Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 191 The Desperate Mother 23
Kemeng wakes up, and still has to do what needs to be done. Mingshan Group is a world-renowned enterprise. I heard that the boss, Zhang Mingshan, is worth hundreds of billions.

He didn't want to become a rich man like Zhang Mingshan, but he became a celebrity around Zhang Qiang, and his life was extremely chic.

Zhang Qiang is a pedophile, he helped Zhang Qiang find beautiful girls everywhere, and then cleaned up the mess for him, and gradually got used to it.

Even if those parents knew something, they gave the last sum of money and easily spent it. The only one who wanted to find the real culprit was Wang Caihua, who was thrown into prison and would die sooner or later, so everyone didn't care about it.

Who would have thought that this day would come?
He Kaiyan was extremely regretful in his heart, but in order to save his life, he still kept his mouth tightly shut and dared not say more.

Seeing that He Kaiyan kept his mouth shut and refused to say anything, Qingyun became more and more sure that he had concealed something more important.

But seeing that he didn't seem to have anything to say, Qingyun sneered.

Did he think that if he didn't want to speak, he could really not speak?

Qingyun raised his right hand, and saw silver-white metallic luster shining between his fingers, which were four silver needles as thick as nails.

He Kaiyan suddenly felt a chill, opened his eyes, and saw four things longer than nails shining in Qingyun's hands.

He Kaiyan's eyes widened for a moment, watching Qingyun stick a silver needle into the wound of his severed finger.

"Ah~"

He Kaiyan screamed miserably, his neck stretched out in pain, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

However, the silver needle in Qingyun's hand was only inserted one-third of the time.

"I said! I said! I will tell the truth! Please give me a refreshment when you kill me in a while! Don't torture me anymore!" He Kaiyan was almost suffocated in pain, tears streaming down his face.

Qingyun's hands finally stopped.

He Kaiyan's whole body twitched, and he rolled his eyes in pain, as if he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.

Qingyun calmly pricked several acupuncture points with silver needles, and He Kaiyan came to his senses.

His face turned blue, and he said in a trance: "Actually, I recognized you as soon as you appeared. Your name is Wang Caihua, and you have a three-year-old daughter named Wang Xingxing."

……

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door made a heavy sound.

Zhang Cuihua was sitting on the edge of the low stool boredly, typing codes on a laptop computer. When she heard the door open, she asked casually, "How is it? You didn't kill me, did you? Have you explained it?"

Qingyun walked out from the door with her head down, her hair had fallen down and hung in front of her eyes, hiding most of her face in the shadows.

Hearing Zhang Cuihua's words, she didn't answer, but slowly closed the door and walked towards the bathroom.

Her hands were trembling, and she held the sharp dagger tightly, and blood trickled out from the palm of her hand.

Zhang Cuihua didn't hear her answer, so she turned her head to look at Qingyun, and saw Qingyun's gloomy back as soon as she turned her head.

She frowned, her bushy eyebrows twisted into two ugly caterpillars.

"Hey, what's your situation? Why do you ask a question as if you have been tortured?" Zhang Cuihua stood up and walked over.

"It's okay, maybe the original owner's remaining emotions have affected me." Qingyun replied.

Zhang Cuihua patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Then you have to adjust it carefully. When some clients have a certain emotion that is extremely strong, it is easy to cause the tasker to be emotionally disturbed."

"Well, I see, I'll go wash my face." Qingyun reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Alright then, go ahead, I'll continue to teach you programming later." Zhang Cuihua rubbed her short hair, then went back to the computer and sat down.

"Hmm." Qing Yun responded in a low voice.

The voice was soft and low, and was crushed by the sound of closing the door.

After entering the bathroom, Qingyun let go of his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang. The palm of his hand holding the dagger was already dripping with blood.

"Master, are you okay?" 26 asked in a low voice.

It was the first time that it had seen its host lose its composure, and the hideous appearance just now successfully scared it.

Qingyun put his hands on the edge of the sink, looked at his face in the mirror exuding a gloomy and hateful atmosphere, and sighed softly: "I really want to cut his flesh with a knife."

Turn on the faucet and put the cut hand under the water. The transparent water is instantly stained bright red with blood.

Facing the mirror, he stroked his messy hair and tied it up again with the rubber band on his wrist, revealing a slightly pale face.

Recalling what He Kaiyan said, Qingyun has gradually calmed down at this time, but his chest is still painful, which is the grief left by the original owner.

It's just that this emotion can no longer affect her as before, it's just a dull pain.

She thought that the other party was just bribed by Zhang Qiang to put Wang Caihua to death, but she didn't expect that he was also one of the culprits who killed Wang Xingxing.

For his own benefit, knowing that Zhang Qiang is a pedophile, he finds young girls in Nan County for him.

Zhang Qiang is a beast, and He Kaiyan is no better!

Wang Xingxing was tortured to death!

Listening to He Kaiyan's statement, it's no wonder that the remaining emotions of the original owner became so intense, Qingyun could hardly restrain himself from letting him experience the pain of being crushed to death.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Qingyun held the dagger tightly with her hands. The severe pain kept her awake and did not allow her to be assimilated by the original owner's emotions.

Qingyun used his other intact hand to wash his face with a handful of water, picked up the dagger on the ground, washed the blood off it with water, put the scabbard on it, and put it back in his sleeve.

Push open the bathroom door and go out.

Zhang Cuihua next to the computer heard the movement, turned her head to look at Qingyun, raised her eyebrows and said: "Finally I'm willing to come out, if you don't come out, I'm going to go in and get you, come here quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers towards her.

Qingyun walked over, sat down on the low stool next to her, stroked her hair, which was still dripping with water, and pushed it behind her ears, and began to listen to Zhang Cuihua's chattering and began to give lectures.

"Cut, rookie technology!" Listening to Zhang Cuihua's guidance, 26 made a disdainful voice for the 36th time.

Qingyun ignored its dissatisfaction and listened intently to Zhang Cuihua's guidance.

26 Seeing that the host ignored him, he could only shut up angrily, feeling that Zhang Cuihua, the tasker, was becoming more and more annoying, saying bad things about 15 behind his back, and even competing with him for favor.

It made the host ignore him now.

So melancholy!

26 sighed sadly, simply blocked the perception of the outside world, and let it go to sleep in Qingyun's mind.

In the dim hut, He Kaiyan sat on a chair in a daze, his crotch was soaked, and a pool of yellow liquid flowed all over the ground, mixed with the blood that had begun to solidify, filling the room with an unpleasant smell. odor.

The silver needle was still stuck in the wound of the severed finger, and the constant pain made him groan continuously, his throat was already so dry and painful.

(End of this chapter)