Chapter 7

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Translator: MysticRain

——Chapter 7 ——

Zhou Zimo turned his back to Xiang Wenhao and rummaged through his bag to find something.

His back was very slender, and his black hair was like a waterfall. From the hem of his white nightgown revealed a pair of beautiful jade-like legs, perfectly straight and erotic.

The hand, as thin as spring onion without its skin, right now was clutching a large, black, unknown object from the bag and slowly trying to pull it out.

Xiang Wenhao grabbed the flower vase by the bed and crept closer to him.

His heart was beating like a drum, and his hands were slippery with cold sweat.

Zhou Zimo said happily:

“Hao, let’s try something new today.”

His voice was clear and deep, soft, and very charming. However, it carried a little bit of craziness that seemed eerie.

Xiang Wenhao took a deep breath, held up the flower vase in his hand, and smashed Zhou Zimo behind his head.

It took him four hours to dismembered the body into pieces and put it in a black plastic bag.

It took him another three hours to cleaned up the scene.

He stood dazedly in the bathroom and was in a trance for a moment.

After he calmed himself down, he found a discarded cardboard box from the storeroom and put the black plastic bag in it.

He then moved the cardboard box into the elevator, put it in the corner of the wall, and wiped his sweat.

At this time, the sky had shown a little drizzle of morning glow indicated that the night had passed.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Xiang Wenhao walked out carrying the cardboard box and found the car parked on the roadside of the residential areas.

He put the cardboard box in the passenger seat and started the engine.

His mind was blank. He only relied on his instinct to drive.

As the day wore on and the night fell, the car was already on a highway in the outskirts of another city.

The road was lined with endless wilderness, and in between, there were some half-human size tall weeds and crooked trees.

The whole highway was steeped in darkness.

Not even half of a passing car could be seen in a radius of miles around.

Xiang Wenhao decided:

——He will start dumping the pieces of the body here.

He put on gloves, moved the cardboard box out of the car, and took out the shovel that he had prepared beforehand from the trunk.

He opened the black plastic bag, knitted his brows, and pondered for a while before finally decided to bury the head first.

After buried the head, he would continue to drive on, dumping the rest of the body in this manner, at regular intervals.

Xiang Wenhao pushed through the rustling weeds and into the wilderness. He stopped about twenty meters away from the highway and dug a one-meter-deep hole with a shovel.

He carefully took out Zhou Zimo’s head from the plastic bag.

The head was too ghastly to look at. It was covered with large and small cuts that Xiang Wenhao had cut out of his anger. The flesh and blood poured out on the outside and exposed the eerie white bones.

An eyeball fell out of its eye socket and dangled in the air. The other eye was tightly closed, and some bright red blood flowed out from the little gap.

Xiang Wenhao sighed.

——Such a beautiful face, it is a pity.

He held the head with both hands and moved it over the hole.

When he was about to let go, the tightly closed eye on Zhou Zimo’s blood-soaked face actually opened!

There was no white in his eye, just a black hole, and occasionally some disgusting purge fluid would disgorge.

The head stared straight at Xiang Wenhao, the corner of its mouth curved up, and let out a chilling string of laughter and said:

“～～Hao～～let’s get married～～～～”

Xiang Wenhao let out a piercing scream. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed.

His clothes were soaked in cold sweats and clung to his skin, sending a tingling chillness to his back.

He looked around blankly and found the apartment bright with lights.

There were noises coming from the TV in the living room, high and low, rising and falling.

He looked at the clock on the wall and found the hour hand on the clock was pointing at twelve o’clock. It was midnight.

——He had slept for seventeen whole hours!

Xiang Wenhao rubbed his aching temple and tried to dispel the remaining fragments of the nightmare in his head.

However, he immediately let out a frightful roar and darted towards the living room door.

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He rushed into the elevator and found the cardboard box leaning quietly against a corner of the wall.

——This cardboard box was shockingly the one in his dream!

In an instant, he remembered all the details:

——Not only did he put the pieces of Zhou Zimo’s body in a black plastic bag that day, but he also put the plastic bag in a discarded cardboard box.

This box in front of him was exactly the same as the one he used to dispose of the body!

Xiang Wenhao heard a “crash”.

There was something shattered in his head.

——The End of Chapter 7 ——

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