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With a thud, Yu Qing staggered back two steps and was forced against the wall, his head tipped back as he endured the hand's teasing.

Gradually, tears seeped from the corners of his pretty eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed frantically, and a thin sheen of sweat coated his delicate neck. His throat seemed unbearably uncomfortable; beyond "mm" and "ngh," he could make no other sound.

After Ghost Granny vanished, the little third floor fell utterly silent. No other streamers came near, and there was nothing that could help him...

Yu Qing's breathing rose and fell without pause, his long white hair growing increasingly disheveled. Tentatively, he lowered himself, slowly bending his knees into a crouch. Shifting position, he reached for the knife that had been knocked to the floor.

But the instant his fingertips touched the handle, bang-

Two more hands reached out and clamped down on his shoulders, pinning him to the floor and snuffing out every thought of resistance.

"Nngh..."

The corners of Yu Qing's eyes trembled. Clear saliva slowly trickled from his lips, but the hand still refused to let him go. As though he had set a precedent, it lingered reluctantly, moving back and forth.

Yu Qing wanted to bite it, but he could not even close his teeth. Instead, he raised his hand, gripped the knife again, and swung it hard!

"Cough, cough, cough!" The hand fled so quickly that he had no chance to use the blade, but at last, Yu Qing gained a brief reprieve.

Sweat at his temples drenched his white hair. He wanted to sit up, but his body had gone limp, and his earlier struggles had left his waist too weak to support him. He could only lie on the floor for now, slowly catching his breath as his chest rose and fell.

Thud, thud, thud-

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him. Yu Qing's gaze sharpened slightly as he listened closely. They were very different from Ghost Granny's slow thudding earlier.

Whoever it was ran fast, accompanied by harsh, labored breathing. Probably-a player fleeing for his life!

Thump!

Sure enough, barely had Yu Qing finished the thought when a burly, scar-faced man came running down the stairs and braced himself against the wall, struggling to catch his breath.

His hair was cropped short in the standard prison cut.

He was also wearing a somewhat faded prison uniform.

Perhaps because he had been running so hard for his life, his breathing was heavy, and he seemed unsteady and irritable. The danger he posed was palpable.

Yu Qing's fingertips shifted as he tried to turn his head for a look, but... he had never been physically strong, and he did not want to waste his strength on anything pointless.

So he stayed as he was, his head tilted back as he caught his breath.

The two sets of breathing, one soft and one harsh, soon overlapped, rising and falling in the empty stairwell.

The burly man gradually realized something was off. Slowly, he raised his eyes and fixed a greedy stare on the young man nearby.

His gaze flickered, and his livestream chat grew excited too.

[Holy shit, holy shit, look! A beauty!]

[Looks like a beauty who just escaped here and has no strength left, too. Those gasps sound so sweet. Streamer, go for it!]

[Wait, what do you mean? I just got here. I don't get it.]

[Hahahaha, check the streamer's profile yourself. He's a complete lunatic, a death-row inmate. He raped and murdered 189 girls in three years. Their average age was fourteen.]

[Damn... that beauty's in trouble. Such long hair-is that a guy or a girl?]

"Who cares if it's a guy or a girl? I'll have my fun first. I'll stream it for you, so remember to tip me." Suddenly, the burly man spoke.

Cutting off the chat's speculation, he strode over and stopped beside Yu Qing, looking down at his slender body.

The young man's thin lips were bright red, his shirt hung open in disarray, and red marks covered his body.

"Hahahaha, fuck." The burly man curled his lips, exposing a mouthful of crooked yellow teeth. "Someone's already had their fun with this one. What a little slut!"

Yu Qing could not see the man's livestream screen, but from his excited expression, he could more or less guess what a cesspool the chat had become.

"Little beauty, I've been pent up for ages. Come have some more fun with me!" As he spoke, he had already unbuckled his belt. Just as he was about to bend down, Yu Qing said, "Greetings, esteemed streamer. I am your guide NPC."

"!!!"

Suddenly, the burly man stopped dead. What had just sprung up wilted in fright, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

But Yu Qing continued, "I spent a little too long playing with my husband just now, and I have no strength left. Please forgive me for failing to come out and welcome you."

...N...PC?

Streamers were not permitted to harm NPCs-especially not the lover of the black mist boss!

The burly man seemed badly shaken and involuntarily retreated several more steps. Seeing the hands that had yet to withdraw into the black mist, his pupils instantly contracted, and he almost forgot how to breathe. Especially when that mass of black mist enveloped him again...

"Aaaaaah-"

Within the black mist, dozens of hands suddenly closed in. The fastest pressed straight onto his left shoulder, and with a series of cracks-

Crushed it to pieces.

His agonized screams echoed through the stairwell. Sweat covered the burly man's body as he struggled with all his might before finally managing to run two steps forward. His feet faltered, and he fell to the floor.

Then Yu Qing heard him curse his livestream chat without the slightest hesitation.

The intense pain contorted the man's face, and cold sweat nearly soaked through his prison uniform.

Only then did Yu Qing gather enough strength to stand. Casually brushing the dust off his clothes, he turned and stood before the dense black mist, looking down at the trembling man.

His eyes slowly curved into a smile. "How awful. How could you be so careless and make my husband angry?"

"I could have entertained you, but now..."

Yu Qing raised his hand and leisurely toyed with the double-edged knife, advancing on the burly man one step at a time.

The knife had failed to cut a monster earlier. He wondered whether it would be easier to use on a person.

The burly man's breathing remained ragged as he kept shrinking back. Once Yu Qing forced him into a corner, he actually began enduring the pain of his shattered shoulder to bang his head against the floor.

"I was wrong! I didn't mean to lust after you! I deserve to die! I said the wrong thing! I deserve to die, sob..."

In the next instant, Yu Qing's knife tip pressed against his forehead.

The skin broke, staining the blade with blood. Yu Qing saw two lines of text appear on the handle.

[True form: human (death-row inmate)]

[Cause of formation: raped and murdered 189 underage girls in three years]

"Oh." So he was scum.

Still, the knife was quite useful-it really could analyze anything's true form and the cause of its formation.

Yu Qing's knife tip kept moving, slicing open the skin of the scumbag's forehead. Blood ran down.

The burly man stared behind Yu Qing, trembling continuously in despair. Yet at the depths of that endless despair, his eyes suddenly lit up.

As though he had discovered something... extraordinary.