Chapter 83: Your Misery Has Nothing To Do With Me
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Chapter 83: Your Misery Has Nothing To Do With Me
Wang Yanran, good at reading men's thoughts, quickly caught on.
_'Similar to someone's eyes? Could it be a childhood sweetheart? A former girlfriend? Or perhaps his wife?'_
"Do my eyes remind you of someone?" Wang Yanran asked, feigning innocence and curiosity.
"Your eyes... they look so much like my wife's," Fang Xiu replied. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Wang Yanran's heart jumped with joy, believing she had just stepped back from death's door. But before she could fully be happy, Fang Xiu's expression changed dramatically.
He lowered his head and leaned closer to Wang Yanran, revealing a face contorted with hatred and terror.
A suppressed, crazed voice whispered in her ear, "That's why you must die!!"
Hearing that, Wang Yanran was paralyzed with fear, her mind flashing back to her first encounter with a Specter. The sheer, indescribable terror of that experience was enough to drive anyone to despair.
Yet now, she felt that fear again. But she couldn't understand why resembling someone's wife would bring such hatred.
_'As the old saying goes, a night of marriage equals a hundred days of grace. Can't he let go of whatever grudge he held?'_
She concluded bitterly that men were truly no good.
With a ghost-like swiftness, Fang Xiu appeared before Shen Lingxue and slapped her across the face, disrupting whatever transformation was taking place. The intense pain sent her into unconsciousness once again, and she collapsed back into the mud. The silver hair, which had been lively, fell limply.
With a quick motion of his scalpel, Fang Xiu cut the silver hair and then grabbed it. Shen Lingxue's previously long and black hair was now reduced to a buzz cutall that was left uninfected.
Fang Xiu had removed the hair as close to the scalp as possible to avoid any remnants of the Specter power.
The silver hair in Fang Xiu's hand writhed like a live octopus, its strands trying to wrap around his arm, seemingly attempting to climb onto his head.
"You want to parasitize me? As you wish," Fang Xiu said with a smile, pressing the writhing silver hair onto his head.
After feeling an itch on his scalp, Fang Xiu checked his reflection on his phone. His black hair had vanished, replaced by silver ones.
He then sensed an evil Specter power attempting to invade and twist his mind. However, when this power reached his consciousness, he remained unfazed, almost amused.
_'Is this it?'_
Fang Xiu then used his dark, ink-like Spiritual Energy to counteract the silver hair. As his power, filled with pain and endless hatred, surged into the hair, it reacted as if startled, puffing up dramatically. For a moment, Fang Xiu's hair stood this way and that.
However, with a cold snort from Fang Xiu, the silver hair quickly retracted and shortened, adapting snugly to his head. Eventually, it reverted to Fang Xiu's original hairstyle and color.
Having dealt with all his enemies, Fang Xiu sheathed his scalpel at his waist. The terrifying black mist and the howling Specter shadows surrounding him gradually dissipated.
The blood-red light in his right eye faded, revealing clear, distinct pupils. His face, no longer contorted with malice, regained its usual calm demeanor."
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Chapter 83: Your Misery Has Nothing To Do With Me
Wang Yanran, good at reading men's thoughts, quickly caught on.
_'Similar to someone's eyes? Could it be a childhood sweetheart? A former girlfriend? Or perhaps his wife?'_
"Do my eyes remind you of someone?" Wang Yanran asked, feigning innocence and curiosity.
"Your eyes... they look so much like my wife's," Fang Xiu replied. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Wang Yanran's heart jumped with joy, believing she had just stepped back from death's door. But before she could fully be happy, Fang Xiu's expression changed dramatically.
He lowered his head and leaned closer to Wang Yanran, revealing a face contorted with hatred and terror.
A suppressed, crazed voice whispered in her ear, "That's why you must die!!"
Hearing that, Wang Yanran was paralyzed with fear, her mind flashing back to her first encounter with a Specter. The sheer, indescribable terror of that experience was enough to drive anyone to despair.
Yet now, she felt that fear again. But she couldn't understand why resembling someone's wife would bring such hatred.
_'As the old saying goes, a night of marriage equals a hundred days of grace. Can't he let go of whatever grudge he held?'_
She concluded bitterly that men were truly no good.
With a ghost-like swiftness, Fang Xiu appeared before Shen Lingxue and slapped her across the face, disrupting whatever transformation was taking place. The intense pain sent her into unconsciousness once again, and she collapsed back into the mud. The silver hair, which had been lively, fell limply.
With a quick motion of his scalpel, Fang Xiu cut the silver hair and then grabbed it. Shen Lingxue's previously long and black hair was now reduced to a buzz cutall that was left uninfected.
Fang Xiu had removed the hair as close to the scalp as possible to avoid any remnants of the Specter power.
The silver hair in Fang Xiu's hand writhed like a live octopus, its strands trying to wrap around his arm, seemingly attempting to climb onto his head.
"You want to parasitize me? As you wish," Fang Xiu said with a smile, pressing the writhing silver hair onto his head.
After feeling an itch on his scalp, Fang Xiu checked his reflection on his phone. His black hair had vanished, replaced by silver ones.
He then sensed an evil Specter power attempting to invade and twist his mind. However, when this power reached his consciousness, he remained unfazed, almost amused.
_'Is this it?'_
Fang Xiu then used his dark, ink-like Spiritual Energy to counteract the silver hair. As his power, filled with pain and endless hatred, surged into the hair, it reacted as if startled, puffing up dramatically. For a moment, Fang Xiu's hair stood this way and that.
However, with a cold snort from Fang Xiu, the silver hair quickly retracted and shortened, adapting snugly to his head. Eventually, it reverted to Fang Xiu's original hairstyle and color.
Having dealt with all his enemies, Fang Xiu sheathed his scalpel at his waist. The terrifying black mist and the howling Specter shadows surrounding him gradually dissipated.
The blood-red light in his right eye faded, revealing clear, distinct pupils. His face, no longer contorted with malice, regained its usual calm demeanor."
Chapter 83: Your Misery Has Nothing To Do With MeWang Yanran, good at reading men's thoughts, quickly caught on. _'Similar to someone's eyes? Could it be a childhood sweetheart? A former girlfriend? Or perhaps his wife?'_"Do my eyes remind you of someone?" Wang Yanran asked, feigning innocence and curiosity."Your eyes... they look so much like my wife's," Fang Xiu replied. This chapter is updated by novelbiin.comWang Yanran's heart jumped with joy, believing she had just stepped back from death's door. But before she could fully be happy, Fang Xiu's expression changed dramatically.He lowered his head and leaned closer to Wang Yanran, revealing a face contorted with hatred and terror.A suppressed, crazed voice whispered in her ear, "That's why you must die!!"Hearing that, Wang Yanran was paralyzed with fear, her mind flashing back to her first encounter with a Specter. The sheer, indescribable terror of that experience was enough to drive anyone to despair.Yet now, she felt that fear again. But she couldn't understand why resembling someone's wife would bring such hatred. _'As the old saying goes, a night of marriage equals a hundred days of grace. Can't he let go of whatever grudge he held?'_She concluded bitterly that men were truly no good.With a ghost-like swiftness, Fang Xiu appeared before Shen Lingxue and slapped her across the face, disrupting whatever transformation was taking place. The intense pain sent her into unconsciousness once again, and she collapsed back into the mud. The silver hair, which had been lively, fell limply.With a quick motion of his scalpel, Fang Xiu cut the silver hair and then grabbed it. Shen Lingxue's previously long and black hair was now reduced to a buzz cutall that was left uninfected.Fang Xiu had removed the hair as close to the scalp as possible to avoid any remnants of the Specter power.The silver hair in Fang Xiu's hand writhed like a live octopus, its strands trying to wrap around his arm, seemingly attempting to climb onto his head."You want to parasitize me? As you wish," Fang Xiu said with a smile, pressing the writhing silver hair onto his head.After feeling an itch on his scalp, Fang Xiu checked his reflection on his phone. His black hair had vanished, replaced by silver ones.He then sensed an evil Specter power attempting to invade and twist his mind. However, when this power reached his consciousness, he remained unfazed, almost amused._'Is this it?'_Fang Xiu then used his dark, ink-like Spiritual Energy to counteract the silver hair. As his power, filled with pain and endless hatred, surged into the hair, it reacted as if startled, puffing up dramatically. For a moment, Fang Xiu's hair stood this way and that. However, with a cold snort from Fang Xiu, the silver hair quickly retracted and shortened, adapting snugly to his head. Eventually, it reverted to Fang Xiu's original hairstyle and color.Having dealt with all his enemies, Fang Xiu sheathed his scalpel at his waist. The terrifying black mist and the howling Specter shadows surrounding him gradually dissipated.The blood-red light in his right eye faded, revealing clear, distinct pupils. His face, no longer contorted with malice, regained its usual calm demeanor."
