"Why don't you come in? If you don't take care of that face soon, it will leave a scar."

"Look at your ankle, twisted like this, it's pitiful to see. Such a beautiful girl, are you really going to become a hideous, hobbling cripple?"

The previous line was slightly mocking in an old voice, then the tone suddenly heightened, turning into a piercing child's voice.

"You don't cherish your body, but the Puppet Mother doesn't like the host body to be a lame. Still not coming in? Do I need to invite you personally?"

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill run through her body. She didn't understand what the Puppet Mother was, but the words 'host body' gave her an extremely ominous feeling.

But she seemed to have no choice!

Facing Ge Qingming's gaze, filled with both kindness and hidden malice, Feng Yuhuai braced herself and stepped into the clinic.

The creaking roll-up door fell down again, as if dividing the inside and outside into two different worlds.

Zhang Hao stood at the door, his hands resting on his intestines, his eyes half-open, half-closed, motionless like a horror puppet in a wax museum, blocking Feng Yuhuai's escape route.

The clinic was filled with the smell of disinfectant. As Feng Yuhuai followed along, her footsteps echoed in the silent space until Ge Qingming finally stopped at the deepest part.

A strong odor of Formalin Water wafted out, the pungent smell mixed with a faint stench, causing anyone to involuntarily wrinkle their nose.

Feng Yuhuai's complexion turned as pale as paper instantly. She covered her nose tightly, her brows furrowed, and a flash of terror passed through her wide eyes.

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the mixed smell had already given her a rough idea of the situation below.

"Don't worry, you are a special guest invited by the Puppet Mother, they won't harm you."

Ge Qingming went down the stairs calmly, his steps quick. When he turned, his body bent at a strange angle of ninety degrees, and he gazed warmly at Feng Yuhuai who was following behind, trying to comfort her.

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill rise up her spine, her scalp felt like it was stretched to the limit, almost about to split.

She knew very well that everything happening before her had already surpassed the realm of martial arts, reaching into the mysterious domains that were only whispered about in class, where teachers were reluctant to delve deeply.

"Is it the strange strength gained from an Evil Sacrificial Ceremony? Or a product of mutation? Or perhaps a monster that escaped from the Hidden Sect?"

"What is the purpose of this creature that looks human on the outside, yet is unknown on the inside? And when did it start targeting me?"

Feng Yuhuai's heart felt as though it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. Her gaze fixed on the horrifying scene in the basement:

Naked bodies stitched together like poorly crafted dolls, covered with crisscrossing scars from stitches. Their eyes were all half-opened, as if they hadn't fully died, yet didn't appear truly alive either.

They were cruelly hooked like drying clothes, suspended in the air, swaying dangerously.

The intuition that Feng Yuhuai had just confirmed and trusted, about the sense of danger, was warning frantically, like boiling water lifting a pot lid, almost about to explode.

And indeed, the next second, she heard Ge Qingming say to her softly, "Be obedient, take off your shirt and lie on the bed."

Feng Yuhuai didn't misunderstand. She looked at the iron bed Ge Qingming was pointing to and understood that he wasn't someone like Yang Tuo, driven by lust. No, he was also coveting her body, but in a far more terrifying way.

Because the iron bed still had blood that hadn't completely dried, along with scattered bits of flesh.

Feng Yuhuai stood as if rooted to the spot, unable to move. She asked, her throat dry, "What are you going to do to me?"

Ge Qingming wasn't a doctor who lied to his patients. He replied honestly, "I'll treat the wounds on your face first, then fix your broken ankle. Once everything is done."

"I will open your chest and plant the seed gifted by the Puppet Mother into your heart."

Feng Yuhuai's gaze swept over the hanging bodies, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, her voice fraught with undeniable fear, "Like them?"

Ge Qingming quickly shook his head, urgently explaining:

"No, no, no, they are just Corpse Puppets I created, without their own will. From the moment they're born, they're completely molded, losing any possibility of growth and change, just insignificant toys."

Ge Qingming's expression turned serious, his tone unusually earnest:

"You are different. You are the blessed one favored by the Puppet Mother. The Puppet Mother will transform you into a Human Puppet. You will have the space to continue growing, full of infinite malleability until you fully mature. At that point, you might even become a candidate host chosen by the Puppet Mother."

He paused, his eyes filled with fervent flames:

"The Human Puppet, that's the greatest work of art! Oh, how I long to be the one chosen by the Puppet Mother."

His voice carried a tinge of regret and envy:

"Alas, my ugly body cannot catch the Puppet Mother's eye. Girl, you are truly a lucky child, to be chosen by the Puppet Mother, what an honor."

"Quickly, lie down, don't keep the great Puppet Mother waiting."

Ge Qingming's tone carried a hint of urgency as he rolled up his sleeves, put on sterilized gloves, and picked up a scalpel from the box beside him.

Feng Yuhuai cursed "madman" in her heart, her eyes filled with despair, but she still asked, "I've never met you. How did you start targeting me?"

She realized now that her rescue earlier wasn't a coincidence. This person must have been watching her from the shadows for a long time. Even if she were to die, she had to figure out when this madman latched onto her.

Ge Qingming didn't hide the origin of this connection. He laughed and said, "Girl, you should thank your brother. It was the day he visited my clinic. He inadvertently touched the clone of the Puppet Mother, which allowed the Puppet Mother to sense your presence on him."

Why did my presence remain on Feng Mu?

Feng Yuhuai was baffled, but the answer didn't matter anymore. Who knows what weird special abilities these bizarre horrors possess?

But in any case, the truth had come to light. Once again, it was Feng Mu who brought misfortune upon her.

First, sending people to kill me, now attracting even greater terror to me. Oh, Feng Mu, what did I, Feng Yuhuai, do to deserve such hatred from you, repeatedly trying to kill me?

Feng Yuhuai's throat felt like it had been scraped with sandpaper, so dry that she could barely speak. She asked with extreme bitterness, "Then, that person who attacked me just now, is his rotting, eerie arm also a power similar to that bestowed by the Puppet Mother?"

Ge Qingming sneered contemptuously several times, speaking in a mocking tone, "Don't compare those stinking wastes of the Calamity Corpse Sect with the Puppet Mother. They are merely the enemies your brother attracted."

The enemies my brother attracted?!!!

"So, it wasn't Feng Mu who sent someone to kill me, but rather, I was taking the hit for Feng Mu?"

Feng Yuhuai suddenly realized, wanting to cry but having no tears left, feeling so wronged she wished for death.

"Feng Mu brings disaster to me, and I bear the brunt for him? Feng Mu, you really are my good brother..."

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