Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 321 - 315: Nightingale and Rose 17

Josh looked at Anna, his gaze was beyond words.

She handed the butcher knife to Anna, who was initially stunned, then stared at the knife with some terror, her whole body trembling.

The butcher saw this and sneered: "I told you, she’s spineless. If she dared to resist, she would’ve run away long ago. You think you can drive a wedge between us? Anna loves me deeply to her core; there’s absolutely no way... Ah!!"

The butcher knife plunged into his shoulder, just barely missing the main artery.

The butcher stared at Anna incredulously: "You..."

Anna was trembling all over, her eyes bulging as if they might fall out of their sockets.

It was hard to tell whether her expression was more fearful or more excited.

In any case, she was definitely not calm.

Anna gripped the butcher knife, her expression gradually becoming fierce.

She suddenly pulled the butcher knife out, watching as the blood gushed out like a fountain. She panted heavily, her eyes gradually turning wild, a hint of laughter escaping her nose. Her whole being was like a breached flood, shaking fiercely, laughing out loud, her chest pounding violently. The laughter contained rushing rivers that surged through her chest, unstoppable, pulsing with her heartbeat, growing increasingly frenzied.

Just as she was about to stab the second time, Josh stopped her.

Anna’s body tensed instantly, and she stared at Josh warily: "You want to stop me?"

Her posture suggested that if Josh tried to stop her, she would immediately swing the knife at him.

Josh looked at her: "That’s my prey. If you want to stab him, you’ll have to answer my question first."

Anna gripped the knife tightly, her whole body covered in sweat from nervousness. Her lowered eyelids made it hard to discern her expression, but when her eyes darted cautiously to Josh, they revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Josh was not afraid of her and just smiled again: "If you can’t agree to my conditions, then sorry, the butcher might not end so easily as you wish."

The butcher on the ground moved slightly, surprisingly getting up and crawling towards Josh, kneeling down, his expression fierce but his body language entirely submissive.

Anna looked at Josh with apprehension, thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "Alright. What do you want to know? I’ll answer whatever I can. But I hope you keep your promise..." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She glanced at the kneeling butcher beside her: "One question allows me to stab him once."

Josh chuckled: "Of course."

Her eyes glanced over the door, and she activated her Infinite Dream ability, pulling Anna and the butcher into the dream realm.

Anna and the butcher, shocked by the sight before them, looked at Josh with increasing apprehension.

Josh asked: "Since the butcher always beats you, why don’t you run?"

Anna pursed her lips, looking at Josh with a hint of apprehension: "You heard it, I love him."

Josh stared at her and suddenly said: "You’re lying. You don’t love him at all."

Anna, as if predicting she would say that, denied expressionlessly: "How do you know I don’t love him? I am his wife, and in this life, I love only him, which is why I don’t run."

Josh thought for a moment and changed the topic: "When did the butcher start beating you?"

Anna glanced at the butcher beside her: "I’ve answered the first question, can I stab him now?"

Josh: "...Of course."

Anna walked over to the butcher, ignored his harsh threats, and fiercely stabbed him in the arm, giving it a hard twist.

The butcher’s remaining hand hung powerlessly at his side like a marionette’s arm missing its supporting string.

Satisfaction flickered in Anna’s eyes as she looked at Josh: "Second question, why did he start beating me? It was three years ago; before that, it never happened."

This time she didn’t consult Josh; after answering, she directly swung the knife down, stabbing fiercely in the butcher’s left leg behind the knee, twisting hard.

The butcher screamed in agony, his massive body collapsing to the side, unable to hold up.

Josh’s gaze scanned back and forth between Anna and the butcher, asking: "Since you like him so much, why do you still want to hurt him?"

Anna sneered: "Of course, it’s because of love."

She turned the knife to another side, severing the butcher’s other leg, then looked at Josh: "Can’t you see it? We deeply love each other. He beats me because he loves me, and I retaliate because I love him deeply."

Josh speculated silently and asked again: "When was the rose garden at your door planted? I saw the family photo in your shop, and there were no roses in front of the shop when it was taken."

Anna’s eyes flickered with what seemed like fear, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Three years ago. We didn’t plant them. The roses grew from the ground by themselves."

After she finished speaking, she swung the knife towards the butcher’s ankle.

The butcher let out another scream, drenched in sweat, his face horribly pale, his previously massive frame shrinking smaller and smaller with each continuous stabbing.

Josh squinted his eyes: "Even though you both obviously dislike each other, why don’t you get a divorce?"

Anna and the butcher instinctively looked at each other.

The butcher suddenly went berserk, lunging at Anna: "Bitch! If you dare to lie, I’ll tear you apart!"

But being incapacitated, the butcher was just a powerless wreck, and Anna narrowly sidestepped his attack, coldly looking at Josh: "Sorry, I don’t want to answer your questions anymore."

She threw the butcher knife onto the ground, evidently refusing to answer any more of Josh’s questions.

Anna made no secret of the calculation in her expression; from the start, she’d only wanted to use Josh’s hand to incapacitate the butcher.

Josh looked at the knife on the ground, picked it up, and looked in Anna’s direction: "Do you think you’re pretty smart?"

Anna snorted coldly, turning her face away.

Josh beckoned with his fingers, a blue light flashing across the butcher’s body.

The butcher slowly stood up from the ground, deflated but still much taller than a woman.

Josh looked at Anna, his beautiful big eyes narrowing slightly, and when he smiled, the tear troughs wrinkled, giving his eyes a beautiful petal shape: "You didn’t think, did you, that by incapacitating him, I can’t handle you? If I want to, he can stand up anytime~."

The butcher was overjoyed at feeling the sensation return to his limbs.

Josh handed the knife to the butcher: "Now, you just need to answer a few questions from me, and I’ll let you stab her a few times. Are you willing?"

The butcher stared at Anna, seeing the panic on her face and sneered: "Of course."

Josh nodded with a smile, "Very good."

Anna turned to run, but Josh raised his hand, a red light shining from Anna’s wrist.

Her body involuntarily turned back, facing Josh’s direction.

Josh looked in the butcher’s direction: "Now, I want to ask again, since you hate Anna, why don’t you divorce her and keep her around?"

The butcher sneered: "Who says I don’t love her? Anna will always be my treasure; no one in this world loves her more than I do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the back of the knife against Anna’s head hard, with blood trickling down her neck.

Anna was knocked to the ground, motionless for a long time.

Josh didn’t look at her but asked again: "Then why do you beat her, and why did you kill your three daughters?"