Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 637 Curtain Call? The stronger I get, the stronger he gets!
The withered, headless corpse, like a tattered sack completely drained of life and soul, lost its last bit of support the moment the "rag doll" retracted the red thread.

With a loud "bang!", it crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even in death, his five fingers, now only withered skin, still clenched tightly around the old, gleaming parchment scroll.

Feng Ju never understood why, even on his deathbed, the great protection from the unseen forces did not continue to protect him this time.

Why did the adversity moment theorem, which seems to work every time, fail at the crucial moment?

Isn't it love anymore?
So, love disappears, right?
Before he died, he vowed that if he could live again, he would find out the truth of the matter.

only……

Is it really possible for a headless, desiccated corpse, whose soul has been devoured, to live a third life?
With Feng Ju's complete and spiritual death, the icon on the [Mask] system panel was also permanently fixed, making it impossible to downgrade or revert back.

And so, the system belatedly sent its congratulatory message:
[Congratulations! Your "doll" has enjoyed a delicious midnight snack.]
[Congratulations, you've also secretly enjoyed your midnight snack!]
[Congratulations! Your family has clearly divided the tasks and worked together seamlessly to enjoy this last supper.]
[You are the best family at the dinner table!]
[Your evil index has been greatly increased, game inheritance rate ↑↑↑]
[Experience Pack 1 and Experience Pack 2 were detected in the same scene; the synergy is activated.]
[This might be Feng Ju's farewell performance. Your Evil Index has been boosted by a critical strike... 5 times!!!]
[Your evil index has received a massive boost, game inheritance rate ↑↑↑↑↑]
[Your game inheritance rate has exceeded 20%!]
[Your inheritance level has reached a critical milestone, and you have unlocked a Silver Treasure Chest. Please check your inventory...]
[P.S.: Your Blood Bar Mystic Eye has completely transformed into the Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Mystic Eye. Your left eye has activated a pupil technique. This technique may have side effects, so please use it with caution...]
Lines of subtitles flashed across my retina like a waterfall before finally fading into silence.

Beneath the mask, [Masked] finally breathed a sigh of relief, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, returning to its normal state.

It's no wonder [Mask] is so cautious; the psychological trauma he suffered from the experience of successfully advancing [Health Bar Ghost Eye] only to regress to the previous level is too strong.

We cannot let our guard down until the system sends out the final, definitive settlement.

After all, this isn't the first or second time the system has pulled such a stunt.

Ultimately, [Mask]'s understanding of the system's bottom line is that it has no bottom line at all.

Otherwise, why does the distribution of settlement rewards always seem like a difficult labor, always delayed until the last minute?
Is it really just because of slow settlement or network delays?
Ha—surely no one actually believes the system was genuinely difficult to develop, right?
[Masked] narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the evil pupil power emanating from his left eye, as well as the cold light of the silver treasure chest floating in the void in his field of vision.

He stared at it for a moment before slowly closing the settlement interface.

Since the package has already been signed for, there's no need to rush to open it immediately.

Even if the system is shameless, it wouldn't go so far as to take back a reward that has already been received... right?

Most importantly, it was somewhat inappropriate to do this in front of Feng Ju, whose body was still warm, and the rag doll that had "killed its father to prove its Dao."

This is so unlucky!

The Silver Treasure Chest and the Kaleidoscope Eye Technique are both extremely rare prizes, so this final step of the draw must be done with a sense of ceremony.

You need to find a quiet place, bathe and burn incense before opening it.

To avoid having your luck tainted by some unlucky person/strange misfortune...
[Masked] closed the system panel and looked at the "rag doll".

The "rag doll" was staring blankly at the corpse on the ground, but the expression on its face gradually transitioned from the previous ecstasy, emotion, and enlightenment to an almost empty calm.

She stared blankly for two seconds, her gaze naturally falling on the parchment scroll.

Under the light, the parchment scroll gleamed with an unnatural oily sheen, and its edges were covered with fine patterns.

"corpse oil?"

The "rag doll" immediately recognized what the layer of oil was, just as a chef can tell at a glance that the oil spilled on clothes is rapeseed oil.

The more people who kill, the more knowledge they gain about things related to the dead.

The "rag doll" tilted its head slightly, its scarlet pupils and the newly formed vertical pupil between its brows focusing on the surface of the parchment scroll.

As intelligent as she was, she naturally noticed the suspicious nature of the parchment scroll.

Whether it's the eerie chill emanating from the parchment scroll itself, which can be felt even before contact, or Feng Ju's hand that never loosened its grip until his death, or the cracked gold safe on the ground...

The above clues were connected in the "rag doll's" mind, and it was easy to deduce that Feng Ju was in this villa to steal the parchment!

The sudden arrival of the boyfriend [Masked] was most likely due to being attracted by this parchment scroll!

"Ragdoll" isn't some love-struck fool who actually thinks [Mask] is there to go on a date with her.

She might say that, that's just the romance of being in love, but she would never really think that way.

She bent down and pried open the corpse's tightly clenched fingers.

Her stiff fingers were broken, but she didn't care and carefully pulled out the parchment scroll.

It feels cool and damp to the touch, with a delicate texture but also an unpleasant slippery feel.

She held the parchment in her hand, curious but not opening it.

Then, wiping away her tears, she turned to look at [the masked figure], her face beaming with the sweetest smile:
"Thank you for letting me enjoy this late-night snack all to myself. It's delicious. Here, take this."

Without asking a single question, she handed the parchment directly to [Masquerade].

This cleverness and obedience is something countless women/oddballs in love should learn from.

[Masked] took a deep look at the "rag doll".

Beneath the mask, the [Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Eerie Eye] rotates eerily, with black, white, and red halos flowing and shifting within its deep sockets.

His gaze pierced through the "rag doll's" sweet smile, revealing the twisted "love" and "taming" deep within her soul, as well as the caution and cunning she maintained even after her transformation.

"I've never seen such a convincing evil spirit; it's so realistic it's almost indistinguishable from the real thing," [Masked] thought to himself.

However, he wouldn't expose the experience pack, since the system continued to recognize it as an experience pack, so why would he expose it?

He didn't immediately take the parchment scroll, but instead asked in a deep, metallic voice devoid of emotion:
Aren't you curious about the secret hidden in this parchment?

The "rag doll" met his gaze, and without the slightest deception, honestly shook its head:

"I'm curious, but if you're not willing to tell me, I won't ask."

"Ragdoll" knew all too well that curiosity and excessive questioning were extremely dangerous when it came to a monster like [Mask].

If she were the Puppet Mother, she could easily tear open the other's head, but she was just a seed and needed to grow with this body. She was far from being a powerful evil spirit.

Therefore, when facing a potentially stronger monster, absolute trust and obedience are the wisest and most pleasing choices.

If she is to love him, she must love all of him, including his unspeakable secrets.

Absolute trust between people means having no secrets from each other, but absolute trust between monsters means never probing each other's secrets.

Through the cold, white mask on his face, [Masked] chuckled softly, the kaleidoscope in his eyes swirling gently.

The "rag doll" instinctively met the eyes of the "mask".

In an instant, I felt as if my soul was being sucked into a maze of mirrors, and a chill from the depths of my soul suddenly swept over my entire body.

This isn't a warning that the other party intends to harm you; rather, it's like standing on the edge of an abyss. Even if you do nothing but look down, the overwhelming sense of "presence" itself will trigger a primal sense of terror and trembling in your soul.

"Even though I had just finished a midnight snack, my strength suddenly surged and I awakened my third eye..."

A storm raged within the "rag doll," and the vertical pupils, glowing red between its brows, subtly contracted.

"But why is it that when I look at [Masked] again, I feel that the gap between me and him is getting bigger and bigger?!"

This feeling was both absurd and incredibly real. Before the transformation, she only felt that [the mask] was unfathomable.

After evolving, his power surged, but he felt that his opponent was even more unfathomable.

So, the more I transform, the weaker I become?

No, it should be that the stronger I am, the more I can "see" the power of [the mask].

It wasn't a disparity in strength, but rather a crushing defeat in terms of status.

No, as far as she knew, Zheng Hang hadn't been in the "mask" form for much longer than her.

At most one month, two months at most.

Are the advantages of running away first really that significant, since they're both monsters?
Or is it that [Mask] is actually different from me? He's not a host for [Evil Ritual] at all, nor is he the seed of other evil rituals, but rather...

"But what?"

I can't think of a reason for the "rag doll" yet.

This realization not only shocked the "rag doll" but also stirred up an indescribable excitement deep within her heart.

The monster she fell in love with was indeed far beyond imagination, a monster that fascinated even the strangest creatures!
The "rag doll" stared intently and stubbornly at the "mask."

But just 2 seconds later!

Her will was like a string stretched to its limit, making a noise as if it were about to snap.

My vision blurred and turned black, and I seemed to hear countless indescribable, yet insane, whispers that pierced my very soul.

Look at me like that, we can't even make eye contact.

The "rag doll" couldn't bear it any longer and finally, from the bottom of her heart, she hurriedly avoided her lover's affectionate gaze.

She lowered her head, breathing rapidly, and the light in her vertical pupils between her brows dimmed slightly without her realizing it.

Actually.

The term "rag doll" is a misunderstanding.

The stronger she is, the stronger the [mask] she can "see" will be.

While this understanding isn't necessarily wrong, the main reason is that... while "Ragdoll" was enjoying a late-night snack, [Masked] wasn't idle either.

He was also enjoying it, and he was absorbing more nutrients than she was.

"The rag doll" is enjoying Feng Ju's services, while "[Mask]" is enjoying "The rag doll" enjoying Feng Ju's services!
[Masked] then leisurely took the parchment scroll, but did not open it. Instead, he suddenly changed the subject and said in a low voice:
"I just heard you say... the person who cares about you the most in this world is [Masked]?"

The doll felt a chill, thinking that [Mask] was jealous.

When monsters fall in love, they must avoid making each other jealous, because jealousy could very well lead to the other eating them.

Her mind raced, a blush rose to her cheeks, and she said shyly:
"Yes, the person who cares about me the most in this world is [Masked], but my favorite monster is..."

She paused for a moment, then, without any hesitation or attempt to hide it, her face beaming with happiness, she said:
"It's [Masked] you!!!"

[Masked] chuckled.

The laughter carried a profound meaning that the "rag doll" couldn't understand, as if it had heard something extremely interesting.

[Masked] lightly flicked the parchment scroll in his hand, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said:
“I am not here to retrieve the parchment; quite the opposite, I am here to ensure that the parchment is delivered safely.”

The doll's eyes suddenly lit up, and a huge surge of joy welled up in its heart:
"Could it be... that it's going to be given to me?!"

[Masked] saw through the "rag doll's" self-delusion and corrected her:

"It's not for you, it's for that person outside, so I need you to do me a favor..."

Someone outside?

Aren't his night watchmen companions outside, as well as Zuo Bai and his companion "Old Huang"?

The "rag doll" paused slightly, feeling a little disappointed, but remained obedient and very understanding, saying:
"I understand, I'll help you."

Without asking how to do it or thinking about the potential troubles, she readily agreed.

Just like she said, she really loves [Mask] to death.

To love to the point of ignoring one's own disappointment, to love to the point of suppressing one's curiosity, to love to the point of doing anything for him without hesitation!
[Masked] couldn't help but feel a little touched.

....
Outside the villa, the night was as dark as ink, and a bloody storm was brewing.

The road surface under the streetlights was riddled with potholes, gravel was swirling around, and precious ornamental plants along the roadside were torn to pieces by the violent force of the air.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, the earthy smell, and a strange, rotting aroma that emanated from the burning of a soul.

It's very peculiar, like the smell of perfume added after composting feces.

Once you smell it, you'll never forget it.

Nicknamed "Old Huang," whose real name is Xiao Jiuzi, he is currently experiencing a surge in energy and has fallen into a near-manic state.

His only remaining arm was swollen like the arm of a giant ape, with bulging, bulging muscles and bluish-black veins throbbing wildly under his skin like twisted earthworms.

Visible dark red vapor rises from the skin's surface, and with each wave, it tears the air with cracks like shattered mirrors.

The "rejuvenation" extracted by burning one's soul grants combat power far exceeding normal levels, achieved at the cost of overdrawing one's life force.

He abandoned all defense and only focused on basic attacks, basic attacks, and endless basic attacks.

In an instant, the overwhelming ferocity suppressed the tall Night's Watchman.

The mysterious black robes that symbolized the Night's Watch's identity and majesty had long been torn into countless black strips by claws, scattered on their bodies or falling to the ground.

The tight-fitting clothes under the black robe were tattered, and the burly body was covered with new wounds. On his chest and arms, more than a dozen shocking finger holes were gushing out black poisonous blood.

However, the tall Night's Watchman was being overwhelmed and forced to retreat, his steps faltering...

However, it never collapsed in terms of momentum, and always stood firm like a rock.

Because of the characteristics of the "Nine Yang Crimson Skill", he is an absolute "tank".

Despite the increasing number of wounds on his body, with new wounds overlapping old ones and poisonous blood constantly seeping out, the deadly poison corroding his bones and piercing his heart, he was able to hold on no matter what.

However, he is now facing an extremely "fatal" problem.

His belt had been torn off by the opponent's insidious claw during a previous narrow dodge.

So much so that the loose waistband of the pants was slowly slipping down with vigorous movement...

(End of this chapter)