Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

Xu Miaomiao had just stepped into the house and had not even caught her breath when a series of rapid and heavy knocks on the door rang out.

She was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, the door burst open as if blown open by a strong wind.

What came into view was Zhou Fuquan's face distorted by anger. His eyes were like two sharp daggers, piercing Xu Miaomiao's heart, making her lose the courage to speak in an instant.

"You..." Xu Miaomiao had just uttered a word when a black shadow flashed by, and then a cold stick hit her face hard.

"Ah--" Xu Miaomiao let out a shrill scream, and fell to the ground powerlessly like a scarecrow blown down by the wind.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dilapidated factory, surrounded by mottled walls and scattered scrap metal, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of mold.

She screamed in terror: "Where is this? Why am I here?"

At this moment, Zhou Fuquan's gloomy voice, like a dark cloud, exploded in Xu Miaomiao's ears: "Xu Miaomiao, look at you now, you look so comfortable, and what about me? You have ruined my family and my loved ones, and I am in so much pain! How can you live your life with peace of mind? Huh? Tell me, why?"

His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to pour out all his resentment on Xu Miaomiao.

Xu Miaomiao looked at him in horror and wanted to explain, but found that she could no longer speak.

At this moment, several burly men suddenly appeared behind Zhou Fuquan, with grim smiles on their faces and eyes full of greed and desire.

Zhou Fuquan pointed at Xu Miaomiao and said coldly, "Come here, this is the person I give you as a reward! Play with her well, even if she dies in the game! As long as I can make this woman suffer, I'll be satisfied!"

When Xu Miaomiao heard this, an unprecedented fear surged in her heart.

She struggled violently, trying to break free from the restraints, but her strength was too weak to break free.

"No! Zhou Fuquan, you can't do this to me! We used to be..." Her words were interrupted. Zhou Fuquan laughed wildly and interrupted her: "Why not? Who do you think you are? You are just a plaything in my hands! Remember, you must make sure that this woman no longer has the qualifications to be a woman!"

After saying this, he laughed even more wildly, as if he had already seen Xu Miaomiao's painful and desperate look.

Then he walked to the side, took out a camera from his pocket, and started to set it up. His face was full of excitement and anticipation, as if this cruel "game" was the most exciting show in his life.

Xu Miaomiao looked at Zhou Fuquan's actions and felt a deep despair in her heart.

She knew that she was probably doomed today.

However, she was still unwilling to give up hope. She struggled desperately, trying to find a chance to escape.

However, Zhou Fuquan seemed to see through her thoughts. He smiled coldly and said, "Xu Miaomiao, don't waste your energy. This is the place I carefully selected. It's surrounded by abandoned factories. No one will come here. Even if you scream at the top of your lungs, no one will come to save you!"

Xu Miaomiao felt even more desperate after hearing this.

Xu Miaomiao was ultimately unable to escape the nightmare, and her life came to an abrupt end in endless pain and despair.

Zhou Fuquan used his cruel method to completely extinguish Xu Miaomiao's life, and her death was so miserable that people could not bear to look at it.

What is even more outrageous is that Zhou Fuquan actually uploaded this outrageous video of abuse to the Internet, which instantly caused an uproar.

Every frame in the video is full of blood and violence, which makes people question the bottom line of human nature.

Netizens left messages condemning the incident, calling it a human tragedy and expressing their deep sympathy and condolences for Xu Miaomiao's experience.

And under the shadow of this tragedy, the third character, Ling Jinxing, quietly appeared.

On a dark night, Zhou Fuquan held a variety of tools in his hands, fully expecting that he could return to his luxurious villa to seek some comfort.

However, the moment he pushed open the bedroom door, he was greeted by bottomless darkness.

What terrified him even more was that the door behind him disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had been swallowed by darkness.

"Welcome back, Zhou Fuquan." A low and magnetic voice sounded in the darkness. Ling Jinxing, wearing a bright red dress, looked like a devil walking out of hell, and slowly walked into Zhou Fuquan's sight.

The dress was a dazzling red, as if stained with countless blood, which made people shudder.

Zhou Fuquan widened his eyes and looked at Ling Jinxing in horror, trying to find a chance of escape from the darkness.

"You...how come you are here? What the hell is this place?" His voice trembled, filled with fear and anxiety.

Ling Jinxing didn't answer, but just waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, countless black hands stretched out from the ground and wrapped around Zhou Fuquan like ghosts, constantly pulling him and trying to drag him into deeper darkness.

Those hands were cold and rough, making Zhou Fuquan feel unprecedented chill and fear.

"Let me go! You lowly creatures, get out of here!" Zhou Fuquan roared at the top of his lungs, waving his hands vigorously in an attempt to break free from the invisible hands that were binding him like iron pliers.

However, his struggle only made the restraints worse. Those hands seemed to have endless power, wrapping tighter and tighter, almost squeezing his bones until they crackled.

"Zhou Fuquan, enjoy this upcoming feast of death!" Ling Jinxing curled his lips into a sneer, his eyes flashing with greed.

She stared at Zhou Fuquan as if she was looking at a rare treasure.

The aura of death emanating from Zhou Fuquan was undoubtedly the most nourishing elixir in the world for him, a nourishing pill of the aura of death.

At this moment, the air around them suddenly became heavy, and gusts of cold air surged in from all directions, gathering into invisible hands that suddenly appeared beside Zhou Fuquan. They first grabbed his legs tightly, and then moved up like cold snakes, tightly wrapping around his body.

Zhou Fuquan's face turned as pale as paper. He could clearly feel that the aura of death was constantly eroding his vitality.

He shouted desperately, his voice full of despair and fear.

"Ling Tingmei, you will not die well! You will be punished by God for doing this!" Zhou Fuquan cursed at the top of his lungs.

Ling Jinxing didn't care at all. She burst into laughter, her voice filled with madness: "Divine punishment? What is that?"