Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mr. Feng, who was in a coma, was awakened by a burst of pain.

"Ahhh!" Before he could wake up, he started screaming.

There was a sharp pain in both feet, as if the bones had been crushed inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Feng was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of water. He sat up with difficulty and looked at his feet.

He saw the black mist coming from nowhere, entangled around his legs, and spreading towards his upper body, inch by inch, entangled and tightening, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at his feet at the same time. .

Mr. Feng's eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and the red blood threads were like red bugs. His eyeballs protruded, and his entire face was twisted ferociously, looking very scary.

As the rope made of black air wrapped around his legs, he heard a sound of porching, pinging, pinging, echoing in the empty and dark villa. In the silent space, it was very scary.

"Ahhh!" Mr. Feng screamed miserably, rolling on the ground.

What the hell is this!

"There's a ghost! Help, help..."

He shouted for help, as long as he could get rid of this ghost, as long as he could stop being so miserable that he would rather die, he could do anything!

But no matter how sincerely he prayed, it was of no avail.

Where the black energy had touched, the skin and flesh were as soft as a puddle of mud on the ground, with no bones to support it at all. The bones, flesh, flesh, and tendons were twisted into mud by the unknown black energy.

Calf bones, knees, thighs...

The speed of the black energy was very slow. Mr. Feng even knew clearly which of his bones shattered at which second, and then turned into blood at which second.

He lay on the ground, unable to call for help and his breathing became weak.

The initial plea for help in my mind turned into begging, but this time it was not begging for someone to save me, but begging to die quickly!

Every second of living like this is worse than dying!

But the black air stopped when it reached the base of his thighs, and then drifted to his fingers, causing another brutal torture.

The sleeves and trouser legs of his suit lay limply on the ground, becoming empty, leaving only his torso still full.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly and soaked the carpet. The white carpet turned blood red and was still flowing outside.

Mr. Feng stared at the void with a pair of dark and empty eyes. There was no light in his eyes, but he was still breathing.

Living like this is really not as good as death.

...

The young man's eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes under the first ray of light in the morning. His clear eyes were like glass beads, clean and thorough, but also empty.

"you're awake."

An Pei slowly looked at Mu Qing and finally recognized where this place was.

Since they slept here for two nights, the villa has been cleaned very well. Except for the shabby furniture, the environment is very warm and feels like home.

Because Mu Qing and An Pei slept here at night, their breath was already in the bedroom.

The familiar scent gave Anpei a sense of security.

An Pei thought of last night, an unknown emotion flashed deep in his eyes, and his pale lips murmured, "Last night..."

Mu Qing looked at him steadily, "Don't worry, I arrived in time."

Mu Qing was telling him that Mr. Feng had not succeeded and that he had not been harmed in any way.

An Pei: "...thank you."

Mu Qing lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly, "I should say I'm sorry. I didn't protect you."

An Pei paused, "I don't blame you, it's me. I know what kind of situation I'm in and still trust others."

An Pei smiled self-deprecatingly, with a sickly look on his pale face, like a fragile porcelain doll, which made people feel panicked for no reason.

Mu Qing looked at him and said nothing.

An Pei lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "It's getting late, I have to go to school."

Mu Qing pulled him and said, "I have a day off today and I'll ask for leave for you."

An Pei froze on the spot, looking down at the hand on his arm, his eyes dark and empty, like a puppet whose soul had been removed.

He just stood there stiffly, without saying a word.

Mu Qing looked at her hand and slowly let go of him.

An Pei suddenly came back to his senses and took a deep breath. Only then did he realize that he had not been breathing just now. His eyes flashed slightly and he forced a smile, "No, I have nothing to do. It's for no reason." It’s a bit bad to ask for leave.”

An Pei quickly left the room.

Mu Qing looked at his back quietly.

...

"Anpei, what's wrong with you?"

In a noisy classroom.

An Pei was sitting in the corner, and when Wang Jiayou's voice came from beside him, he suddenly came back to his senses and looked over blankly.

Following Wang Jiayou's gaze, he looked down at his arm again.

His right hand was placed on his left arm, maintaining a scratching motion.

An Pei put down his hand in embarrassment, his left arm shaking unnoticeably.

The skin on the clothes was burning and painful, but the unbearable pain in my heart seemed to have subsided.

Wang Jiayou: "What did you do yesterday? I called you so many times, but no one answered, and so did Fan Jie. One or two of them were not in the dormitory. I was very lonely. Also, what did you do yesterday? Not your birthday? I was still thinking of calling you for dinner..."

An Pei's face became paler and the smile on his lips became stiff.

It turned out that Fan Jie didn't notify Wang Jiayou at all last night.

Facing Wang Jiayou's resentful eyes, An Pei had a nonchalant smile on his lips, still as clean and gentle as usual, "Last night, I had something to do, so I went home."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'm really fine."

"..."

After class, An Pei and Wang Jiayou went back to the dormitory together.

From a distance, I could see students gathered in circles downstairs of the dormitory, and I also saw a man in police uniform appearing there, making noisy noises, as if they were wondering what was going on.

Wang Jiayou looked confused, "What's going on? Is there a fight? Or is it someone who committed the crime?"

Anpei doesn’t know either.

The two stopped outside the crowd and poked their heads together to watch the excitement.

To be more precise, Anpei was mainly waiting for Wang Jiayou to watch the fun.

After a while, two policemen, one on the left and one on the right, controlled Fan Jie to come out.

"Give way! Give way, everyone!"

"Just do whatever you have to do, don't join in the fun!"

The figures of An Pei and Wang Jiayou were lost in the crowd. Wang Jiayou was already in a daze and could not react at all.

"That's... Fan Jie?" Wang Jiayou was a little excited, "What happened? How could he be taken away?"

An Pei was unusually calm, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, looking calmly at Fan Jie's back as he was being taken away.

Wang Jiayou gradually became quiet after watching An Pei's reaction.

An Pei exuded a dead breath at this time, which could penetrate the soul and make people feel faintly distressed.