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Shen Fengyue was surprised to find that the woman's outstretched hand was actually very slender and delicate in contrast to her face! When he put his gaze on her face again, he inadvertently noticed that there was a cut mark on her neck that was tightly stitched with needle and thread, which seemed like solid needlework…

Withdrawing from his divergent thoughts, Shen Fengyue started spitting at himself fiercely.

The cut on her neck showed that the woman's body and her head might be from two different people! The body looked like it belonged to a young girl. The girl had her head decapitated, and it was replaced by the head of an ugly old woman!

Shen Fengyue in a daze was staring at the cut line with dense stitches.

The woman noticed it; she touched that place with her other hand and then pulled hard. The thread was stretched and retracted, and her head started swaying.

Shen Fengyue's eyes widened in fright by this behavior, with cold sweat in his heart. He was worried for the woman and afraid that his head would also be torn off!

After a long stretch, the woman moved her neck left and right. Thinking it was very comfortable, she let out a very soft sigh, and then she turned her attention back to Shen Fengyue.

Shen Fengyue wasn't able to move his body, so he was forced to watch the whole process with tears. Seeing that the woman was looking at him again, his heart tightened.

"What day is it today?" The woman leaned closer and continued to ask.

There was a myth among the Chinese people that if someone asks you the time in your dream, you must never answer because the time you answer is the time of your death. This place here is also the dream world, the same ideology could be applied, so Shen Fengyue decided that he would never tell the time to the woman!

He gritted his teeth and pursed his mouth with an extremely negative attitude.

The woman was annoyed by his passive inaction, so she stomped angrily, and then asked him again, "What day is it today?"

Shen Fengyue said nothing.

Her half-blind eyes narrowed angrily into a line and then opened suddenly. The woman was trying her best to open her eyes wide, so hard that her eyes were about to crack. She was so close that the hole of her one eye, and the other eye that was about to pop out was facing Shen Fengyue just like that.

The red neural net climbed up that eye, and it jumped slightly, and then again, breaking the fantasy. Shen Fengyue thought it was an illusion. The eyeball swayed from side to side like chicken's blood1 and then ran around in the eye socket, bumping left and right.

Shen Fengyue knew that this was a dangerous game. He tried his best to close his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be separated from his brain, staring at the woman's wiggling eyes uncontrollably.

"What day is today?" The woman asked again.

The eyeballs began to move clockwise along the eye sockets, the originally closed lips began to loosen, the voice moved from the throat to the lips and teeth, and finally, a word was sent out from Shen Fengyue's lips as he replied, "Tuesday."

It's over.

My life is over!

The words were already out, Shen Fengyue lowered his eyes sadly, preparing to wait for death.

"Tuesday…" The woman got the answer she wanted, her eyes stopped moving, she lengthened her voice, raised her eyebrows, and said something confusing, "There are three days left till Friday. Are you scared? Hehe."

"Hehehehe, ha, ha, ha, Tuesday…Tue…" She suddenly put the stone in her hand into the empty socket of her one eye and continued to laugh happily, "There are three days left till Friday."

The woman put her hands on Shen Fengyue's shoulders, drew him closer to herself, and said slowly, "Are, you, afraid, yet?"

What the hell? Shen Fengyue watched the woman go crazy. The woman pierced his clothes with her nails, grabbed the cloth, and pulled hard. The woman was so strong that she shook him a few times. She kept repeating the same words, "Are you afraid? Hey, are you afraid? Are you afraid? Are you afraid?!"

Crazy.

"What day of the week is it?" The woman suddenly stopped going crazy and asked again.

Shen Fengyue looked at her, the woman put down her hand and looked back at him as well.

"What day of the week is it?"

Shen Fengyue still did not answer.

This woman is fierce, as long as he didn't answer, she would pinch him hard and grab him.

If you want to pinch or pull someone to make the other person feel pain, you can continuously attack the same place over and over again without much effort. Pinching up a small area of flesh can make the other person exhale in pain.

This madwoman seemed to know her way around, and bursts of sharp pain were transmitted from the surface of the skin to the cerebral cortex, and then from the brain to the whole body. Every cell in his body felt the stinging pain, and Shen Fengyue exhaled from the pain, inhaling cold air.

The madwoman knew that he was in pain, so she tried harder, chuckled and giggled madly, then started to continue the question, "What day of the week is it?"

"I don't know."

The madwoman had enough, she then pinched him in an even harder way, crazily.

"What day of the week is it today?" She repeated her tone, "What day? What day?"

The devil?! Are you the devil?! Are you possessed?! Shen Fengyue burst into tears, and couldn't move. He could only be like a dead fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others, letting someone use a knife and wait for death. His voice trembled, and he cried out a series of answers, "Tuesday! Tuesday! It's fucking Tuesday today! Crazy woman, don't you have any other questions?!" Even the swear words were spat out.

After the woman got the correct answer, she stopped her action, and she hit Shen Fengyue the moment she let go.

Shen Fengyue, "…" I can't put my suffering into words, QAQ.

"Then are you scared hahahahahaha!" The woman ignored him and laughed wildly there, "Ha, ha, ha, hehehehehehehe…"

Then she seemed to have choked on her saliva and coughed violently.

Shen Fengyue, Good cough, great cough! This crazy woman should die coughing!

After the woman slowed down, she continued to laugh wildly. In the gap between the woman's laughter, Shen Fengyue felt that the restraint imposed on his body was broken. He tried to move his fingers, curling up his middle finger and stretching out. He put away the remaining four fingers, leaving only the middle finger. After giving the middle finger to the crazy woman, he sprinted forward and swished away while the other party was not paying attention.

Even after running away, the woman's piercing and strange laughter still echoed in his ears. So Shen Fengyue ran farther away and didn't stop until the laughter was completely gone.

Hearing that laughter, the place where he was pinched would hurt!

Shen Fengyue lifted up his sleeves, looked at the wound, and then opened his collar to look inside. His body was bruised all over. He couldn't help but curse out, "Damn it! It's all bruised! How fucking hard did she have to pinch! What great hatred!"

System, "Are you okay?"

When he was rubbing the wound and suddenly heard a familiar mechanical sound, Shen Fengyue remembered that he had a mentally retarded system.

"Oh, our elder brother finally squeaked out. If you didn't speak, I almost thought that I had no partner and had been fighting alone." Shen Fengyue deliberately clenched his voice, making it a little strange.

The system also heard it, but it didn't stand up just now, knowing that it was wrong, so it said in a friendly tone, "Oh, I care about you."

Shen Fengyue rejected the system's hypocrisy, "What, you care about me? Do you know what you call this kind of practice? It's called—"

Dragging out the word, "Canon~behind~horse~"2

"Badmouthing me huh, didn't you claim to be a true iron-blooded man? How come you were choked by a lady and cried?" The system couldn't resist its nature coming out and fought back with him.

Shen Fengyue, "…"

System, "…"

"Tsk."

"Heh."

One person, one system, were both defeated. For the time being, both caved in, choosing to fight again the next day.

After getting rid of the madwoman, Shen Fengyue looked around again and found that there was still no clue, and it was almost evening, so he planned to return to the cabin.

He planned the route carefully, avoiding the place where he met the madwoman before, and prayed to God to bless him to return to the cabin smoothly.

But…

His Lucky e physique3: I'm coming, baby.

The black robe, the long and dangling greasy hair, the rough laughter, the long and thin fingernails, and the pinching movements were all so familiar.

Looking at the face, looking at the figure, and then at the actions, he confirmed that it was his former acquaintance.

When Shen Fengyue saw that it was the madwoman, the wounds on his body began to ache again.

Everything was so similar, but still a little different. The difference was that this time, the target being pinched was another person.

It was a thin young man, wearing a white shirt and a black trouser, and his exposed body was abnormally white.

He was really white, so white that he seemed to have lost his color. His pale white color made the bruises that were created by being pinched by the madwoman more obvious.

The madwoman grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground. The young man fell to the ground, his bones collided with the hard ground, and he let out a painful grunt and struggled several times, but he couldn't get up from the ground.

The painful appearance of the youth greatly stimulated the madwoman. She was extremely excited, and there was a burst of pleasant laughter in her throat. Seeing the youth struggling to get up, she slammed him back down.

She turned over and straddled the young man's waist, pressed him firmly, and then scratched and beat the young man.

The young man wanted to fight back, but he was very weak and could only be beaten by the madwoman. His futile counterattack looked pitiful and helpless.

Shen Fengyue squatted behind a shelter not far away. The system couldn't stand it anymore. It moved its compassionate heart and asked him, "You… don't you want to help?"

History is always surprisingly similar.

This scene was like déjà vu, the same thing happened in the last world. Here in Shen Fengyue's mind, the past wasn't something like smoke that could disappear, in fact he could still vividly remember what occurred.

He remembered the consequences of his own good intentions in the last world, and shook his head decisively, and stepped back once, then twice.

"Sorry to bother you." With that said, he was about to run off.

"Stop!" The system stopped him. It thought of something, "Apart from those plants and monsters, the only people who show visions during the day are the crazy woman and that weak man. Whatever he is, we'd better keep it to check! Do you want to take away that crazy woman?"

Wanting to escape, Shen Fengyue turned his head to see the crazy appearance of the madwoman beating people, the balance in his heart tilted more than half.

There were now two speculations, either the bug or the key to cracking the bug.

And of those two people, one was ugly, terribly vicious, wicked and fierce, who almost pinched him to death 'the crazy woman'. The other was a weak, white-faced man who didn't carry any combat power and has low fighting ability.

Which one to save. The answer was already clear.

Comparing the two, Shen Fengyue's heart fell completely toward the weak man.

"System, assist me."

"I'll try my best."

Shen Fengyue got up from the shelter and rushed towards the madwoman from a tricky angle. The madwoman was beating people with great joy, but she didn't expect the mantis to stalk the cicada, unaware that the oriole was behind4.

Shen Fengyue punched her on the side of the cheek, and while her head was buzzing and confused, a violent force overturned her from the young man. The vengeful Shen Fengyue even pulled and pinched her a few times.

After all this was done, he took a leisurely look at the weak young man and found that the young man was still lying on the ground staring at him in astonishment.

Dropping the chain at a critical moment5. What a fool!

Shen Fengyue held the young man's wrist, pulled him up, and ran forward toward the cabin.

The young man was a little unstable when he was pulled up, and after swaying twice, he ran forward with Shen Fengyue's pull.

Only then did the madwoman slow down and become angry after finding that the man was being rescued by Shen Fengyue. She screamed and got up from the ground to chase them.

Shen Fengyue dragged the young man to run ahead, and the crazy woman rushed to catch up from behind. He didn't expect that the woman was physically strong, and the gap between the two men and her was gradually narrowing.

It seems that he can only use the system.

"System!"

"Roger that!" The system gave him an accelerator.

"Young man, I'm going to speed up, you keep up." Shen Fengyue quickly turned his head and reminded the young man and then swung back. As soon as the voice fell, his feet really accelerated.

The young man strangely followed Shen Fengyue after he opened up the plug-in. He looked up at Shen Fengyue, only to see the back of a decisive head. A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and his expression was indistinguishable.

The author has something to say:

[small theater]

Crazy woman: If the mountain doesn't come to me, I'll come to the mountain6, Eh hehe, silly.

Shen Fengyue: …