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Nightmare Shuttle [BL]

The warm blood ran silently along the cold lines of his scalpel. The heavy, metallic scent of death yet to drift away with the chilling night. His knife sharpened with the dying echoes of his victim. Almost reverently, he ran his fingers along the edge, watching in awe as his blood intertwined with that of that pitiful soul. Tremors burned like fire in his body, the pleasure of death almost orgasmic in its wake. It was beautiful. His face reflected the light of the moonlight, he was enchanting yet dangerous. Darkness lurked in his midst. Like an incubus in the night, he lured his victims, watching as they willingly devoted themselves to his blade. All to keep this beautiful demon alive. --‐-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mysteriously he was dragged into this game, the blood still dripping from his fingertips. It did its best, all to please this sinister creature. Because beyond the void, something even darker, more terrifying stared lovingly at his angel, waiting desperately for him to fall deeper into the abyss once again, Chu Yi... Chu Yi... He's waiting. Wolfish Yandere Gong x Tsundere Serial Killer Shou [Unlimited Horror Instance] [Vote and comment to support the author's work] 《Every 500PS= 1 Extra Chapter》 《Every 50 Golden Tickets= 1 Extra Chapter》 《The cover is not mine. All credits to the owner. Twitter @BloodyBeni (Pintrest) Please DM if wanted to be taken down》 Discord: TomatoesandCoffee#7004 (I don't bite) ^Want to support me more? Send me a kofi^ https://ko-fi.com/tomatoesandcoffee

TomatoesandCoffee · LGBT+
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223 Chs

The Isolated Island (50)

Chu Yi angled his head to the side and chuckled happily, his voice was low, soft like a devil's whisper, scattered in the cold and gloomy night.

The red glow caused by their sudden appearance had not fully dispersed and it settled behind him like a golden red sunset splashing on Chu Yi's body, coating his outline with a layer of red.

As if where he was standing was not a dreary and desolate island but instead, he was sitting on a high-backed throne supporting his head with one hand, with a chilling smile, like a murderer looking forward to the excitement of a carnival. 

The others were startled by their unforeseen entrance and the gaze they used to look at them changed. The one universal precedent in the player's eyes was that information was key.

No matter how strong a person is, if he could not identify the crucial clues in the copy, he would only die without even knowing how he died.