I rely on unlimited life extension

The elevator doors opened slowly with a "ding," and Lin Zhihao and Mengna stepped in side by side.

The space inside the elevator was limited, but the atmosphere was so heated by their previous conversation that it seemed as if it were about to burst into flames.

Mona's eyes were full of affection, and her red lips parted slightly: "Would you like to come to my car and take a look? It's very spacious, so you don't have to worry about not being able to move around freely."

Her tone was soft and sweet, with a slight upward slant at the end, conveying a seductive hint.

Lin Zhihao's lips curled into a carefree smile as he retorted, "I never worry about myself; I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

As he finished speaking, his gaze roamed freely over Mona, full of amusement.

Mona wasn't annoyed. She stretched out her fingertips, like a nimble butterfly, and lightly brushed across Lin Zhihao's muscular chest, leaving a faint, almost imperceptible touch. She said coquettishly, "Really? Then I'd love to see it for myself."

Such bold interaction filled the small elevator with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Stepping out of the elevator, the two walked straight to a convertible sports car. Its body lines were sleek, and it gleamed with a cold, hard sheen under the lights, much like the feeling Mona gave off—a blend of allure and danger.

As soon as Lin Zhihao sat in the passenger seat, the convertible top automatically rose and smoothly moved forward to its original position, completely isolating the interior space from the outside world, as if it were a private world of its own.

The time inside the car began with soft laughter and ambiguous touches, but soon it was filled with the rubbing of clothes and rapid breathing.

For a full hour, the noise inside the car gradually subsided from its initial intensity. Just when Lin Zhihao thought the "confrontation" was over, an even more intense "battle" erupted after a brief moment of silence, as if trying to break through the small space.

After a long while, Lin Zhihao finally pushed open the car door and got out. A thin and long line of blood on his neck was shocking and eye-catching. Blood slowly seeped out, and his clothes were torn in two places on his chest, with pieces of cloth hanging messily.

He raised his hand to touch the wound on his neck, still shaken, and thought to himself, "Luckily I reacted quickly and dodged in time! Who would have thought that this woman could hide a razor blade in her mouth and spit it out so easily."

Looks like my hard qigong skills are still far from perfect; I couldn't even defend against a mere blade. I almost got killed by her. That was damn close!

Thinking about it, he frowned, pressing his sleeve against his wound while warily glancing at Mona's corpse. His eyes held both lingering fear and a renewed scrutiny of the woman.

System notification: Punisher, you have punished the traitor Mona. You have gained 8 points of system energy, 100 hours of life time, 1 point of free attribute, and 1 green orb.

Upon opening the green light, a system notification appears, indicating that you have acquired the active skill, "Bewitched."

Bewitched: From the movie "Bewitched," this refers to a demonic possession that bewitches the target's mind and senses, awakening their inner fears until death. Using this skill consumes system energy and life time, depending on the target's mental strength.

Lin Zhihao sat in the driver's seat, his brows furrowed, staring at an inconspicuous corner of the car, still wondering to himself: "This skill is really weird, just like the ghost wall or ghost blinding in Hong Kong horror movies. It can make people dizzy and eventually scare them to death. I really don't know what kind of strange thing is behind it."

But right now, there were more important things waiting for him, so he didn't have time to think. He stepped on the gas and drove Mona's sports car at breakneck speed toward the Kadoorie Hill Garden Villa, which was Liu Yaozu's stronghold.

The roar of the sports car engine came to an abrupt halt outside the tranquil villa area. Lin Zhihao raised his hand and honked the horn, the sharp sound shattering the surrounding silence.

Before long, the villa’s grand gate slowly opened, like a giant beast opening its mouth. Lin Zhihao drove straight in, familiar with the way, and parked steadily in front of the villa in the large area shrouded in shadow.

Time ticked by, but Mona showed no sign of getting out of the car. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze outside.

Two servants, who were waiting to the side, looked at each other with puzzlement. After exchanging a glance, they slowly stepped forward.

They bent over, bringing their faces close to the car window, trying to see what was happening inside through the glass, but the window was tinted dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

One of the servants gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed the car door handle, expecting it would take some effort, but to his surprise, the door opened with a gentle pull.

In an instant, the scene inside the car came into view, leaving the two speechless with astonishment.

Mona's clothes were disheveled, and the folds seemed to conceal traces of the fierce "confrontation" that had just taken place.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror and resentment, her eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets. Her neck was limp and tilted to one side at a frighteningly twisted angle, clearly indicating that she had suffered a severe injury and was broken.

Looking at the back seat, the once neatly arranged items were scattered all over the floor, as if a small "storm" had passed. The scene was a mess, filled with an indescribable atmosphere of death and terror.

Upon seeing the horrific scene inside the car, the two servants turned deathly pale, their legs went weak, and they could barely move. They scrambled and stumbled towards the villa, their cries of terror shattering the villa's tranquility.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yaozu was like a powder keg that had been lit, his face full of anger, his steps as rapid as drumbeats, rushing out with soaring rage.

Behind him, a group of servants and maids followed closely, their expressions panicked and their steps hurried, like a flock of sheep driven by a storm.

Liu Yaozu rushed straight to the sports car and saw the exposed skin under Mengna's disheveled clothes and her horrified, unseeing eyes. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if they were about to spit fire. His teeth clenched so hard that they made a grinding sound, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged out. Every bite was filled with bone-chilling hatred.

However, an unexpected turn of events occurred! A gunshot rang out, shattering the stillness of the air, its sharp sound like a death knell.

Liu Yaozu felt a numbness in his back, let out a muffled groan, and instinctively lunged forward, frantically bracing his hands against the sports car. Using that force, he flew off at an angle like a wild horse.

The moment he landed, he rolled over and nimbly hid behind the lush greenery and potted plants around him, the movement was so fluid and seamless, like a startled rabbit.

The servants had never seen anything like this before. Their screams instantly pierced the sky, and they pushed and shoved each other, creating chaos like a pot of boiling porridge.

Liu Yaozu lay prone in the grass, his heart pounding like a drum, each beat causing a sharp pain in his chest.

He was panting heavily, his eyes peering warily through the gaps in the grass at the fleeing servants, trying to spot the enemy among their panicked figures, but all he could see was chaos and confusion.

Thinking back on the events of the past few days, first his capable assistant Ah Bao lost his life, and now Mona has also died tragically in the car. His painstakingly built team has suffered heavy losses and is in great shape.

Just when he was in a panic, he was inexplicably shot, and his opponent was like a ghost hiding in the darkness, his identity a mystery.

As a seasoned conman who had been navigating the underworld for many years, he had never felt so powerless and uncertain before. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

Composing himself, Liu Yaozu suppressed his panic and cautiously reached down to his back, his fingertips touching sticky, warm blood.

Fortunately, the bullets did not seem to have hit any vital organs, and there was no immediate danger to his life. However, this relief from surviving the ordeal was fleeting, as the shadow of an unknown enemy loomed over him.

At that moment, the tranquility was broken by a sinister wind, which was like a cold blade, scraping along the ground and carrying a bone-chilling cold, and went straight into Liu Yaozu's collar.

In the wind, a familiar and affectionate name was faintly carried—"Azu." The voice was ethereal and dreamlike, as if it came from a distant place, or as if it were whispering in one's ear.

Liu Yaozu froze, and a name instantly popped into his mind—Lu Yingying.

"Impossible, isn't she dead? And I killed her myself..."

Before the thought could even finish, a striking white figure suddenly caught my eye. A pair of exquisite white high heels, their surfaces spotless, stood out dazzlingly white against the shadows of the grass. The heels tapped lightly on the ground, making a clattering sound like a death knell.

Looking up from the shoes, you see smooth, delicate calves, and above that, the familiar white dress, its hem swaying gently like a beckoning flower dancing in the dark night.

Liu Yaozu's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

This dress was what Lu Yingying wore before she died; the bloody scene of that day flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

His throat tightened, and the sound of him swallowing was particularly clear in the silence. His hands unconsciously clenched the grass beside him, and his knuckles turned white.

Driven by extreme fear, he took a deep breath, as if summoning all his courage, and struggled to lift his head.

The moment their eyes met, that face that had appeared countless times in the depths of his memory, a face that should have long been buried in the earth, appeared so vividly before him—Lu Yingying, her face lifelike, her lips seemingly smiling yet not smiling, but her eyes empty and cold, staring straight at him, as if trying to see through his soul.

Liu Yaozu's scalp instantly flared up, every single hair seemed to stand upright, his body hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose layer upon layer.

A scream of "Oh dear!" escaped uncontrollably, the sound distorted and trembling with fear, carrying far through the garden shrouded in night.

At this moment, the pain from the gunshot wound on his back was long forgotten. He used both hands and feet, like prey being chased by a wild beast, and desperately scrambled backward, knocking over potted plants and breaking flowers in his panic. He was in a sorry state, only hoping to escape this strange and terrifying place as soon as possible.

"Grandma, why are you running away? Come here quickly. We promised to get married, have you forgotten?"

Lu Yingying's voice drifted over, carrying a chilling aura, yet her tone was surprisingly intimate. In this quiet and eerie atmosphere, every word was like a death knell tolling on Liu Yaozu's heart.

Liu Yaozu glanced over in horror and saw that Lu Yingying's once pure white dress was now soaked in blood, its color thickening and becoming so red it looked as if it were about to ooze blood. Under the dim moonlight, it exuded a chilling and eerie aura.

"This is bad, this is really bad!" Liu Yaozu roared inwardly, turned around and ran away, running in a panic.

But after taking only two steps, Lu Yingying appeared in front of him like a ghost, blocking his way.

Liu Yaozu's pupils contracted sharply. At this critical moment, his adrenaline surged. Without thinking, he kicked out with all his might towards Lu Yingying.

With a thud, Lu Yingying was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. Taking advantage of the moment, Liu Yaozu ran wildly, his feet barely touching the ground, fleeing for his life towards the villa.

He stumbled and staggered into the villa, went straight to the bedroom, frantically rummaged through the drawers, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, mingling with the dust on his face, making him look utterly disheveled.

Finally, his fingertips touched the cold metal, and a pistol came into view. He gripped the handle as if it were a lifeline, took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his racing heart and bolster his courage.

At this moment, Lu Yingying's haunting cries still echoed outside the bedroom, each sound a death knell.

Liu Yaozu gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, grabbed his gun and rushed out the door, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Don't try to scare me like that!"

"Lu Yingying, I'm warning you, since I dared to kill you once, I won't hesitate to kill you again! Don't think you can control me with these tricks!"

Looking up, Lu Yingying was slowly walking up the stairs, a faint, meaningful smile on her lips, her eyes vacant yet fixed on him, as if she were watching an amusing farce.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yaozu's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in anger, "You filthy bastard, die!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and fired two shots with a "bang, bang," flashes of fire passing through the dimly lit stairwell, filling the air with acrid gunpowder smoke.

Lu Yingying's body swayed, as if struck by an invisible force, and she fell straight down.

Looking at the scene before him, Liu Yaozu burst into a vicious, maniacal laugh. The laughter echoed in the villa's corridor, filled with madness and the lingering fear of surviving a close call. He shouted as he laughed, "I'm not afraid of you, Lu Yingying. You dare to come out and try again if you dare!"

But his slightly trembling hands betrayed the lingering fear deep within his heart.

Liu Yaozu had just let out a fierce laugh after getting rid of "Lu Yingying" and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when two more figures suddenly darted out from outside the door.

Upon closer inspection, they were two identical Lu Yingyings! Their appearance, clothing, and even the sinister smiles on their faces were exactly the same.

Liu Yaozu felt as if he had been struck by an electric current, and his whole body trembled violently. His pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes were filled with terror that almost overflowed.

"Ah—" he roared at the top of his lungs, as if to dispel the fear in his heart. Almost reflexively, he raised the gun again, aimed it at the two Lu Yingyings, and frantically pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..." A series of gunshots rang out in the silent villa, deafeningly loud. The muzzle flashes flickered incessantly in the dim environment, and the acrid smoke instantly filled the air.

With the sound of gunfire, the two Lu Yingyings seemed to be struck by an invisible force, swayed violently, and then fell straight down, like chopped-down puppets.

At this moment, Liu Yaozu couldn't tell whether he was more shocked or more afraid. He felt as if he were in an absurd nightmare from which he couldn't escape.

His originally fierce laughter now became extremely eerie, neither crying nor laughing, echoing in the empty corridor with an indescribable sense of dread.