Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Blood gushed out from the cut wound, spurting from the neck to the limbs, soaking the whole body from top to bottom. The floor-length white robe that was naturally replaced after entering the boss space was instantly covered with scarlet.

From a distance, it looks like it is wearing a very bright red dress.

Bai Jun lowered his wrists, clenched his fingers into fists and placed them on the sides of his legs, silently allowing the blood to drain out of his body as if he was committing suicide by cutting his wrists.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the wound that had been gushing blood could no longer bleed. All that was left was the cut flesh, turned outward, exposing the fascia and bones.

The ground was already a pool of blood that was red to black.

Seeing that the wound finally stopped bleeding, Bai Jun curled his lips into a faint smile, which was fleeting.

He raised his hand with great effort, and his wide sleeves dragged on the ground, leaving bright bloodstains.

A strange red line was wrapped around the wrist bone, hanging down along the fingertips and soaked in a pool of blood, the color was dark black.

In the corner, the invisible object that was previously bound by the red line could not help but tremble at a low frequency and began to emit an ethereal sound similar to a low hum, with a strong sense of sadness.

“Please, let me go—”

Bai Jun looked up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice was hoarse with blood, and she said in an ambiguous tone: "Relax, I'm not going to touch you, why are you so scared?"

The red thread pulled the little finger of his right hand, causing it to tremble slightly.

He said: "I was counting on you to help me buy some time. How desperate must I be to touch you at this time?"

Several red lines soaked in blood slowly retracted. One of them was attached to the joint of the right wrist, and it pierced into the flesh along the wound, penetrated the bones, and went deep into the bone marrow.

Then, Bai Jun lowered his eyes and broke his right index finger expressionlessly.

After a crisp "click" sound, the middle finger joint was dislocated, and it was raised unnaturally between the index finger and its twisted posture.

He seemed to feel no pain at all as he calmly withdrew his hand, looked at his broken index finger, and manipulated the red thread that penetrated into the bone marrow to pull the finger bone back into place.

From the outside, it seemed that the broken index finger was twisted even more, and the heart-wrenching sound of bones colliding could be heard continuously.

Two seconds later, it recovered perfectly.

It was like a magic trick with great effects.

It's like a puppet secretly controlled by a puppeteer.

The only difference is that the puppet being manipulated is the puppeteer himself.

After testing that the red line had not reduced his control over himself, Bai Jun, without any hesitation, let the red line penetrate the wounds on his limbs and neck, allowing it to penetrate the bones of his entire body, marking every joint with red lines, turning himself into an obedient "puppet".

In order to prevent unnecessary accidents during the process.

He even used red thread to penetrate his shoulder blades on both sides to stabilize himself.

Until every part of the body was connected with red lines, the red line that passed through the shoulder blade was removed.

As soon as he withdrew the red thread, the blood hole that pierced his shoulder blade began to close and heal, quickly transforming from a blood scab into pink tender flesh. Not only that, the other wounds on his body were also healing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, no scars were left, and the skin everywhere was as smooth as new.

Apart from the half-dried pool of blood on the ground and the messy red robe on his body, there seemed to be nothing to prove that Bai Jun had just committed an act of self-abuse.

He stood up and walked to the corner where the red line pierced the restraints.

With a smile, he said, "Want to leave?"

"Promise me one thing and I'll let you go."

Bai Jun rolled up his blood-stained robe, revealing the dense red thread wrapped around his thin wrist bones.

He casually picked up one of the strands and threw it lightly onto the invisible object.

"Give this to the silver mermaid."

"How can he feel better if I'm in so much pain?"