Chapter 161: Dirt, it’s time to burn it all

"Miss, do you know him? He's covered in blood and has been chasing the car... If there's any misunderstanding, get out and explain it to him." The driver couldn't bear it, "It's obvious that he loves you very much."

"I... don't know him." Ning Fengsheng denied it flatly, "He got the wrong person!"

Nanchuan Spyker ran all the way as if he was desperate...

He was running barefoot on the asphalt road, with the IV tube hanging on his bleeding arm and fluttering in the wind.

The taxi drove out of the hospital area and merged into the traffic.

She looked at the black dot that was gradually getting smaller, and ran after the car like a helpless child, until she could no longer catch up and fainted in the middle of the road.

Ning Fengsheng bit the back of his hand tightly and cried out in pain. He had never felt such pain before.

…

A month later, Rose Garden.

The curtains in the study were closed, and Nanchuan Shijue was slumped in a high-back chair, his hand holding a cigar resting on the armrest.

He unscrewed the whiskey bottle, poured a glass of wine, and just as he put it to his lips, Ning Fengsheng's voice rang out: "Don't drink it, you promised me you would quit drinking, strong liquor hurts your stomach..."

He clenched his fingers and let the aroma of the burning cigar linger.

The woman left, but she followed him like a shadow. Whenever he did something inappropriate, she would appear to stop him.

"Nanchuan Shijue, you have to eat on time. I don't like you being too thin!"

"You need to change your temper. Don't be so irritable and get angry all the time. It's bad for your health..."

"You took a shower but didn't dry your hair. Are you trying to get sick?"

"Nanchuan Shijue—didn't you promise me that you would live a very long life... and not abuse yourself..."

He never felt cared for by her when she was around.

Now that she's gone, he keeps thinking about her caring words to him...

He is indeed a mean person at heart.

Ning Fengsheng, when will you come back to take care of me?

Nanchuan Shijue pursed his lips tightly, and the desolation in his heart grew wantonly—

She left him for a whole month.

Every day, he was in excruciating pain. Despite having no appetite, he skipped three meals a day and followed the doctor's orders...

Whenever he felt upset and wanted to drink, he would habitually light a cigarette, and her unhappy face would flash before his eyes.

Even losing sleep because of missing her would be a sin!

He was very obedient and listened to every word she said.

He will pay attention to his health and live a very long life, because he has to protect her all his life!

"Nanchuan Shijue, you promised me that you would live well. You must live for a very long time... If you dare to die secretly first, there will be no me in hell, and we will not meet in the next life..."

"I love you, you know that?"

"I've been in love with you for a long time, but you never believed me..."

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly started coughing violently. He had clearly put out the cigarette, but he was still shaking violently from choking.

Every word she said when she left was like a knife cutting into his heart.

He recalled it masochistically, the entire space filled with a rich sadness—

Ning Fengsheng, you said you loved me, but you left me without even looking back...

A place I'll never find?

Even if I go to hell, I will find you back!

…

At the Ning family's house, the crystal chandelier cast a bloody shadow in the living room.

Aunt Xue's hands were shaking as she held the tea set and she knelt on the ground.

On the dark sofa, Nanchuan Shijue wiped his jade earrings with a silk handkerchief.

"Master, this was found in the ranch fire. It's already discolored and broken... It's said to be Miss Ning's dowry given to her by her grandmother."

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly threw the earrings onto the coffee table, and lifted Aunt Xue's chin with the tip of his leather shoe: "Left ear or right ear?"

"Master Nanchuan, spare my life!"

"Master, if it goes in one ear and out the other, then that's the right ear. Keep your left ear open to listen to the warning!"

Nanchuan Shijue picked up a table knife and pressed it against Aunt Xue's trembling right ear.

A streak of blood streaked through the air. Moss caught the falling object with a glass of wine in his hand. "This is a very tonic. Make some wine for Mr. Ning."

Aunt Xue covered her right ear which was covered in blood, her eyes filled with fear, but she didn't dare to say a word.

Then, four bodyguards dragged Ning Shanshan over.

"A calfskin whip dipped in poison weed juice," Moss handed over the whip. "The scars from whipping your skin will never go away."

Ning Shanshan knelt down and cried: "I was wrong. I will never dare to wear her clothes again. Please forgive me..."

Nanchuan Shijue raised his hand, whipping him as if he were playing with an object, his face expressionless and his movements calm and composed...

He swung his arms back and forth, but looked away with disdain.

He is the absolute king, and when he strikes, no one dares to dodge his whip!

The whip cut into Ning Shanshan's flesh during the seventh lash, and her back was covered in blood and she almost fainted.

Nanchuan Shijue lowered his eyes and sneered: "The blood of a fake cannot be dyed red."

"Master, the basement has been converted into a fire room," Moss whispered.

"That fire was an accident..." Chen's mother trembled as she knelt and begged for mercy, "Master Nanchuan, please let our master go..."

Nanchuan Shijue's expression was cruel and ruthless, and his bloodshot eyes made everyone afraid to plead for mercy...

The iron door of the basement slowly opened. Ning Zhenhai, his hands tied with hemp ropes, struggled in fear.

"How about adjusting the temperature to 300 degrees?" Nanchuan Shijue turned the fire tongs, and the head of the soldering iron glowed in the charcoal fire.

Ning Zhenhai's screams mixed with the hissing sound of burning flesh echoed in the secret room—

Nanchuan Shijue, however, poured Bordeaux red wine on the wound and chuckled in the steaming blood mist: "Does it hurt?"

"Young Master Nanchuan..."

"When you left Shengsheng alone in the fire, why didn't you think about whether she was in pain?"

"I am guilty, I was wrong... I'm sorry for Shengsheng..."

"The rules of the game are simple," Moss watched as the young master poured gasoline on Ning Zhenhai's head. "You used some force to lock the door, and now you have a few minutes to escape."

Nanchuan Shijue threw away the tinderbox, and a faint blue flame danced on his fingertips...

"But this time, it's your dear wife and daughter's turn to lock the door from the outside."

As thick smoke poured in from all directions, Ning Zhenhai banged the iron gate frantically.

The cries of Aunt Xue and her daughter could be heard from outside the door - they were chained to a fire hydrant, watching the flames licking the cracks in the door.

Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the surveillance screen and chuckled. Anyone who provokes Ning Fengsheng will be sentenced to death!

"It's time to burn all the dirty stuff."

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically as he saw a figure walking into the thick smoke on the surveillance camera...

"Ning Fengsheng——"

He saw her again. He had seen her countless times since she left.

Knowing that it was an illusion he saw due to a mental breakdown, he rushed into the fire in the basement regardless of everything.

"Master, where is Miss Ning? I don't see Miss Ning!" Moss hurriedly stopped him, "You must have seen it wrong!"

"What if she comes back? What if she gets burned to death..." Nanchuan Shijue went crazy. "Get out!"

Throwing Moss away, he disappeared into the billowing smoke.