Chapter 259: Resentful baby breaks the belly, extreme limit to get on the car! |
The sound of tearing was not of flesh but of the tablecloth on the table.
In a split second, Qin Nuo seemed to have foreseen it and suddenly ducked his head, dodging the attack.
Immediately, his right hand twisted like a hemp rope, grabbing the shadow that had launched the surprise attack and slamming it onto the table.
With a bang, the table shattered!
Fang Ye and Black Rose hurriedly came over, and upon seeing the shadow's face, their expressions changed slightly.
It was a human infant the size of a small monkey, with bright red skin all over its body. Its eyes seemed underdeveloped, with dark eye sockets and eyelids that were still fused together, and its hair was sticky.
Hanging from its navel was an umbilical cord that had been forcibly torn off.
At this moment, it exuded a malevolent aura, baring its teeth at Qin Nuo.
"Their child?" Fang Ye asked in astonishment.
"But it wasn't a doctor who performed the surgery; the infant cut itself out!" Qin Nuo stared at the frantically struggling child.
"Didn't you notice the blood on the hostess's stomach from the start?"
It was indeed hard to notice, as the bride's dress covered the horrifying stomach, and the color matched.
Looking at the infant, Black Rose felt uncomfortable. "Why would the infant come out on its own?"
"You could ask its dear father." Qin Nuo glanced at the severed head.
As he held the struggling vengeful infant, its resentment grew stronger, and its ghost power continued to rise.
"Your mother is thinking of you; maybe it's time to stop playing around?"
The vengeful infant's emotions were still turbulent, or perhaps it couldn't understand human language at all. Seeing Qin Nuo's face stained with its father's blood, it looked as if it wanted to devour him alive.
"Don't be afraid, uncle is a good person. Do you like drinks? Uncle has some."
As he spoke, Qin Nuo produced a syringe and injected it into the infant's bright red buttocks.
Within seconds, the vengeful infant calmed down, raising its little head as if it had fallen asleep.
Black Rose and Fang Ye: "..."
Qin Nuo picked up the vengeful infant and said to the two stunned people, "Let's go downstairs. Didn't you say time is tight?"
Back on the first floor.
Qin Nuo placed the vengeful infant in the stroller next to the bride.
The stroller was new, with price tags still attached, clearly bought for the infant.
"Your child is a bit naughty, but I've brought it back for you."
Qin Nuo glanced at the blood on the bride's stomach. If you looked closely, you could see inside, but he still had to eat later and didn't want to lose his appetite.
The black cat meowed, jumped next to the stroller, and sat quietly, watching the infant with an expression that seemed somewhat doting.
"My child... what happened to it?" the bride asked.
"Asleep. It seems to like me; it stopped fussing when it saw me. Maybe it misses its mother." Qin Nuo said calmly.
Black Rose looked at Qin Nuo, unsure of what to say. To deceive the child's mother like this was truly a masterpiece!
The main thing was, the hostess believed it.
"Thank you."
Then, three pieces of ghost money floated to the ground.
"There's nothing much to offer, just a token of gratitude. I hope it helps you on your journey ahead."
Qin Nuo picked up the three pieces of ghost money, each with a face value of 100.
"Much appreciated," Qin Nuo said.
"Could you take this man on the ground away? My child doesn't want to see him."
Though it was a request, the tone was chillingly cold.
Qin Nuo knew this coldness wasn't directed at them. The Eye of Analysis, this passive skill, not only helped him find her lost child but also revealed in detail what had happened here.
"Before marriage, they were happy. The man was successful in his career outside and cared for his wife meticulously at home. But the man's nerves were very sensitive, and small actions always made him overthink. As days passed, he gradually discovered that his wife seemed to be hiding something from him. Everyday actions that were perfectly normal appeared suspicious to him."
"At night, he would sneak out of bed to check his wife's clothes and phone. Although everything was normal, he believed his wife had anticipated this step and prepared in advance."
"The wife noticed her husband's odd behavior and tried to talk to him several times, suggesting he see a doctor. But to the man, these words were an insult and betrayal. He felt the love between them had changed, and that was the first time he hit his wife."
"The act of violence didn't make the man feel regretful; instead, he found it to be the best way to control his wife. From then on, domestic violence became a daily occurrence, and the man's sensitivity completely changed him."
"That day was their wedding anniversary. The man asked his wife to wear her bridal gown, and makeup covered the bruises on her face. They sat together and took a family photo. At that time, the wife was nearly nine months pregnant."
"After the photo, the man suddenly blinded his wife's eyes and killed her, not even sparing the child in her womb."
"Why? Just because the night before, he finally found flirtatious messages between his wife and another man on her phone."
"Anger and fear filled his heart and mind. Anger at the betrayal, fear of losing her. To keep his wife, he chose the most extreme, yet what he believed was the best way to keep her."
"When his hands were stained with blood, he felt no remorse or pain. He believed it was an expression of his love for his wife, an incomparable love."
"Was it really so? No, it was just a perfectly normal chat record, but under the control of his sensitive nerves, he spent his days fantasizing about his wife's infidelity, and what he saw became distorted."
"When the wife was suffering, she felt despair, sadness, and endless resentment. That was their child; why could this beast stab the knife without hesitation?"
"The intense hatred severely affected the nine-month-old fetus, turning it into a vengeful infant. It had no innocence, only the flames of revenge."
"When the man went upstairs, intending to properly arrange his wife, the vengeful infant tore out of the womb and tore its father apart..."
The Eye of Analysis always showed him an unknown, inhumane reality, and Qin Nuo was used to it.
"It's getting dark; you should hurry and leave this village."
At this moment, the bride spoke again.
It seemed she was warning them of some danger after dark?
Qin Nuo didn't hesitate, leading Fang Ye and Black Rose away.
They left the house and ran out of the alley.
They saw many players coming out of houses, but many looked disheveled, and from some tiled houses came shrill screams and cries for help.
"It looks like we're bandits raiding a village, but in reality, we're the turtles in the jar."
Qin Nuo muttered.
Fang Ye raised an eyebrow, noticing something, and said, "Look outside the village!"
Following his gaze, they saw black fog rising outside the village, swallowing the white mist like a tsunami rushing in from outside the village.
"Whatever it is, just run."
"In five minutes, the train will leave! We..."
Before Black Rose could finish looking at her watch, Qin Nuo and Fang Ye had already started running.
As they ran out of the village, many players followed, heading for the train.
Through the thinning white mist, they could vaguely see the train stopped not far away, and behind them, the black fog was rolling in like a tidal wave.
Fang Ye was the first to jump onto the carriage, pulling Qin Nuo up with a reverse grip, followed by Black Rose, who was too exhausted to speak.
A whistle sounded from the front of the train, and then it began to move slowly.
Most players had boarded the train, and Qin Nuo and the others barely made it.
A few unlucky ones were left behind.
They ran desperately, but as the train picked up speed, they couldn't keep up.
In the last moments, as the black fog engulfed them, their figures rapidly split apart!
It seemed that within the black fog, something terrifying instantly tore their bodies apart.
"What was that?"
Many people saw it through the train windows, and their backs couldn't help but shiver.
Not getting on the train meant certain death!
"Close the door; those unlucky ones are gone!" someone said, starting to push the door shut.
As the door was about to close, an iron hook suddenly caught the gap, and a purple-haired man forced the door open, quickly flipping into the carriage.
The purple-haired man said nothing. As he put away the hook, he drew a small knife and pierced the hand of the man closing the door, pinning it to the iron door.
The man closing the door didn't scream, but his face twisted as he glared at the purple-haired man. "You're looking for death!"
Before he could finish speaking, the knife was at his throat, the tip cutting the skin and drawing a drop of blood.
Another inch, and it would pierce the throat!
The purple-haired man looked at him coldly and asked, "I have more than one life-saving card. Even if I die, I can continue the game. Do you want to try?"
The man closing the door panted but backed down, raising his hands and retreating step by step.
"Don't be so handsy next time, or I'll shove you back into your mother's womb!" the purple-haired man said as he put away the knife and continued speaking.
This retort made the man's face turn blue and white, but he accepted it.
In the carriage, conflicts couldn't break out; that was the unspoken rule.
The purple-haired man's hair reached his shoulders, tied with a hairband, and he wore a black vest with an Orient Loong God tattoo on his right arm.
Just from his sharp eyes, it was clear he wasn't someone to mess with!
He glanced at Fang Ye and the others, speaking coldly, "One of you tripped me earlier."
Fang Ye wasn't one to back down and asked calmly, "And then?"
"Are you admitting it?"
The purple-haired man drew the knife again.
Fang Ye also hid a hand behind his back.
The other players watched the two, amused and egging them on, hoping for some action to reduce the competition.
During the standoff, the purple-haired man suddenly chuckled, "I like your style."
With that, he put away the knife and walked to a seat.
Fang Ye only replied with one word, "Crazy!"
Qin Nuo leaned against the side, took out a bottle of water, drank two sips, and screwed the cap back on. "Impulse is the devil. Violence only makes things worse."
Fang Ye rolled his eyes at him. "You're the least qualified to say that."
"Where did you get the water?"
"Found it in the house earlier."
"Is it drinkable?" Fang Ye asked with a frown.
"As long as it looks clean, at most, you'll get a stomachache. It's just a game; do you really need to watch your diet? Do you stop at red lights when playing GTA?" Qin Nuo said indifferently.
"Give me a sip."
Fang Ye grabbed it and took two big gulps.
Black Rose, watching from the side, couldn't help but ask, "Can I have a sip too?"
"Men and women are different; indirect kissing isn't good."
"Don't think girls are so reserved. You said it yourself; it's just a game."
Black Rose took the half-empty bottle and drank it all in one go.
The train had water, but it was much worse than this.
Qin Nuo took out three pieces of ghost money, giving one to Fang Ye, and Black Rose also received one.
Holding the ghost money, Black Rose's beautiful face showed a slight smile. "I hope our cooperation continues smoothly!"
"Miss, what are you thinking? We were never in a cooperative relationship."
"The reason I'm giving you one is that the hostess gave it to you. If there were only two, you wouldn't get one."
Qin Nuo looked at Black Rose and made it clear.
Black Rose opened her mouth, glanced at Fang Ye, and remained silent.
"Let's return to our seats."
In the carriage, many players still wore bitter expressions, clearly not having obtained ghost money from the abandoned village.
What fate awaited them?
No one knew.
Qin Nuo returned to the last seat, flicked the ghost money with his fingers, and thought that the 100-value ghost money should mean he passed the level successfully, right?
As he put away the ghost money, Qin Nuo noticed the player across the aisle, who had spoken to him in the morning, looking at him eagerly.
Qin Nuo asked, "No ghost money?"
The player shook his head and asked with a dry laugh, "Master, do you have any spare change? Saving a life is like building a seven-story pagoda!"
"Just one whole piece."
"How about tearing it in half for you?" Qin Nuo looked at him.
The player was naturally willing. "I think that could work! Thank you, brother!"
But seeing Qin Nuo's smiling eyes, he understood and said helplessly, "Let's pretend I didn't say anything."
"Looks like this instance is just a one-day experience for me."
Qin Nuo ignored him. Even in the real world, he would act the same way in this situation. He was like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river, with no time to worry about others.
As the remaining seventy or so players in the carriage wore mixed expressions, there was a commotion at the front of the carriage.
Instantly, the entire carriage fell silent.
The old couple had returned...