Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 361: Tom Sue-ism is an Illness

Chapter 361: Tom Sue-ism is an Illness

Gong Wumei released her hair and lifted his finger to smell it. He curved his lips slightly. “Beauty, you smell nice.”
What did this beast want to do now? I’m telling you, give up on trying to seduce me. I won’t fall for it!
This man’s weenie should just rot! He had already trampled countless women and every woman that he f**ked would not have much longer to live.
Ning Shu felt nothing but contempt towards this person. No matter how good-looking he was, his looks couldn’t hide his beast-like nature.
“Let’s go.” Gong Wumei walked in front of her and entered the cave. From the outside, the cave seemed very crude, but inside was like an imperial palace. There were countless night pearls and hazy gauze curtains decorating the space.
Ning Shu touched a night pearl with amazement on her face as she wondered how much a pearl this size was worth. Gong Wumei lifted his brows. “You like it? I can give it to you.”
Ning Shu retrieved her hand. “I was just looking. And, this thing can’t be used for anything other than illumination, it’s practically useless. I don’t like it at all. I like things that are more practical.”
“Practical?” Gong Wumei glanced towards her with a hint of a smile. “There exists only things that you can’t describe. There exists nothing that I can’t obtain.”
“Bro, Tom Sue-ism is an illness. You need treatment,” said Ning Shu mildly.
>Mary Sue for female leads, Tom Sue for male leads.<
A disciple of the Demonic Cult that was dressed in black walked over and addressed Gong Wumei, “Cult Leader, another woman died.”
Gong Wumei seemed completely unconcerned. “There’s no need to tell me about these things. Just throw out all the dead women and the women who are about to die.”
“Understood.” The Demonic Cult disciple waved his hand, then two people appeared carrying a woman. The woman’s face was unnaturally gray and her fingertips were purplish black. Her chest was not moving, it seemed that she was already dead.
Ning Shu saw that Gong Wumei was completely indifferent as if he was just looking at a dead bug and she couldn’t help but feel a chill.
“Throw out the women who can’t treat me anymore as well. Keeping them is a waste of space,” said Gong Wumei as he sat down and brushed back his hair.
“Understood.”
A few moments later, several women were chased out. Their faces were very pale as if they hadn’t seen the light of day for months. They seemed very haggard and weak, like they didn’t have much life left in them.
Some of them even had white hair. It’s unknown if they were that old from the start or if it was the result of being used by Gong Wumei.
When these women saw Gong Wumei, they all started crying and begging for mercy. All of them either had expressions of despair, or no expression left at all.
Ning Shu took all of this in. Once these women were chased out, their only fate would be death.
“Wait,” said Ning Shu. Gong Wumei glanced towards her lazily, then leaned over her so close that some of his hair was touching her face as he asked, “What is it, beauty? You have objections?”
“Let me take a look at them.” Ning Shu took a step back, then walked to a woman to check her pulse.
All five viscera barely had any vitality left. The pulse was very heavy and weak, it was to the point that the pulse might stop in the next second. All of the woman’s organs were failing.