Ruan Qing cast a glance at the blood-red robot that had already disappeared at the end of the corridor and ran in the opposite direction.
If this puppet couldn’t make it through tonight, then everything in this instance would be solely on the shoulders of those two robots.
After all, once this body died, he could only passively lie in bed until the last day.
What the situation would be like at that time, he found it hard to predict and analyze.
He just hoped that nothing unexpected would happen on the side of the robots.
Running and taking a deep breath, Ruan Qing intentionally made a slight sound to avoid being discovered by Yang Wenmin.
Then he ran at the fastest speed in the direction he had chosen, wanting to create some distance and hide.
However, after he made the sound, although he couldn’t see Yang Wenmin’s figure yet, Ruan Qing seemed to have already sensed the powerful aura of Yang Wenmin.
A chilling feeling gradually rose in Ruan Qing’s heart, and even the cells all over his body screamed to run.
Too fast, Yang Wenmin must have already caught up nearby.
There’s no time to run far and hide.
He must find a place to hide immediately.
Ruan Qing stopped his steps, quickly looked around, and finally chose a room at a corner.
***
Yang Wenmin thought he could quickly catch the peeping mouse, but he didn’t expect that several minutes passed without him finding the person.
He destroyed another robot, his figure disappeared again, and the next second appeared in front of the other robots.
Until all the robots were destroyed.
Nothing could disturb his judgment anymore.
Yang Wenmin looked at the tablet on the ground, with only parts left, and directly turned around expressionlessly.
Good, for hundreds of years, this was the first time someone dared to play tricks on him like this.
He wanted to see where the other party could run to.
He would let the other party know the price they would pay for playing tricks on him.
Yang Wenmin’s figure disappeared again, this time appearing at the door of a room.
It was the room Ruan Qing had chosen earlier.
Yang Wenmin expressionlessly opened the wardrobe door, revealing a man unconscious and slumped inside the wardrobe.
Yang Wenmin glanced indifferently. The man was unharmed and not in a state of unconsciousness.
It seemed he just hid there, and no one noticed him, so he peacefully fell asleep.
...Was this a mockery of him?
Yang Wenmin ruthlessly reached out, directly gripping the man’s fragile neck, and then slowly tightened it.
It wasn’t an instant breaking of the man’s neck, but a gradual suffocation leading to death.
It was a feeling several hundred times more unbearable than instant death.
After all, the most painful thing was not death, but watching oneself slowly die without being able to do anything about it.
However, Ruan Qing couldn’t hear or see at this moment.
He didn’t even know that Yang Wenmin had arrived.
Although he was still in the male player’s body, he no longer controlled it.
Otherwise, with his blood-shadow-attracting constitution, he would only be discovered more quickly.
But even if Ruan Qing knew that Yang Wenmin had come, he would still be helpless.
After all, Yang Wenmin was too powerful; he couldn’t beat him, nor could he escape.
Apart from awaiting the verdict of death, he couldn’t do anything.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used himself to divert Yang Wenmin, just to give those two robots a chance to escape.
As long as things went smoothly on the robots’ side, the death of this puppet’s body wouldn’t matter.
As for whether it would disrupt the plan of that player similar to the advanced male player to seize the power of the ‘god,’ that was not a question he needed to consider.
That’s how Ruan Qing originally thought, but he didn’t expect death to come so quickly.
Once the body chosen by the ‘Illusion Soul Bell’ died, he would immediately be expelled from the body.
Ruan Qing had already felt the force of expulsion.
The body he possessed was about to... die.
At the critical moment, Ruan Qing opened his eyes and then understood what was happening.
Yang Wenmin was standing right in front of him, his right hand tightly gripping his neck.
He was strangling.
Due to the suffocation and the pain, a layer of mist covered Ruan Qing’s eyes, and a painful expression appeared on his face.
He woke up a bit late, and this body was about to breathe its last.
Even his pupils were starting to dilate.
Ruan Qing subconsciously reached out, wanting to grab the hand of Yang Wenmin that was squeezing his neck.
Ruan Qing didn’t expect to be able to break free. After all, he had no strength due to lack of oxygen.
He was even prepared to give up this puppet and return to his own body.
But then, with a gentle pull, Ruan Qing actually managed to break Yang Wenmin’s grip.
Due to suffocation and lack of oxygen, Ruan Qing felt weak all over. Without the support of Yang Wenmin’s hand, he directly sat down on the ground.
In a very embarrassed manner, he covered his neck, breathing heavily.
But Ruan Qing didn’t have time to adjust his own condition. He took advantage of Yang Wenmin’s momentary distraction and quickly flashed to the window.
Then he swiftly climbed out through the window.
Meanwhile, Yang Wenmin just watched him leave. A trace of hesitation and confusion appeared on his usually serious and handsome face.
There was even some doubt about life as he touched his own heart.
Apart from the intense beating, emotions of pain and self-blame were spreading there, making him very uncomfortable.
Was ‘god’... so fickle?
See one, love one? (T/N: A phrase that suggests a tendency to fall in love easily or have romantic feelings for someone upon meeting them.)
And the objects favored by ‘god’ varied so much.
One, a beautiful young man like a fairy, the other, an ordinary man who could easily get lost in a crowd.
Yang Wenmin couldn’t understand.
How could ‘god’ favor two people at the same time?
Yang Wenmin, with an expressionless face, thought, perhaps it’s not just two people.
This ‘god’ really was a scumbag.
But he was not ‘god’; one lover was enough for him.
Since it’s disturbing his peace of mind, it’s time to eliminate it.
Yang Wenmin’s figure disappeared, once again chasing after the man.
Ruan Qing noticed Yang Wenmin not far ahead, and his eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, he changed his direction, determined to move away.
If they were above the villa, Ruan Qing might have tried to make the blood-red tentacles notice him and lead Yang Wenmin away. After all, if the blood-red tentacles went berserk and hit the barrier, Yang Wenmin would certainly not ignore it.
However, in the basement where he was now, Ruan Qing didn’t even have a chance to go up. He could only do his best to escape.
The physical fitness of this body was definitely not bad, but compared to someone like Yang Wenmin, who had teleportation skills, it was incomparable.
Ruan Qing began to struggle for breath after running for a while, and even with his full effort, he couldn’t shake off Yang Wenmin.
Yang Wenmin leisurely followed behind him, cruelly toying with him as if playing a cat-and-mouse game. He gave him hope, then made him despair.
Ruan Qing couldn’t understand Yang Wenmin’s intentions. He could have killed him directly, but each time, he spared him only to continue chasing him. Especially when it seemed like Yang Wenmin absolutely wanted to kill him.
Contrary to his thoughts, Yang Wenmin actually found it hard to kill him decisively.
Even when he saw Ruan Qing almost hitting the wall, he subconsciously slowed down.
The influence of the ‘god’ ran deep in him, and it made him think of something.
Clearly, there were two people, so why kill this one?
He wasn’t someone who cared about appearances, insisting on the more good-looking one.
If it were the sickly one, he probably would have begged him to stop in bed within a few minutes.
The man in front of him was obviously in better health and much more robust.
Even if he pushed the limits in bed, it probably wouldn’t break him.
But this man seemed like the type who wouldn’t act coy or cling to him.
