Life Dungeon Game

He felt a powerful force driving him to pin the woman against the wall and violently tear her clothes apart.

Seeing He Ao like this, Qi Ke smiled sweetly.

She slipped one hand through Heo's coat and touched his abs, while with the other she raised a small silver knife, aiming it at Christos's neck.

However, just as the knife was about to slip from her hand, she suddenly felt a tremendous force tighten around her waist.

He Ao wrapped one arm around Qi Ke's waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, and then grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife with his other hand.

At that moment, Kiko's head was resting on his shoulder, so his expression was completely obscured.

"What are you going to do?"

The dancer, who had always been so composed, asked, her hand, which had been reaching for He Ao's abdomen, clenched into a claw.

With a sudden, forceful thrust, the needle pierced He Ao's abdominal muscles, and bright red blood gushed out.

Without hesitation, He Ao lowered his head and bit down on Qi Ke's snow-white neck as Qi Ke's fingers pierced his abdominal muscles.

He had just used his short sword to cut a gash on the neck; the defenses here weren't very strong.

Sharp teeth pierced the pink muscle through the wound inflicted by the sword. He Ao bit down hard, tearing through the fragile muscle and the blood vessels beneath. Soon, he felt a warm, sweet liquid with a hint of rust rush into his throat.

At this moment, Qi Ke's hand had already torn open the muscles in his abdomen, and bright red blood gushed out along his body. Intense pain rushed into He Ao's mind.

But no matter how painful it was, Heo held on tightly to Qike's neck, sucking her blood.

Kiko is too agile. If it were a head-on battle, he would definitely be the one who gets worn down and killed because of the time limit on his Super Memory. So he has to create an opening to lure Kiko into a trap.

Therefore, suffering some injuries is acceptable.

"Mad, crazy."

Qi Ke struggled desperately, but to no avail. He Ao used all his strength to hold her firmly in place, preventing her from moving an inch.

"Hahaha, they're all crazy."

Realizing that struggling was futile, she suddenly gave up and burst into laughter.

He Ao ignored Qi Ke's actions. Qi Ke's claws were already reaching for his internal organs. The intense pain and blood loss assaulted his consciousness. The only thought in his mind now was to kill the woman in his arms.

Unbeknownst to him, a wisp of purple light flowed into his throat along with Qi Ke's blood.

At the same time, the consumption of the soul by hypermemory has quietly stopped.

A long time passed, whether it was tens of seconds, minutes, or even more than ten minutes, before Qi Ke's body finally lost all strength and slowly softened in He Ao's arms.

He Ao let go of her hand and watched her slide helplessly to the ground.

The loud music was still playing outside, but at this moment, He Ao's mind was filled with silence.

Kiko's body lay sprawled on the ground, her delicate mouth slightly open, staring blankly ahead. Blood stained most of her dress, adding a touch of bloody beauty to her sexy body.

He Ao fell to his knees. He had already realized that his extrasensory perception seemed to have undergone some kind of special change.

This change seems familiar.

Are you alright?

Christos had regained some strength by now. He struggled to his feet, walked over to Heo, and saw the horrifying wound on Heo's abdomen.

He reached for his clothes, wanting to tear off his white shirt to use as gauze.

But he is too weak now, so weak that he can't even tear a shirt.

"fine."

He Ao sighed softly. His left hand was a little sore and he couldn't use it for a moment. His hand had just grabbed Qi Ke's hand holding the knife when it was cut with several deep, bone-revealing wounds.

He took out a roll of medical gauze from his coat with his right hand, and then took out a small medical suture device.

This type of sewing machine can quickly...

He stapled the open wound together like a bookbinding paper. Usually, an anesthetic injection is needed to use this, but the anesthetic would affect He Ao's movement, so He Ao simply pressed it onto the wound.

Waves of intense pain washed over me.

The abdominal wound was torn and the wound was not neat. He Ao fixed the easier wound and sprayed it with the hemostatic spray that came with the suture needle.

Then he slowly unwrapped the gauze and tried to cover the wound.

Christos crouched down behind him and helped him lift his trench coat so that he could wrap the gauze without any obstruction.

At that moment, He Ao looked up and saw the direction Qi Ke was looking in, where a delicate birdcage was hanging.

A beautiful canary stood quietly in the birdcage, and at that moment, the canary's gaze was fixed on what was behind him.

Kiko is dead, but the mission is not over.

A cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of He Ao's head, followed by a familiar voice.

"Roy, you really surprise me."

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Chapter 127 The Witch Church's Plan (Please subscribe, favorite, and subscribe for monthly subscriptions)

“I’ve actually always had a question,” He Ao slowly raised his hands, turning his head carefully, little by little. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of long, slender legs encased in black pantyhose, followed by a sexy body shrouded in a long red dress. He Ao’s gaze gradually moved upward until a face that was extremely familiar to Roy came into view.

"Monica, can you answer me?"

Monica was Roy's ex-fiancée who left him after he went bankrupt.

“Don’t move. I don’t need to answer you.” Monica seemed quite satisfied with her superior position. She glanced at He Ao’s badly injured body and the pain on his face as he twisted his body, then glanced at Kiko’s corpse lying on the ground. Her finger was on the trigger. “Perhaps you can go ask Death.”

Christos turned to look at Monica, but even that was difficult. He looked at Heo and found him staring intently at the gun in Monica's hand.

So he weakly asked, "Monica, are you also a member of the Witch's Church? Did the corporation hire you to kill me?"

“Yes,” Monica smiled slightly and looked at Christos. “Mr. Christos, please wait a moment, it will be your turn soon.”

The instant her gaze shifted from He Ao, the seemingly weak He Ao suddenly sprang to life. He tilted his head slightly, dodging the black muzzle of the gun, and then with a powerful punch to Monica's wrist with his right hand.

click -

With an extremely faint sound, Monica's wrist bone was shattered, and the gun she was gripping loosened slightly for a brief moment.

He Ao smoothly changed his fist into a palm, twisted and pulled, and snatched the gun into his hand, pointing it at Monica's forehead.

In that brief, fleeting moment of eye contact, the situation reversed for the person being held at gunpoint.

“I think you can answer my question now,” He Ao slowly stood up, looking down at Monica. Because of the strenuous exercise just now, blood seeped from his abdomen again, staining the white gauze red.

"I love you, I have always loved you."

Monica stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and said as she backed away.

“I’m not surprised that the Nord Consortium can copy my products, but,” Heo glanced at her, ignoring what she said, and asked softly, “how did they find my supplier list and downstream distributor list so accurately? Why are they always able to ‘guess’ my response strategy and target me precisely?”

"I'm doing this for our future. Your struggle against the conglomerate is doomed to fail."

Monica was now leaning against the wall, her hands clenching nervously as they touched the hem of her skirt.

"So you sold me for a good price?"

He looked at her calmly.

"No, I still love you. You have to believe me. I just wanted to wait until my life was better before I came back to you, and we could live a better life together."

Tears welled in Monica's eyes. "Even when I pointed the gun at you just now, it wasn't because I wanted to kill you."

I only wanted to injure you and then fake your death to deceive the church. I really didn't intend to kill you.

“I also brought some special first-aid medicine.” She quickly turned up her skirt, revealing a silver steel leg ring that was slightly recessed into her flesh, which covered her black stockings. A small medicine bottle was attached to the leg ring, and Monica reached for it. “I really didn’t mean to kill you. I still love you.”

"Don't move," Heo lowered the muzzle of his gun. "What is the Witch Church's plan?"

“We…they want to perform a sacrificial ritual to summon the offspring of the Witch of Desire,” Monica paused, but still held the vial. “They failed once before, so this time they’re determined to succeed.”

She raised her head and looked at He Ao with deep affection. "Roy, I have always loved you. Everything I did was for our future. I learned a lot at the Witch's Church. I'm sure you'll like it."

At that moment, a ripple stirred in He Ao's heart, a feeling stemming from Roy's emotions.

Roy truly loved Monica, and for a long time, he genuinely wanted to marry this woman, have children, and live a peaceful life together.

Monica noticed the change in He Ao's expression, and she slowly pulled the medicine bottle from the leg ring.

“We can sneak away and pretend nothing happened. I’ve saved a lot of money over the years, although it still doesn’t reach the life I once planned to give you. But if you don’t mind working hard with me, we can leave Dawn City and go somewhere where no one can find us and live a peaceful life.”

Her voice was exceptionally soft, like a spring breeze caressing He Ao's cheek, carrying a touch of warmth and sweetness. At the same time, she slowly picked up the medicine bottle in her hand.

"I love you, Roy, I really, really love you."

"careful!"

Christos, who was behind him, quickly called out.

boom--

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out.

Monica stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her.

The bullet pierced her forehead, shattering the back of her head, and bright red blood splattered all over the wall behind her.

She gripped the small medicine bottle tightly in her hand. The bottom of the bottle wasn't sealed with plastic; instead, it had a dark gun muzzle.

This is a miniature gun disguised as a medicine bottle.

Her body slid to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a muffled sound.

"Thank you."

He threw the gun in his hand onto Monica's body and said softly.

This is a response to the phrase 'I love you'.

The gun he just threw was probably a weapon specifically designed to target superhumans; it was more powerful than a regular handgun.

After the gunshot, the entire backstage area fell into a brief silence.