Feng Yuhuai completely broke down and turned around to flee.

But just as she turned her neck, she was horrified to find that her body was out of control, involuntarily moving step by step toward the iron bed.

Her hands also seemed to have their own will, mechanically pulling off the buttons of her top.

One piece of clothing after another slipped to the floor, and in horror, Feng Yuhuai watched herself climb onto the iron bed in a twisted and bizarre posture.

She felt the congealed filth and decayed flesh adhering to her smooth back, the sensation sending shivers throughout her body, goosebumps instantly covering her skin.

Only when her body lay completely flat, motionless, did Feng Yuhuai vaguely see several transparent threads.

These threads had silently wrapped around her limbs at an unknown time, as if an invisible hand was manipulating her, turning her into a marionette at its whim.

"Girl, Puppet Mother mercifully saved your life, why would you run away?" Ge Qingming said coolly, bending slowly, meticulously removing the rotten flesh and ants from Feng Yuhuai's face with the tip of a knife.

"The Puppet Mother is the fairest, not like humans who always snatch what doesn't belong to them from their kind; the Puppet Mother always gives first and then takes back what is rightfully hers."

"Just like today, Puppet Mother saved your life; shouldn't you be grateful and willingly dedicate your life to her? How can you run away ungratefully?"

"Ah, why do humans never learn gratitude?"

After picking off the ants, Ge Qingming gently sewed up her wound, his eyes filled with intense questioning and disappointment, as if ashamed and despairing at the ugly soul hidden beneath the human shell.

Feng Yuhuai was in excruciating pain, and it was bad enough that the doctor spoke nonsense, but he was performing surgery without anesthesia?

The wounds on her face were stitched together, blood flowed into her eyes, and her twisted ankle was forcibly snapped back into place, shattered bones embedded in the flesh.

Feng Yuhuai wanted to die from the pain, finding solace only in speaking to distract herself.

She asked in a trembling voice, "So all these people, you saved them first, then turned them into Corpse Puppets?"

Ge Qingming openly admitted, "Yes, everyone in this room was originally a patient at the clinic. Under Puppet Mother's watchful eyes, I saved them, and they repaid my kindness with gratitude."

"Oh, by the way, that person you saw today, he wasn't a patient. He barged in here himself last week, his body already shattered. He intended to sew himself up, but Puppet Mother's teachings stress helping others, so..."

Ge Qingming seemed to recall a pleasurable moment, his laughter tinged with an unnatural eeriness: "The connections between people can indeed be so wondrous, so unpredictable."

Tears flowed from Feng Yuhuai's eyes: "So you've had your eyes on me for a long time, until today when I faced danger, you saved my life, thus adhering to Puppet Mother's fairness?"

Ge Qingming was pleased that Feng Yuhuai finally grasped the true meaning of fairness.

He gripped the knife, slicing open her chest, blood now splattering his face; he did not blink, admiring the exposed mangled organs as though observing an unformed work of art.

"What a perfect host prototype, only missing the seed blessed by Puppet Mother."

Ge Qingming's voice brimmed with fervent passion, carefully removing a cloth doll from his shoulder with his blood-stained hand, skillfully prying open an already unstitched eye.

Amazingly, he extracted a bizarre eyeball brimming with tendrils from within, like a seed awaiting planting.

Ge Qingming lovingly cradled the eyeball—more fittingly referred to as a seed—gently inserting it into Feng Yuhuai's chest under her terrified gaze.

"Praise the great Puppet Mother, oh chosen host candidate, grow desperately."

"Use your body as a cradle, delighting Puppet Mother with death and wailing, nurturing the seed within with your kin's corpses and blood."

"Defeat other candidates, becoming the final one, and look forward to the day when Puppet Mother emerges from your body, bestowing unparalleled power upon this world of eternal night!"

Ge Qingming raised both hands high, kneeling on the ground, loudly chanting the great words of the ritual.

The cloth doll with the unstitched eye emitted an eerie little girl's voice, jumped onto the bloody iron bed, leaving tiny bloody footprints, eventually sitting atop Feng Yuhuai's forehead.

Feng Yuhuai's eyes were vacant, full of terror and daze, as the seed parasitized her, a deluge of bloody and horrific teachings flooding her mind like an inescapable nightmare.

The beauty and brightness she once hoped for were instantly drowned in endless terror.

"I must keep killing to nurture the seed within, or it will consume me dry."

"But once I start killing, I truly descend into the abyss of evil, and if exposed, I will be hunted and arrested, forever hiding in darkness like a rat."

"Even if I remain undiscovered, continually nurturing the seed until fruition, Puppet Mother will devour everything of mine, bursting forth!"

Feng Yuhuai was completely despairing, realizing that the three paths before her all led inevitably to death.

The most terrifying was that even if she committed suicide now, it was too late, the cloth doll on her forehead would take over her body, preventing her from seeking life or death.

Feng Yuhuai finally understood that the fear of waiting for death far exceeded death itself, and more despairing than waiting for death was that no matter how she struggled, it would only accelerate her fall into the abyss of death.

"Ahead lies the abyss; every fork is a dead end, without a trace of life and brightness!"

Just yesterday, she was a Martial Arts prodigy, the hope of her parents, the pride of teachers and classmates, and now she was condemned to crawl pathetically in darkness, reviled by both man and ghost alike as a Cultist.

Such an extreme contrast, like falling from a bright paradise to a dark hell, was something Feng Yuhuai could not accept, her eyes rolling white as she fainted completely.

...

[As a villain boss, your every move inherently affects those around you, even your unintended actions.]

[If someone ascends because of you, for sure someone else descends into chaos, and should anyone fall into evil initially because of you.]

[Then you are their guide in the darkness, and all the evil consequences they bear trace back to you in some degree.]

[All these evil acts committed under your influence will enhance your evil index.]

[Furthermore, if close relatives and friends face calamities due to you, your evil index will also rise, thus increasing your Game Inheritance Level.]

[Remember, a villain who cannot spread their misfortune to those close to them isn't fit to be called a competent villain!]

[Congratulations, tonight, your sister Feng Yuhuai suffered misfortunes one after another because of you, significantly raising your evil index and Game Inheritance Level ↑↑]

[Your current Inheritance Level is raised to 6%, you have received your reward...]

In his sleep, lines of notification boxes silently crossed Feng Mu's eyelids...

P.S.: Ge Qingming appears in Chapter 30 as the doctor of the black clinic. If you've forgotten, go back to check it out.

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