Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 251 - 235: No Answer?

The female university student spoke in a gentle, slightly reproachful tone, as if chatting casually, but every word felt like it was weaving a ghost story, sending chills down one's spine.

Chang Wei felt his scalp tingle instantly. He couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind the university student's words, but his years of experience as a veteran prison guard guaranteed that the whirling, spiral-shaped eyes before him, were definitely not human.

"You are…?"

Chang Wei's voice carried terror and unease as he frantically summoned all his vital energy and blood, trying to escape the eerie restraint beneath his feet.

Feng Yuhuai had painstakingly crafted this ambush and would not give Chang Wei any room for resistance.

With a mere lift of her five fingers, they dissolved into countless red threads, which pierced into Chang Wei's body as if sewing clothes.

These threads then formed clots blocking his vital energy pathways, locking his energy flow entirely.

"Puppetry: Vein Cutting!"

Feng Yuhuai was indeed a martial arts prodigy. This puppet technique was her own creation and was used in actual combat today for the first time with impressive results.

Chang Wei felt as if all his blood and energy were frozen in an instant, losing their vibrant flow.

Without the augmentation from energy circulation, relying solely on his muscles and bones' strength was far from enough to break those steel-like red threads.

Then, Chang Wei finally saw clearly that what ensnared his feet were countless strands of red threads.

These threads flowed from beneath the university student's feet like numerous tiny blood serpents, silently first wrapping around his shoes and ankles, then swiftly winding upward to scatter and wrap around his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, he was cocooned in a blood-like chrysalis, standing upright, with only a rigid head exposed.

"You, you, you...who on earth are you?"

Chang Wei was horrified, his voice trembling and stuttering, as if squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

Feng Yuhuai gazed deeply at Chang Wei. Her response was equally deep and soul-searching: "That question, I don't quite understand myself right now."

Chang Wei's eyes were wide open with terror, hearing another overlapping childlike voice emanating from the university student's mouth.

Cang Qingsen's mother heard the commotion in the living room, teary-eyed, she walked out: "I couldn't find any cloth in my younger son's room just now..."

The voice abruptly stopped.

Feng Yuhuai looked at the frozen woman, speaking in sync with both the university student and the childlike voice:

"Auntie, no need to search, sorry, I lied to you earlier. Actually, Cang Qingsen already returned the cloth doll to me, and moreover..."

Facing Chang Wei, Feng Yuhuai might not have been able to confront directly, but she chose the most insidious and reliable approach—an ambush.

Facing Cang Qingsen's mother, she sensed the frail flow of energy within her, more accurately than any martial arts examination could detect; she confirmed the woman had no martial cultivation, just an ordinary middle-aged woman.

With an overt gesture of her finger toward the latter, the woman was instantly lifted straight from the ground, hanging from the ceiling.

A circle of red lines appeared on Cang Qingsen's mother's neck, subtly seeping blood.

Suspended in mid-air, her legs flailed unconsciously, and her hands clutched at the lines tightly, her face flushed as it swelled with red.

Finally, the university student and childlike voice leisurely said: "And, you two are my new cloth dolls~"

Chang Wei was chilled to his bones, while Cang Qingsen's mother struggled desperately in suspended desperation, nearly choked too much to speak.

Yet, she still mustered all her strength to squeeze out, in a hoarse whisper barely audible over the strain of near-death, her final words.

She didn't ask who the university student was, what she wanted, nor did she plea for mercy or life.

She just choked out, with a raspy, sputtering voice: "Xiaosen, Xiaosen, where are you?"

Though seemingly a simple middle-aged woman, not even perceptive enough to notice the university student's abnormality from the start,

at the brink of death, her instinct was lightning-fast compared to her brother Chang Wei; her immediate reaction was not the realization of her impending death, but the awareness that her son's disappearance was undoubtedly tied to the university student.

Chang Wei seemed to come to his senses too, his mouth agape, with eyes fixed fiercely upon Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai shared a moment of startled understanding, her gaze strangely complex upon the precariously hanging woman, the spiral in her left eye reverting to a normal pupil.

In a voice nearly like a whisper, she said: "Auntie, you really love your son. I also have a mother, and she loves me dearly. So, surely you want to see your son as soon as possible?"

Hope glimmered briefly in Cang Qingsen's mother's eyes.

Feng Yuhuai murmured: "Then just give up, that way, you can quickly reunite with your son, Auntie."

Instantly, the light in Cang Qingsen's mother's eyes went out. She understood and then truly released her grip, letting herself hang lifelessly in mid-air without a sound.

"Sis!" Chang Wei bellowed with anguish and fury.

Returning to face Chang Wei, Feng Yuhuai observed him, her voice laced with an indescribable yearning, as if seeking a certain resonance, she questioned:

"And you, do you wish to be reunited with them?"

Chang Wei erupted into a despair-filled wail: "Who are you, why are you doing this?"

Feng Yuhuai, not receiving the answer she sought, watched the disappointment spread like a shadow in her eyes, the iris in her left eye morphing once more into a bloody spiral, whispering:

"Oh, you don't want to, you don't truly love your family!"

Driven nearly insane, Chang Wei struggled frantically, the wires tearing at his flesh, the pain forcing beast-like howls from him:

"Who exactly are you? What do you want?"

Feng Yuhuai's nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled deeply, the fresh scent from torn flesh arousing her mouth to water.

That insatiable hunger, reawakened at the restaurant by Feng Ju, surged forth once more like a tide, making restraint nearly impossible.

Her lips stretched exaggeratedly wide, with thick saliva dripping from the corners as she, pressing with her last bit of reason, ask:

"Tell me, who is it that insists on taking you and Cang Qingsen's life?"

"???"

"Wasn't it you who killed Xiaosen; now you're here to kill me, and you've killed my sister—our whole family wiped out by you, yet you ask who wants to kill me... isn't it you? Who else?"

Chang Wei's mind was swarming with questions, his brain overloaded to the point of breakdown, stuttering with his tongue knotted, beyond speech.

"No answer?!!"

Feng Yuhuai waited a full three seconds, seeing Chang Wei resilient unto death, she could only open her mouth helplessly, her tongue springing out from her throat strangely, extending half a meter with rows of needle-like teeth sewn into flesh, winding toward Chang Wei's neck.

Chang Wei's eyes rolled back in fright, in ghastly despair, he used his last remaining bit of strength to slide open the screen of the phone he'd kept clutched within his 'blood cocoon'...