Extreme fear drove Old Qin to madness, even causing him to lose his faith. He turned and knelt before the robot, for at this moment, this colossal creature was the true god who held his life in his hands.
But the wrathful god would not accept the pleas of any traitor; it thundered toward Old Qin, like a colossal mountain blocking his path—
"Sorry...hehe..."
Before Lao Qin could speak, the robot in front of him grabbed him by the throat. He was lifted into the air like a dead bird, being dragged by the neck and swayed.
The power of the machine was cold and hard. Old Qin's face turned bright red almost instantly.
His eyes bulged out, and his screams and wails were stuck in his chest, unable to make a sound. He gripped the mechanical arm around his neck tightly with both hands, his legs dangling in the air as he struggled desperately.
He will die, strangled to death by this rampaging robot.
Old Qin had never had such a clear understanding of his future. Unable to make a sound, he let tears, saliva, and snot stream down his face. He didn't know whether he would suffocate to death first or have his neck broken.
All he knew was that his vision was gradually darkening, and the world was filled with chaotic noise.
The robot's chest cavity opened, and a chainsaw used for dissection roared out from the middle.
He might be sliced to death by the chainsaw. Old Qin looked at the wildly spinning saw teeth in front of him and closed his eyes in despair.
"Stop!"
Just as the chainsaw was less than five centimeters from Lao Qin, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway.
The roar of death abruptly ceased, and the hand that had been strangling his neck tighter and tighter also suddenly stopped.
Taking advantage of this moment, Lao Qin almost stretched his neck and took a few deep breaths, finally managing to catch his breath, and the snowflakes in front of his eyes slowly receded.
Standing at the door was He Ye, the "sacrifice" he had personally chosen. He Ye was a guy who usually had excellent grades but was indifferent to the world and so lazy that he was a bit of a natural airhead. At this moment, he appeared in front of him like a savior.
If he heard correctly, the guy shouted "Stop!" Before Old Qin could even feel touched, the bloodthirsty robot in front of him slammed him against the wall once again.
This time, his head was smashed open and emitted a golden light. In his dazed state, the chainsaw roared once again.
Old Qin was plunged into endless despair once again. His body went limp from that blow, hanging like a noodle in the robot's hand, unsure whether he was dead or alive.
Seeing this, Yi Heye showed no mercy, rushed forward in a few steps, and kicked the robot in the head.
The kick was so powerful that the robot's head was sent flying to the other side of the room. But this did not stop its rage. Seeing that the headless body was still buzzing, Yi Heye simply reached out and hugged its mechanical body.
The machine, controlled by the strength of his arms, began to struggle and started to indiscriminately ram into Yi Heye's body. Yi Heye desperately pulled it back while whispering to it, "Calm down, calm down... I'm fine."
Only after the last three words were uttered did the chainsaw on the robot's chest slowly come to a stop. With a "thud," it put down Lao Qin, and the indicator light on its chest, burning with green flames, looked at Yi Heye with a bewildered expression, like a single eye.
"Leave the rest to me," Yi Heye said softly, reassuringly. "You should get some rest first."
Hearing this gentle word of comfort, the green fire before my eyes flickered twice like a pool of clear water, and then, as if finally relieved, slowly went out.
Yi Heye breathed a sigh of relief—he had just come out of the "arena" and seen the robot that had charged out of the next room.
He immediately sensed something was wrong, so he rushed over and witnessed this outburst.
No matter what, he was an expert in this field, and he would have recognized at a glance that this was a robot controlled by Jian Yunxian.
At this moment, Old Qin finally recovered from his near-death experience. He knelt down at Yi Heye's feet, tears streaming down his face, and hugged his legs, clearly regarding him as his new god: "Thank you for saving me..."
When Yi Heye saw the thing stuck to his leg, he instinctively kicked it away, saying with disgust, "Who the hell is trying to save you?"
Yi Heye certainly didn't care about Lao Qin's life or death; what he cared about was Jian Yunxian.
Normally, the moment he had a thought, that guy would appear in front of him. This time, he managed to drag it out until his deathbed, which clearly meant he had encountered some difficult problem.
Yi Heye could tell from their previous encounter that this guy was in extremely poor condition, his rationality was so tight that it was almost nonexistent, and he was definitely incapable of making any correct choices.
If he didn't intervene, Jian Yunxian would definitely kill this guy. Yi Heye didn't know if he had committed any murders before, but at least he hoped that this person wouldn't have dirty blood on his hands because of him.
But he could never say such a thing to Old Qin. He simply squatted down, grabbed Old Qin's hair with his blood-stained hands, and forced him to look directly into his half-smiling eyes:
"If you die, how will we extract a confession through torture?"
Old Qin was kicked and rolled to the corner of the wall. He then curled up and trembled like a sieve. The pressure this guy was putting on him was more terrifying than if he had died on the spot.
This guy has such an innocent-looking face, he's always a beat slow when the teacher asks him a question in class, and he's always polite to his classmates and staff—damn it… this shouldn't be happening.
Old Qin cautiously raised his eyes again and glanced at the guy's face. The green ghost fire just now seemed to have ignited the red in his eyes as well, but this was not pure anger. At this moment, the way he looked at him was more like a cheetah pressing its prey under its claws.
Crawling under the sharp claws, Old Qin was terrified. He clutched his head and cried out, "Who...who are you?"
At this moment, Yi Heye squatted down in front of him, staring at him with great interest.
"Mr. Qin, what are you saying?"
Yi Heye's face was full of pretentious, fake innocence. At this moment, the naive and innocent look that used to suit his face so well now felt like a jealous and sarcastic knife, tearing Old Qin's heart apart piece by piece until it bled.
Yi Heye said in a foreign accent, "I come from a poor family and have lost both my parents. I was lucky enough to be selected by your company, and by some twist of fate, I escaped your advances."
Old Qin then remembered that the time his tools for committing the crime were destroyed was also because of him. He also remembered that his superior, Ms. Liu Cheng, took several days of vacation after that incident, and although he had subtly inquired about the matter, she did not seem to react.
He belatedly held his breath, almost fainting at any moment.
“Mr. Qin must have heard a lot about me before,” Yi Heye said. “I am Heye, who never listens attentively in class, whose data cannot be collected by the machine, who passes the test with high scores and skips grades to enter the final selection.”
Old Qin knew he was He Ye, but when he singled these things out, he realized that this guy was really too strange.
"Someone like me who can take down a robot with one punch, you probably wouldn't believe I'm a normal person, would you?" Yi Heye looked at him with a sly smile, his expression suggesting he was about to devour the other person alive.
If this is considered normal, then something is definitely wrong. Old Qin knelt down again, whether in worship or in prayer, it was unclear.
Seeing his expression, Yi Heye couldn't help but laugh out loud, his scarlet eyes smiling as he glanced at him: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to treat me as a god."
“But I won’t protect you,” Yi Heye said. “I’m going to send you to hell with my own hands, Mr. Qin.”
Author's Note:
Bloodthirsty Treasure: The Descendant of the Evil God
Chapter 114, number 114
Having acted for so long, Yi Heye felt as if he had been bound alive in a sack for so many days. When his true colors were finally revealed, he felt as if the sky had suddenly brightened.
But when his world brightened, it shattered everyone else's worldview.
Old Qin was already in a state of extreme fear and couldn't distinguish between gods and ghosts. Now, this mysterious guy claimed to be a god who would send him to hell. In an instant, everything went black and he fainted.
Before his eyes could even roll upwards, a sharp pain pulled him back from the brink of fainting.
He screamed as he opened his eyes, watching helplessly as Yi Heye twisted his wrist with one hand, bending it into an angle that is difficult for a human limb to achieve.
"Damn! Damn!! It's broken!!!" Old Qin was about to say that he had never suffered like this before, when he suddenly remembered that not long ago, his boss, Liu Cheng, had used almost the exact same method to send him to the hospital and ultimately cause him to lose his male dignity.
He was horrified again, as if he had just realized something—damn it, President Liu must have been possessed by this guy!
Therefore, he became even more convinced that this He Ye classmate possessed a supernatural power that he could not resist, but this guy was no kind and gentle god at all. Even if a god was angry, he would not show such a terrifying smile.
—This is a demon, a fucking demon!
Tang Ruoqi, who had been observing the situation from outside the room, was no less terrified than Lao Qin, who was screaming and wailing inside.
Looking at Yi Heye, who had a strange smile on his face, he was worried that his junior, who had suddenly "gone crazy," might do something that was not allowed in a society governed by the rule of law.
But undeniably, seeing Lao Qin with his wrist broken and wearing a mask of pain, his soul, which had been purified for a month, was also ignited with a strange sense of pleasure.
He quickly and frankly admitted that his heart had been taken over by the devil, and even boldly and cautiously walked up to Yi Heye and asked, "Can I...can I do that?"
Yi Heye was engrossed in the crisp feel of his own flesh when suddenly this guy appeared. He turned around, his blood-red eyes scanning him for a few moments, seemingly savoring what Yi Heye was about to "do."
Tang Ruoqi really wanted to do *that*, so she clasped her hands together and pleaded sincerely, "Please, just for a little while!"
Yi Heye's reaction time finally came to an end. He stood up, smiled at him with his eyes crinkling, and said, "Please, any number of times is fine."
He's still that adorable junior who's loved by everyone.
Tang Ruoqi looked at Lao Qin, who was huddled in the corner with trembling eyes, and thought of the beastly things this man had done to her on her very first day.
Only then did he belatedly realize something and shudder – for the past month, something seemed to have clouded his mind, making him oblivious to those terrifying nightmares, and even grateful to those beasts.
At that moment, the haze that had clouded his mind dissipated, and everything he had experienced—a mixture of sadness, collapse, pain, and anger—overwhelmed him like a raging flood.
He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling with rage; he wanted to castrate and tear the man before him apart, skin him alive and pull out his tendons—
But he was not a beast like Yi Heye, devoid of moral restraint. His remaining conscience and reverence for the law made him decide to only do it once.
So Yi Heye watched as the polite senior took a deep breath and even subconsciously bowed slightly to Lao Qin to show his disrespect.
The next second, the man raised his foot and stomped down mercilessly on the part of Old Qin's body that was already badly injured and hadn't recovered yet.
With a piercing wail, Yi Heye, who had been in a killing frenzy, watched as Lao Qin fell to the ground, his face pale. He couldn't help but shudder and even felt a phantom pain of despair.
After finishing her work, Tang Ruoqi stepped back repeatedly, clasped her hands together once more, and bowed respectfully: "I'm done."
Yi Heye was stunned for a few seconds, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he came to his senses, he saw Lao Qin rolling his eyes and about to faint again to escape everything.
He quickly squatted down beside him and threatened seriously, "If you dare to faint, I dare to make sure you never wake up again."
So, like a fish thrown onto the shore, Lao Qin thrashed about frantically, forcibly pulling himself back from his dazed state.
Devil, there are two of them.
After venting his anger, Yi Heye grabbed Lao Qin and lifted him off the ground.
Seeing that this person was going on and on, Old Qin was on the verge of tears: "You... what else do you want me to do?"
Yi Heye was too lazy to explain too much to him, so he pushed and shoved the guy, who was as soft as a noodle, out of the room.
“Come on, let’s take a tour of your ‘luxury dream factory’,” Yi Heye said. “If you behave well, maybe they can grant you parole in hell, right?”
Old Qin couldn't stand hearing anything about heaven or hell anymore; he felt his scalp tingling and didn't dare say a word of "no." He quickly tucked his legs together and awkwardly followed behind Yi Heye, acting as his tour guide.
As Yi Heye walked forward, he asked, "What exactly do you want to do by arresting so many people?"
Old Qin stammered, "I...I don't know how to explain..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yi Heye shot him a blood-red glare, and Old Qin was so frightened that he almost knelt down before him again.
Tang Ruoqi instinctively wanted to help him up. If Lao Qin was no less afraid of him than he was of Yi Heye, she quickly sprang up and hid behind Yi Heye in a few quick steps.
Yi Heye knew that this guy must be struggling to find a starting point because the situation was too complicated.
So he took a deep breath and, relying on his memory, walked to the corridor they had seen when they came in. He dragged and pulled Lao Qin to the display room, his finger sweeping over the string of glass jars of all sizes, and asked, "Tell me one by one, what are these for?"
At this moment, Lao Qin no longer dared to look directly at the human body parts he had spent every day with, and could only recall them intermittently—
"These are all custom-made by outside 'customers'... Finished products selected by the company come here for sorting, and their final destination is determined based on their individual strengths..."