Chapter 5

After having his tongue cut three times, Kou Wuzhe finally regained consciousness from the terror and agony, loudly defending himself, “Wait, I didn’t commit verbal karma! I only typed on the keyboard; I never spoke the words aloud, so it doesn’t count as verbal karma. You can’t punish me like this!”

The four little demons fell silent for a moment.

“Oh, right. Nowadays people curse without even opening their mouths. Does that still count as verbal karma?”

“Of course it does! Using hands is even more sinful than using the mouth. Punishment is necessary! And it must be harsher!”

“If it's about using hands instead of the mouth, then just cutting tongues isn’t enough. We should cut off their hands too.”

The three little demons exchanged glances and laughed wildly, “Exactly, not only cut tongues but also hands!”

Kou Wuzhe gazed fearfully as one demon clamped his right hand with scissors, snapping it off with a crunch. Amid the agony, a dreadful voice whispered in his ear: Verbal karma leads one down to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling.

That night, repeatedly enduring the cutting of tongue and hands, Kou Wuzhe felt unprecedented remorse for his actions.

It wasn’t until dawn, when he woke from bed, that he realized everything he had experienced was nothing but a nightmare.

His forehead was burning hot to the touch. Opening his mouth, his dry, hoarse throat ached painfully. The terrifying ordeal of the previous night seemed like a dream, but just slightly opening his mouth sent a bone-deep pain to the root of his tongue. Thankfully, his hands were unharmed.

This thought lingered until he got out of bed, only to stumble and fall flat on the floor. Instinctively pushing himself up with both hands, two cracks sounded sharply. Agonizing pain shot from his hands to his brain, making him painfully aware that both his hands were broken!

Coincidentally, many others suffered similarly terrible experiences—entire troll armies wiped out, neatly lined up in hospitals for IVs and casts.

The entire trolling industry was shaken.

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Gu Yunshuang slept straight through until the doorbell rang, then groggily got up to open the door.

Outside stood his manager, Sister Hua.

Seeing Gu Yunshuang’s listless state, Sister Hua asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

Gu Yunshuang snapped to attention and replied casually, “Nothing, I just stayed up a bit late last night.”

Sister Hua didn’t believe him at all. Gu Yunshuang looked utterly wilted, his eyes red and swollen, as if deeply wronged.

She had been guiding him into the entertainment industry and stood by him through thick and thin. She knew his nature best.

Normally, with Gu Yunshuang’s cold and indifferent temperament, even if online trolls fabricated terrible slanders or others deliberately excluded him, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

When he injured his hand during filming and broke bones, he never complained, showing no sign of grievance.

Sister Hua almost thought she was still half asleep but mostly felt worried.

“Really, it’s nothing,” Gu Yunshuang repeated firmly.

Knowing he was unwilling to talk further, she dropped the subject and changed the topic, “You messaged me last night saying your childhood friend was coming over. I brought the clothes you asked for. Where is he?”

Gu Yunshuang’s mood dropped again recalling the other’s silent departure. “No need anymore. He doesn’t need them.”

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