Chapter 83 Your Misery Has Nothing to Do with Me

Wang Yanran figured out how sharp the man's mind was, and she reacted instantly.

Like childhood sweethearts? Like an ex-girlfriend? Or my wife?

"Do my eyes look like the same person?" Wang Yanran asked carefully and pretending to be ignorant.

"Your eyes are so similar to my wife's."

Wang Yanran was even more delighted. She felt that she had successfully stepped out of the gate of hell and was destined to live!

However, before she could finish being happy, Fang Xiu's expression suddenly changed.

He lowered his head and leaned in front of Wang Yanran.

A hideous and terrifying face full of hatred broke into Wang Yanran's eyes.

A suppressed and crazy voice rang in her ears: "So you deserve to die!!"

When Wang Yanran saw this face, she was instantly frightened, and her mind unconsciously recalled the fear she had when she was an ordinary person and encountered a strange incident for the first time.

That kind of endless fear is really despairing and devastating, and it can't be described in words.

And now, she felt this fear again.

However, she couldn't figure it out anyway, why should your wife deserve to die if her eyes look like hers?

After all, a couple's love lasts for a night, but what grudges can't be let go of? As for such great hatred?

Sure enough, men are not a good thing.

At this time, Fang Xiu raised the scalpel, and the scalpel turned into a ray of silver light and stabbed towards her neck.

Wang Yanran's pupils shrank uncontrollably, and her thoughts suddenly became erratic.

The distance between the scalpel and the neck is very short, and the speed is very fast. Logically speaking, the time should fly by.

But Wang Yanran felt that it was a bit long, and her thoughts seemed to go back to the first strange incident.

At that time, she was just an ordinary person. She was treated like a princess by the men. She could eat fruit plate and drink wine in any private room without paying, and she even got paid.

But this beautiful life all changed due to an accident. Late one night, after getting off the night shift, she strayed into a mysterious place where there was no food and no way out.

There, she met many trapped men. When people are afraid, any negative emotions will be infinitely amplified.

Therefore, she is like a sheep caught among wolves.

However, she did not give up. Instead, when there was no food, she kept wandering among various men and eating their leftover food.

In the end, when everyone was so hungry that they began to prey on others, she, who had the strongest physical strength, managed to survive, and finally ignited her spirituality and became a spiritual master.

Perhaps after being treated as a doll for a long time, she longed to become a master, so she awakened the ability of a puppet.

Sometimes she also thinks that maybe...if she hadn't been so vain in college and didn't want to buy luxury bags, maybe she wouldn't have gone astray, and she wouldn't have encountered something strange after working the night shift...

A flash of silver light flashed, and Wang Yanran's thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Perhaps Fang Xiu didn't know Wang Yanran's tragic past, but even if he knew, he would kill her.

Because your misery has nothing to do with me.

Those who kill will always be killed.

After dealing with Wang Yanran, Fang Xiu suddenly heard some strange movement behind him.

He turned around and saw that Wang Erni's long silver hair fell off on its own, and then crawled quickly on the ground like a spider.

Just when Fang Xiu thought it was about to run away.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired man went straight to Shen Lingxue in the mud puddle.

Whoosh!

The silver hair is attached to Shen Lingxue's black hair, just like dyeing. The waterfall-like black hair instantly fades away from black and gradually turns to silver.

And just when the silver hair possessed her, Shen Lingxue, who was originally in a coma, opened her eyes strangely. A trace of confusion first flashed in her eyes, and then they became full of killing, hatred, and anger...

And her body began to twist and stand up, covered in mud.

As she stood up, a strange aura began to gradually spread, and the silver hair gradually broke away from gravity and began to float, dancing wildly!

Obviously, a new host with weird hair is rising.

Snapped!

Fang Xiu appeared in front of Shen Lingxue like a ghost, and thrust forward with a big cock.

Interrupt the spellcasting!

With the injection of pain that exceeded the limit of what the human body could bear, Shen Lingxue rolled her eyes and fainted again.

Plop!

She fell into the mud puddle again, and her silver hair that was originally flying fell down.

Uh-huh!

There was a flash of silver light.

The scalpel moved close to Shen Lingxue's scalp.

Fang Xiu's long silver hair was instantly caught in his hand, and Shen Lingxue also changed from long and straight black hair to a short haircut.

It's not that Fang Xiu wanted to cut off so much, the main reason was that only the roots of Shen Lingxue's hair were not infected and turned silver.

Otherwise he would have shaved his head long ago.

The long silver hair actually squirmed like a living eight-clawed octopus. Those hairs were constantly entangled with Fang Xiu's arms, as if they wanted to crawl along the arms to his head.

"Want to parasitize me? As you wish."

Fang Xiu smiled, and then directly pressed the long silver hair on his head.

After his scalp itched for a while, he took out his mobile phone and took a photo. He found that his black hair had long disappeared and was replaced by a waterfall of silver hair.

Then, he felt a strange and evil aura begin to invade his mind, as if it wanted to distort it.

When this breath entered his soul, he felt calm and even wanted to laugh.

That's it?

Immediately, Fang Xiu controlled his inky black spirituality to infect his silver hair.

When the power of pain, with endless hatred, flowed into the silver hair, it was as if it was frightened by something, and its hair instantly exploded!

For a moment, Fang Xiu turned into an afro.

However, with Fang Xiu's cold snort, the silver hair instantly shrank back, and it became extremely short and fit.

Finally, it became Fang Xiu's shape... the original hairstyle.

The silver also turned back to black.

Seeing that all the enemies were finally solved, Fang Xiu took back the scalpel and put it on his waist.

The terrifying black air on his body and the countless weird shadows that roared slowly dissipated at this moment.

The blood in his right eye disappeared, and it became a black and white eye. His face was no longer hideous, and he returned to his previous calm.