Chapter 38 Counterattack [VIP]

"Old Qing, should we just kill him?... I'm really scared, you know? My neighbor disappeared yesterday too!"

"You think you can just kill me like that? Can you really bring yourself to do it?"

"I really can't take it anymore, Lao Qing..."

"Are you really sure that killing him will ensure our survival?"

"Enough, stop arguing, let's ask the master first."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's ask the sir first..."

In the narrow room, several cockroaches scurried quickly through the cracks in the dilapidated wall.

Inside the room, two thin boys were tied to a corner, the boy who woke up first hanging his head.

"Waaaaaahhhhhhh."

A sharp pain shot through her neck, and she could hear faint, rustling sobs in her ears. Ziyu awoke from the darkness, grimacing.

Surprisingly... there really are illegitimate children.

This was the only thought in Ziyu's mind as he collapsed.

He never expected that Mingyu would already have such a terrifying number of stalker fans before he even became a big star. He really didn't know what would happen when he became a huge star.

Ziyu opened her eyes groggily and saw a cheap hotel room with a little boy crying beside her.

His hands and legs were tightly bound with hemp rope, the other end of which was even tied to the bedpost in the corner of the room.

Ziyu looked up and discovered that the room didn't even have windows; the entire room was completely sealed off, with no way out except through the door.

The people outside seemed to be talking without any regard for the two people inside, and their voices grew louder and louder. Ziyu listened for a while before realizing what was happening.

He's been kidnapped, but it doesn't seem to be because of illegitimate children?

Ziyu's body suddenly stiffened.

If it's just because of stalker children, everything is negotiable, but if there are ulterior motives...

Ziyu ignored the little boy crying beside her and tried to move a little further away from the door.

Outside the room, three burly men were looking down at their phones, their heads bowed.

They remained respectful even when they were not in each other's presence.

Upon hearing the report from the man known as Lao Qing on the other end of the phone, he chuckled with satisfaction, "You've done a great job."

The sound was slightly altered by the electric current, making it sound distorted.

"But you can't make a move against him now."

Upon hearing this, the previously timid man immediately widened his eyes and said urgently, "Sir! What if we disappear too if we don't act now?"

The man next to him grabbed him, his face showing disapproval.

"Old Wang!"

Old Wang completely ignored the man and said urgently, "Sir! We can't hesitate any longer! Just kill him! Aren't you afraid of divine punishment coming upon you?!"

"Old Wang! What are you saying to the gentleman?!"

The man didn't seem offended; instead, he calmly replied, "Do you really think you can kill him?"

The three of them were speechless for a moment.

The man said, "Contact Qinyu Town. I've already arranged the communications for you. Have him come over."

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Old Qing was the first to react and respectfully replied, "Yes."

Old Wang watched as the other two began to contact another person as the master had instructed, and then looked at the tightly closed door with a look of alarm.

His heart was pounding, the violent thumping sending chills down his spine, and a sense of dread washed over him.

He was the first to witness the inexplicable disappearance of those around him. From the day he realized the “divine punishment,” he lived in terror, watching as those around him disappeared one by one, their traces erased. He could no longer live peacefully, and fear never left him, day after day, second by second.

Inside the room, the "protagonist" who supposedly influences the world is bound up.

*

Just before the call was connected, Qin Yuzhen, who had rushed to the scene from afar, punched the distraught Mingyu.

All those who attended the wrap party, including hotel staff, were gathered in the lobby, and police searched the entire hotel.

Director Wang was the quickest to react.

When Ziyu called, Director Wang answered the phone, and within seconds he heard a loud bang, followed by a piercing electrical hum.

Director Wang frowned and first dialed Qin Yuzhen's number—President Qin had secretly contacted Director Wang as soon as he learned that Ziyu was going to star in the film, and ordered her to contact him if anything came up—After informing Qin Yuzhen about Ziyu's situation, Director Wang then asked someone to contact Mingyu.

Unsurprisingly, Mingyu's phone was also unreachable.

Director Wang sobered up instantly and quickly sent people to Ziyu and Mingyu's rooms respectively.

Mingyu lay unconscious on the ground, and Ziyu was nowhere to be found.

"Where did Ziyu go?!"

Upon hearing the roar, Director Wang shrank back in fear.

She had never seen Qin Yu Town like this before—his once neat suit was now somewhat disheveled from rushing to the destination, his clenched fists trembled, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were shockingly red, as if the sky had fallen.

Director Wang had previously heard that Ziyu's love for Qin Yuzhen was entirely a case of Ziyu throwing herself at him, but judging from the current situation, it's clear that Qin Yuzhen can't live without Ziyu...

Qin Yuzhen tightly grabbed Mingyu by the collar, who had just regained consciousness, and pinned him against the wall. Mingyu's handsome face was covered in bruises, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me! Where is Ziyu?!"

Mingyu was still in disbelief at Ziyu's unhesitating kick, and he was in a daze, unable to hear what Qin Yuzhen was saying.

Qin Yuzhen gritted his teeth and viciously threw him to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

From the moment he heard that Ziyu had disappeared, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. The feeling of losing control surged up in his heart again, and it became even more intense when the people he sent out brought news that they had not found Ziyu.

If it weren't for the blatant murder and illegality, he would have stabbed Mingyu several times already!

"If you can't find Ziyu, your life will be over—"

"Ding ding ding".

The phone rang in the extremely quiet hall, interrupting Qin Yuzhen's unfinished sentence.

Qin Yuzhen took a deep breath and looked at the unfamiliar number on his phone screen.

A low, husky male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"President Qin, is your little lover, Ziyu, here with us?"

*

Old Wang looked anxiously at the two people still talking to Qin Yuzhen, and it seemed like someone was whispering something in his ear.

"Kill him..."

"Only by killing him can the divine punishment be stopped..."

"Kill him..."

Old Wang slowly shifted his gaze to the door.

Inside the room, Ziyu figured out his current situation.

He really was kidnapped.

Not only that, the other party had ulterior motives and even considered killing him.

[Help! Come out!]

The more critical the moment, the faster Ziyu's mind works, and the quicker he can calm down.

This is the game world. He knows he won't die; at most, he'll just start a new game cycle.

But he needed to figure out how things had turned out this way. Why had he been kidnapped? Ever since that phone call that deliberately lured him back to his aunt's house, he had had a vague feeling that someone was watching him intently from the shadows.

But this shouldn't be happening at all. This is just an ordinary scumbag seme and slut uke novel. All the love and hate revolves around the scumbag seme and slut uke. How could such a malicious situation suddenly appear?

[This is the system assistant. What do you need, host?]

For some reason, a strange knocking sound came from outside the door, and Ziyu's heart jumped, but he calmed himself down.

Ziyu: [Untie the ropes and tell me what's going on.]

[Sorry, host, the assistant is currently in a new update and cannot directly intervene in the storyline.]

【What? ! 】

Ziyu's eyes widened. If his little assistant weren't incorporeal, he would have loved to punch him.

Useless! Useless!

I actually have to rely on myself!

Perhaps having heard the curses in Ziyu's heart, the assistant added another sentence.

However, the assistant can provide the host with razor blades.

Then what are you talking about?

The next second, a sharp blade appeared in Ziyu's palm. The little boy on the other side was too busy crying to notice Ziyu at all.

With the razor blade in hand, Ziyu could finally relax a little.

The blade was indeed sharp, and with Ziyu's tireless efforts, the hemp rope was cut open in no time.

Outside the door, the eerie sounds of striking and exchanging words disappeared, and Ziyu could only hear heavy footsteps approaching from not far away.

The footsteps were heavy yet light, suggesting a large person approaching in a daze.

Ziyu's heart skipped a beat.

With the ropes binding her hands loosened and the first layer of restraints removed, Ziyu immediately untied the hemp ropes binding her legs.

The room is completely sealed off; you can only leave through the room door.

There were three voices outside, but only one footsteps approaching.

In other words, the other two people might have gone somewhere else, or they might be standing where they were, watching this person walk into the room. But Ziyu thought of the sound of the blow just now, and a guess came to her mind.

Another possibility is that the two people were knocked unconscious by this person.

Ziyu stood up unsteadily. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he was feeling weak all over. He pursed his lips and picked up the hemp rope that had been used to tie him up.

Ziyu stretched the hemp rope into a straight line and hid behind the house.

There was nothing he could do; his useless assistant was of no help, and he wasn't in a good position to fight anyone, especially since there were three of them.

Ziyu can only hope that his guess is correct; the other two are unconscious, and only one person has come looking for him.

His eyes were fixed on the doorknob.

The moment the other person opens the door, he will use all his strength to strangle them.

This was his only way to escape.

The footsteps grew closer.

Ziyu's breathing became increasingly even.

calm.

calm.

Hunters are often more patient than their prey.

The only question is, who exactly is the prey?

"drop."

The sound of the room key unlocking rang out.

The doorknob also turned.

Before the footsteps entered the room, a gleaming kitchen knife was seen!

Ziyu held her breath instantly.

The person who entered the room was none other than Old Wang, who had a dazed look on his face. He was holding a knife and his eyes were glazed over. As soon as he entered the room, he rushed straight toward the direction where the hostage was tied up!

Before he could even react to the absence of the person in the room, a familiar rope was suddenly looped around his neck, and then, with a sharp pull, it was pulled away!

"Ugh—!"

A sharp suffocation immediately followed. Old Wang painfully swung the cleaver, but his size was too large, and the young man behind him was agile and nimble. Old Wang swung it for a long time but failed to free himself, and even made the rope around his neck tighten even more!

Help--!

His vision blurred, Old Wang rolled his eyes, and finally, his strength gave out, causing him to collapse limply to the ground.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw the young man behind him.

The young man was pale, his chest heaving wearily, but his eyes were full of determination. Even though he was covered in sweat, his sideburns were not messy and instead clung to his cheeks, making them extremely striking.

Is this the protagonist chosen by God?

After confirming that Lao Wang had completely passed out, Ziyu glanced outside.

Two men lay dead outside, their foreheads covered in bright red blood.

It seems his unfounded guess has actually come true.

Just as Ziyu lifted his foot, preparing to leave, a faint cry for help rang out.

"Help me!"

Ziyu paused, only then noticing that the little boy who had been crying earlier in the room had stopped crying.

The boy's long bangs covered most of his face, and he was thin and looked like a severely underdeveloped high school student.

He was also bound, and at this moment he was pleading desperately.

"Help……"

Ziyu wasn't the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die, especially since this little boy was also a victim like himself. He stepped forward and loosened the little boy's rope.

Having been successfully rescued, the little boy clung tightly to Ziyu's clothes as if he had found a lifeline.

"Never mind," Ziyu thought, "let's go together."

A note from the author:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!