Punkota Lake. Moonlight pierced through the damp, cold mist, shining on a man and a woman.
However, if one could clearly see what this man and woman were doing, no one would consider them a couple.
"fuck! You monster, what exactly are you?" Jeremy, terrified, collapsed to the ground, watching Megan, whom he had just stabbed through the heart, stare coldly at him.
"Heh, it's a good thing I'm a monster, otherwise I would have died!"
Megan pulled the knife from her left chest, her tone cold and mocking.
She hadn't expected that while they were enjoying the moon, Jeremy would ask her to close her eyes. She thought it would be a soft kiss, but instead, a cold blade pierced her body.
Looking at the panicked boy, Megan felt her love die, dying on such an unusual night.
Yet, for some reason, Megan suddenly wanted to know why he had done it.
"Why did you kill me? Even if you just wanted to toy with my feelings, I wouldn't hate you this much!"
But Jeremy was utterly terrified by Megan at this moment. When Megan faced a life-or-death crisis, her true nature was clearly awakened.
And how could an ordinary human boy be qualified to face an Old God, even if it was just a low-dimensional projection of an Old God? He still couldn't look directly at it.
Therefore, Megan's question was futile. Jeremy, as if seeing a true monster, was so scared that he soiled himself, repeating foolishly, "Monster, monster!"
Seeing that she wouldn't get any important information, Megan angrily plunged the short dagger in her hand into his skull, then twisted her wrist and turned to walk back towards the barbecue lawn.
She was somewhat worried now whether Louise and the others would encounter danger. Although Chris was there, Megan believed that even if something happened, they would get through it safely. But as family, Megan was still a little worried.
And as Megan rushed back, Louise was also dealing with two human traffickers.
Louise, looking deranged, tied the unconscious Dean to a chair, then laughed maniacally and asked Mickey, "Can you tell me what your purpose is? Why did you kidnap my family?"
Even though Mickey was a hypnotist with psychic abilities, facing this situation now, she trembled like a sieve, her eyes revealing unease.
Or rather, precisely because she possessed some psychic abilities and understood some psychology, she better understood the situation of this madwoman in front of her.
Cold, scorching, rapidly changing mental states shifted within this woman's mind, and each mental state was so extreme.
If the human brain were compared to steel, then even steel, after so many extreme changes, would turn into a pile of shattered fragments.
But Mickey could feel that the madwoman's spirit was becoming increasingly solid, as if what she considered extreme emotions had appeared countless times on this woman.
It had long since tempered the other party's spiritual will to surpass that of a human.
So, hearing Louise's question, even though she was extremely frightened, Mickey still struggled to speak: "Bodies. My husband possesses a brain transplant surgery that can remove a portion of someone else's brain tissue and transplant it into a healthy human body.
Through this technique, our family has secretly amassed great wealth in this small town. And those elderly and disabled people outside are our customers."
Louise nodded knowingly, then moved the dinner knife slightly away from Mickey's face, and then asked again, "So that's how it is. What about my useless husband? Have you killed him already? Or does someone actually find him desirable?"
Feeling the wetness on her cheek, Mickey didn't know if it was her tears or blood.
But hearing Louise's question, she didn't have time to focus on what it was and quickly replied, "No, no, he's still alive. Someone saw his potential and reserved him in advance."
Hearing this, Louise was a little surprised, "Oh? Someone saw Peter's potential? How come I didn't know my husband had any potential?"
"It's your child. His strong and well-built physique made a frail customer imagine that your husband also had that kind of potential."
Louise, having gotten her answer, burst into laughter, swinging the dinner knife in her hand repeatedly, lightly grazing Mickey's face several times, making her retract her head forcefully in fear.
"Peter... Peter has potential? That's truly the funniest joke I've ever heard!" Louise laughed until she was out of breath before she had the energy to express her thoughts.
After a hearty laugh, Louise got up from Mickey's legs, her words implying she would let her go, "Alright, seeing as you're so honest, I'll spare your life."
Just as Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly sensed that Louise's emotions were off; it was a sign of changing her mind.
"NO!" Mickey screamed.
But ultimately, it wasn't as fast as the knife in Louise's hand. As a woman who could give birth to an Old God's projection, Louise possessed extraordinary potential.
And at this moment, with her dark side awakened, this part of her physical potential was also awakened.
This allowed her to perform some miraculous operations.
For example, driving a dinner knife into an adult male's skull from two or three meters away.
Looking at Dean, whose forehead and skull were pierced, Mickey shed tears of pain.
The catalysis of this extreme emotion also caused a slight enhancement in her psychic abilities.
But this was clearly useless against Louise, so Mickey did not act rashly. Instead, she spoke, "Your daughter was tricked away by my son. If the plan hasn't changed, she should have already been killed."
"Oh? Are you talking about Megan?" Louise chuckled, turning back, as if completely unconcerned about Megan's life or death.
To Mickey's astonished gaze, Louise laughed, "If your son wasn't armed, he probably couldn't do anything to my daughter. Her strength is greater than an adult male's.
So instead of worrying about my daughter, you should worry about your son. I wonder what kind of death he'll meet?"
She hadn't expected her plan to enrage Louise to suddenly fail before it even began, and she even received news that made her even more desperate.
Mickey closed her eyes in pain, with a death wish in her expression, "Kill me!"
Looking at Mickey, who was seeking death, Louise leaned down, wiped the blood from her cheek, and slowly said, "You haven't seen your business collapse, nor have you seen your son's corpse. How can I let you die like this?"
Louise hadn't forgotten this woman's malice towards her. Driven by a desire for revenge, she wanted this woman to witness the complete destruction of everything she had ever stood for, and then die with regret.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disservice to her awakening?
Emitting a strange laugh, Louise picked out two handy greatswords and turned to walk out the door.
To hell with family, to hell with being a housewife!
Louise didn't want to care about anything now; she just wanted to kill to her heart's content!