]

    Zhuo Yu is a true crime girly

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