bantayden 105. Evil and Punishment
105. Evil and Punishment
"Ah!! Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao, your hair... and your face, your face!"
The woman who was lazily lying on Cao Kun's shoulder suddenly burst into piercing screams.
She pointed at Cao Kun's hair that changed from black to gray in an instant, her face paled with fright and she trembled.
I saw that Cao Kun, who was still fierce just a second ago, now had a swollen face and fat accumulation on his body, as if he had changed himself.
The virtuous props failed, and Cao Kun's improved body and physique were all returned to their original shape.
"..."
Cao Kun turned his head slowly and gave her a blank expression.
The woman was terrified, couldn't bear it any longer, hurriedly grabbed her coat to cover her chest, and ran away as if fleeing.
at the same time.
In a residential building.
An old man unscrewed the bottle cap, intending to take some calcium tablets before going to bed.
This medicine is produced by the famous Kun's Pharmaceuticals, a big brand, and the price is also expensive, but the advantage is that the efficacy is really good.
The old man was stunned.
All that was left in the bottle was a pile of white powder, which smelled sterile, like a pinch of chalk dust!
In a high-end apartment.
The young woman in silk pajamas took off her mask, looked in the mirror, and stared dissatisfied at the acne marks on her forehead.
Enduring the pain, she carefully squeezed out a small piece of Kun Yao Scar Removing Cream, and applied it on the acne marks.
Severe burning pain came, and the young woman screamed, stumbled into the bathroom, and kept washing the plaster on the acne marks with cold water.
Jinling, deep in the old house of the Wu family.
"Old man, what's wrong with you, old man? Don't scare me!"
The thin, shirtless old man made two groaning noises, and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and bulged.
His lower body was bleeding profusely, and he just fell straight on the woman's belly...
Just when Cao Kun, whose appearance changed drastically, was sitting on the big sofa bed.
In every corner under the dark night, changes are happening one after another.
All the things produced by the Kun Group have problems!
Even the rejuvenating dew that Cao Kun dedicated to the old man of the Wu family in Jinling last year lost its effect in an instant.
As a result, the old guy who was "riding the horse" suddenly stumbled.
I couldn't lift it up in one breath, so I kicked my legs wildly, and died!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
In the dimly lit CEO's office break room, bursts of tragic laughter suddenly erupted.
Nosebleeds were still dripping down, already staining the plain white sheets around Cao Kun's legs red.
He was indifferent, just raised his head and laughed wildly.
Years of drinking, sex and lust, Cao Kun's body has actually collapsed long ago.
It's just that he has been able to improve his physique by taking those strange medicines in the merit store, and he has survived until now.
Now all merit props are invalid, and the past is all gone.
Cao Kun was not only beaten back to his original shape in an instant, he was even inferior to ordinary middle-aged men.
"What is this? I still have money and power!"
After a while, Cao Kun lowered his head, clenched his fists, and let out a low roar like a sick tiger roaring towards the empty lounge.
"No, after tonight, you have nothing."
An old man's voice suddenly sounded from above his head.
Cao Kun's dead soul was terrified, and he suddenly looked up.
In the house, there was a skinny old man at some point.
White vest, big pants, dirty plastic flip-flops on feet.
Stepping on an expensive carpet is almost a shining shoe print.
The old man waved his cattail fan and strolled in this luxuriously decorated rest room.
He wasn't shocked at all, on the contrary, he was as leisurely as he was walking in the streets and alleys.
"Don't ask, just listen to me."
The old man rubbed his bald head with the handle of his fan, and lazily said: "Cao Kun, the middle-level meritorious messenger, because your evil points have accumulated to the point where you are full of evil, this envoy is here to punish you."
"Only by you, what right do you have to punish me, Cao Kun!"
Cao Kun's swollen face twitched ferociously, his eyes were red, showing madness.
"Well, as long as you don't cause too much trouble, we don't bother to care about a casual messenger like you who no one takes to play with."
The old man sneered twice, and pointed at Cao Kun with his cattail fan.
"But you don't know how to repent, and you almost committed a serious crime. We can't just sit idly by."
"You? What are you guys!"
"I'm not even afraid of laws and regulations, but you, a bad old man?"
With a roar, Cao Kun reached out and opened the bedside table.
But before he could grab the pistol in the dark compartment, he saw the old man lightly waved the cattail fan.
That shiny black pistol instantly melted into a puddle of black water right under Cao Kun's eyes!
"Your parents have passed away and you have no wife or children, so all your assets will be anonymously donated to charities to atone for your sins."
Regardless of Cao Kun's horrified gaze.
The old man took out a large-screen mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and struggled to identify and read the writing on the screen one by one.
"You once poked someone's eyes out, so you're donating your cornea."
"You broke someone else's femur, so you have to suffer the same."
"You also conspired with others to murder your friend's property and rape women, so you have to suffer castration..."
He read lightly, but every time the words fell, Cao Kun let out a shrill cry.
Both eyes were bloody and bloody, leaving only two bloody holes.
The thigh burst open suddenly, and the flesh was flying, revealing the bloodshot white bone stubble.
The bath towel around his waist oozes patches of blood... The old man bared his teeth and took two steps back silently, so as not to be splashed with blood all over his body.
The list is too long and there are too many crimes.
The old guy was thinking about it, then simply shook his head and put the phone back in his trouser pocket.
"The heinous crime is unforgivable, and the crime is punishable. Cao Kun, please do it yourself."
There was a creak, but a certain floor-to-ceiling window disappeared out of thin air, allowing the high-altitude wind to blow into the house and blow open the small partition door.
The old guy looked at Cao Kun who had no good meat all over his body, and shook his head dullly.
He stepped out of the window and disappeared into the starlight.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Cao Kun lay powerlessly on the soft carpet.
Half of his tongue was blocked in his throat, making it difficult for him not only to speak, but also to breathe.
Because that's what he did once, snipping a competitor's tongue and shoving it down his throat.
Then he watched helplessly as the man's face turned purple, and he suffocated to death.
Blind, tongue broken, deaf, limbs crippled... Cao Kun is like a pile of rotten meat.
On the carpet, I could only exert my strength on my back, wriggling and crawling like a maggot.
He lost his sense of direction, he couldn't hear or see, he could only feel the night wind blowing in his face, and he thought that was the door of the room.
The desire to survive supported Cao Kun, working hard bit by bit.
But he didn't know at all that the exit he thought was the exit for survival was actually the edge of a cliff.
boom!
The figure fell and hit a car parked downstairs, causing a shrill siren to sound.
"It's really self-inflicted, I can't live."
The old man walking in the corridor of the hospital seemed to feel something, muttered something, shook his head, and continued to go upstairs.
Turning around the corridor, he waved his cattail fan and stood leisurely at the door of a certain ward.
In the room, Chen Dazhuang, who had been rescued by surgery all afternoon, was lying on the hospital bed, and his life was out of danger.
At this moment, wearing a breathing mask, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Chen Youcai looked tired, and sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, leaning against the wall and taking a rest with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, he sensed something.
Slowly opening his eyes, he was facing a pair of smiling old eyes.
"Hey, Chen Youcai, an intermediate merit messenger."
The old man grinned, showing his smoky yellow teeth, and said something lightly that made Chen Youcai jump three feet high.