After doing all this, Zhuo Xuan looked at Zhao Yu who gradually turned into a puppet in front of him, and his heart seemed to be aroused by some kind of pleasure of revenge, but at the same time, he also knew that because of this, Zhao Yu lost his sense of pain, and all the torture became boring and boring.

"Now, let me ask again," Zhuo Xuan sat in front of Zhao Yu, and the two boys holding Zhao Yu slowly let go of their new members under the order, and the young man's hand turned the blood-stained pencil, "Yu Xiaoqi." Did you touch Yu Xiaoqi? ”

His heart was apprehensive, waiting for the answer that gave him hope and hope.

In fact, Zhuo Xuan could directly ask Yu Xiaoqi, who had also become a puppet, and asked her to check her body. He could have done this, but the moment the thought came to him, his body instinctively produced a trace of resistance.

Zhao Yu's face showed a look of struggle, but the note attached to him was like a torture instrument that oppressed his body, so he had to make a true answer under this pressure.

Authentic answers......

"Touched."

Zhao Yu's answer was short and concise.

Rumble!

Like a thunderbolt, it exploded in his mind, and the tense nerves fell apart in an instant, leaving only the flames that scorched everything, turning reason to ashes!

At the moment when Zhao Yu's voice fell, suddenly, Zhuo Xuan's hand waved out like a whip.

His movements seemed to be manipulated by some unspeakable god. When Zhuo Xuan came back to his senses, he saw Zhao Yu, who had a pencil stuck in his eyeball, lying to the ground softly, his body twitching slightly, and the blood flowing from the ruptured lens was extremely red......

"I, I killed someone......"

Zhuo Xuan looked at his hand, the hand that was originally holding the pencil was empty at the moment.

His palms trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

It's just that in addition to the excitement, Zhuo Xuan still feels a little regretful. Zhao Yu, who has become a puppet, will not let out any screams, and although his body's reaction is real, it is far from the excitement of revenge that he imagined.

That's all.

Zhao Yu, who was lying on the ground, gradually stopped convulsing, and the corpse slowly lost its temperature.

Retracting his gaze from all this, Zhuo Xuan looked at Yu Xiaoqi again. He was silent for a long time before he slowly asked, "Why?" ”

Yu Xiaoqi, who had turned into a puppet, looked a little confused, she tilted her head, and her eyes stared at the gradually irritable boy in front of her without blinking, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Maybe Zhuo Xuan himself didn't know why it was followed by some specific questions, so Yu Xiaoqi didn't answer. He calmed down his chaotic emotions and asked again: "Xiao Qi, Yu Xiao Qi, from beginning to end, you know that it is not me, right?" ”

"Yes." Yu Xiaoqi's voice was cold and ethereal.

"Then why do you want to be with Zhao Yu - slander me together, what benefits did he give you, so that even you ......" Zhuo Xuan said incoherently, regardless of his chaotic emotions again.

"Because, protect you."

"What are you talking about?" The angry voice stopped abruptly and was replaced by a look of consternation.

"Zhao Yuqiang. Beat me up. When I woke up, I saw you knocked unconscious...... He told me that if I didn't cooperate with you, he would use the Metropolitan Police Department connections to keep you in prison for the rest of your life. I knew he would. ”

Yu Xiaoqi seemed to be stating something that had nothing to do with him, the one who was drugged and forced. It doesn't seem to be her, but an unrelated person who only lives in the stories of other people's mouths.

At this moment, Zhuo Xuan clearly heard the sound of something shattering in his heart, forcing tears to unconsciously flow out of his eyes and over his dirty cheeks. He hugged the girl who had been turned into a puppet tightly, and suddenly felt extremely regretful and choked up.

"It's my fault that I misunderstood you, it's my fault, it's my fault......"

Zhuo Xuan wanted to apologize, but he also knew that no matter what words he said, he could not completely heal those scars that had scabbed.

"Make up for it with all my possessions, I have this notebook, which is equivalent to untold wealth. What do you want, where do you want to go, and what kind of life do you live......" Zhuo Xuan muttered to himself, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes. He gradually fell into the beautiful picture of the future, and at the same time pulled out the strange notebook that changed his life.

"Paste this, you will definitely be able to change back......" Zhuo Xuan muttered, pasting the note with the spell on Yu Xiaoqi's forehead.

Just when Zhuo Xuan was full of hope, suddenly, the note lit up with a dotted red light, and under Zhuo Xuan's horrified gaze, it slowly turned into flying ashes......

"W-what's going on?"

Zhuo Xuan looked at Yu Xiaoqi, who was still expressionless, and knew that this was the result of the failure of the note. At this moment, a possibility slowly emerged in his heart, and this possibility was absolutely unacceptable to him.

In an instant, Zhuo Xuan's face turned pale.

The small words on the front page of the mysterious notebook suddenly appeared in his mind, but at this moment, Zhuo Xuan didn't dare to believe it, didn't want to believe it.

He frantically flipped through the notebook, grabbed a pen in his hand, and scribbled on the white paper. When the last word was finished, the small lines seemed to come to life, twisting and wriggling on the page. moving, slowly brightening into a blurry red, and finally turning into nothingness under Zhuo Xuan's hideous expression.

"How can it be like this, how can it be like this......"

Zhuo Xuan muttered, his eyes blank, as if the world had collapsed in an instant, and the weight was too much for him to bear.

In my mind, those four small words gradually emerged.

The magic is limited.

In other words, the notebook has the ability to turn people into puppets, but it doesn't have enough magic power to turn people back.

Is it still possible?

The color of despair slowly converged, as if something was coming out of the young man's weak heart, enveloping the heart that was already full of holes, like an iron wall, slowly becoming hard.

"Perhaps, this is my retribution, the way I should go." Zhuo Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes as he watched Yu Xiaoqi slowly lost color and turned into a gray despair, but it became more and more determined, like an immobile rock, "I'll go to show you......"

……

A few weeks later.

The entire campus was shrouded in a gray mist, and even though winter had passed and early spring had arrived, walking through the campus still felt a cold, damp illusion.

If someone walks into this campus at this moment and waits patiently for dozens of minutes, they will find that even when it is time for class, the whole campus is still empty and silent.