Chapter 753: Chapter 436: The Ruthless Cao Heng

Just now, in a moment of distraction, he seemed to see a hand dragging the dead mouse into the paper box.

But the movement was too quick, and with only the light from the streetlamp outside seeping in, he couldn’t see very clearly.

However, moments later, a chewing sound emanated from inside the paper box, and a nauseating scene immediately came to Gu Dekang’s mind.

The chair he was sitting on started to rotate on its own again, facing the large paper box once more.

Thump thump!

Two familiar noises came from within the box.

Gu Dekang knew it was a reminder that it was time to place something inside the circle.

He instinctively reached into his pocket, feeling his arm seemed a bit more flexible than before, but his legs were still weak, unable to stand up.

There was nothing left in the right pocket, but the left pocket seemed a bit bulgy; he didn’t know what else was inside.

Gu Dekang slowly inserted his left hand into his pocket and immediately touched a slimy round object. He paused, pinching the object slowly, pulling it out of his pocket to take a closer look.

An eyeball!

Trailing from behind the eyeball were some severed optic nerves, as though it had just been removed from someone’s eye socket.

On seeing this, Gu Dekang, despite being a three-star Exorcist, got such a fright that his hand trembled, and the eyeball fell out, landing perfectly within the circle on top of the paper box.

Since it was still wet, the eyeball didn’t roll away but stuck directly onto the surface of the box.

Without hesitation, Gu Dekang secretly moved his arm, feeling some strength return to his right arm, though not as quickly as his left.

He glanced at the magnetic knife by his right foot, within reach if he used his right hand to hook it.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that the chair he was sitting on hadn’t turned this time; it stayed completely still in its original position.

The next second, he saw the lid of the paper box slightly rise, as if something inside was pushing it up.

Then a bluish-black arm slowly extended from the opened gap.

The hand was slender, but the nails were both long and sharp, black, as if they had been deliberately manicured.

At the instant the lid of the box opened, a chill rushed over him.

Gu Dekang stared as the reaching-out black hand moved slowly towards the eyeball in the circle, and after a moment hovered above it, grasped it, and slowly retracted into the box.

About four or five seconds later, a squelch!

Gu Dekang remembered the sound he made last time he bit into a grape he had thrown into his mouth.

His stomach churned, but he immediately suppressed it and focused on the magnetic knife by his foot.

The mobility of his body was gradually increasing; the numbness he felt upon waking had disappeared. Gu Dekang slightly bent his body; due to being overweight, reaching the magnetic knife required more effort than it would for an average person.

Soon his fingertips touched the handle of the knife.

However, at this time, two more sounds came from inside the box–thump, thump.

It was time to put in the next item.

But this time Gu Dekang didn’t plan to pay it any attention; he was about to grab the magnetic knife. His body was bent as far down as it could go, but the excess flesh on his stomach, being squeezed together, made it difficult for him to breathe, as his just-recovered body felt the pressure.

He quickly glanced at the still silent paper box, then, with a determined breath, pushed his body down again, grabbed the handle with a hook of his right hand, and his legs gathered some strength, ready to stand up.

But what Gu Dekang didn’t expect was that he underestimated his weight; he exerted too much force and his body tipped forward. As he grabbed the magnetic knife, he almost fell over.

In a moment of urgency, his right hand grasped the knife while his left pressed against the paper box to stabilize his figure.

But he did not notice that when he pressed down, his index and middle fingers landed straight into the circle on the box.

And at that moment, the lid of the box jerked open a crack, and the previously seen black arm quickly reached out, grabbing Gu Dekang’s index and middle fingers and yanking them forcefully into the box.

Just as Gu Dekang’s right hand managed to grab the magnetic knife, his pupils shrank. Taking advantage of his forward momentum, he swung the magnetic knife; its magnetic glow enveloping the blade as he spared no mercy slashing at the black arm.

The next second, the knife landed solidly on the grotesque slender arm, but with a flash, the magnetic glow completely vanished.

Looking again at the arm, there was only a faint mark that quickly disappeared.

At the same moment, Gu Dekang screamed in agony, feeling an unbearable sharp pain in his arm.

Rip!

Half of his arm was brutally torn off by the black hand, flesh and blood splattering, leaving bones stark-white, quickly drenched in blood.

The torn half-arm had already been dragged into the box by the black hand.

At that moment, Gu Dekang was drenched in cold sweat, his forehead streaming with heavy perspiration, and his facial features twisted in severe pain.

He slumped in the chair, completely devoid of strength, his right hand tightly clutching the wound where his arm had been ripped off, trying to stem the flow of blood, but to no avail.

The lid of the box slowly closed again; but when there was only a gap left, it stopped.

Shortly after, a pair of white pupils appeared in the dark slit, staring silently at Gu Dekang, exuding strangeness… and mockery…

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