Chapter 241 I Just Want to Live Like a Human Being

Qi Feng, who was smoking, thought his son had come out and said with a smug smile, "Pei Xing is indeed my son. He has managed to coax his adoptive parents around and is so filial. This cigarette is really good..."

However, when he looked up, he found that it was Qi Yan, with a gloomy face and a kitchen knife in his hand. Qi Jiang did not come out.

He felt something was wrong and frowned, "Little bastard, why are you hanging around here when you're not going to cook? Call your brother out. It's not proper for a grown man to go into the kitchen."

Qi Yan walked to his side and lowered his head to look at the man who had abused her for more than ten years.

Qi Feng was worried about the knife in Qi Yan's hand, and felt uneasy when he looked at him. He cursed, "What are you looking at! Go cook!"

"It's done."

"Do you think I'm stupid? You can do it in just a few minutes." Qi Feng became furious when he heard that. He picked up the ashtray on the table and was about to hit him.

But Qi Yan dodged, and the attack missed.

Qi Feng stood up and chased after him to beat him, but Qi Yan led him to the kitchen door.

When Qi Feng saw Qi Jiang lying in a pool of blood, he was immediately frightened out of his wits.

"Qi Jiang!" He shouted and was about to pounce, but Qi Yan swung the kitchen knife across his neck.

“Huh…huh…”

Qi Feng fell down, holding his neck, and looked at Qi Yan with the same shocked expression as Qi Jiang, as if he didn't understand why this cowardly and weak dog that had been trained suddenly attacked and bit people.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes coldly, watching Qi Feng struggling and losing his life bit by bit.

It was because he had been hunching his back and lowering his head. When he stood up, he found that Qi Feng was no longer as tall and strong as before. His hair was gray, his beard was unshaven, and his outdated clothes were washed white. His whole body exuded the vicissitudes of life of a person at the bottom of society and the powerlessness of a middle-aged man.

Even an evil dragon will eventually fall. That's why he always felt that Qi Feng was a mountain that was difficult to topple.

It's so easy, almost effortless.

He walked to the door of Xu Yuelian's bedroom and waited patiently against the wall.

Xu Yuelian was in a good mood and kept humming a song, but unfortunately she had no musical talent and the tune was disjointed.

She opened the door and adjusted her skirt with a blushing face, "Isn't this one better looking than the previous one..."

However, the next second, a kitchen knife was suddenly pressed against his neck.

She trembled all over, frightened out of her wits, but she remained arrogant and incredulous, "Qi Yan, you are crazy!"

Qi Yan pulled her to the kitchen door. When Xu Yuelian saw the bodies of the father and son, she screamed in shock. Their faces were clearly not powdered, but they looked whiter than if they had been powdered.

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qi Yan repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, looking extremely ugly. "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Still a cut throat.

When she stopped twitching, the short steps from the kitchen to the living room showed the whole family together.

Qi Yan sat on the ground, opened the bracelet, and found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

He sent a reply to Pei Hong: "I agree to your terms. You and Pei Xing will come and take me back."

The two messages were sent less than ten minutes apart, so Pei Hong should have seen them quickly.

But the wait lasted until night. The room was pitch black, and the biting cold wind blew through the loose windows, making the glass rattle, as if someone was banging on it outside.

At ten o'clock, when many people in the slums were asleep, Pei Hongcai finally replied: "I have to go on a business trip. I'll talk to you in two days."

There was no mention of Cui Mingzhu and Pei Xing.

When Qi Yan looked at these words, he suddenly lost control of the knife in his hand and it fell to the ground with a clang.

His chest was aching so much that he couldn't breathe no matter how hard he pounded it. He leaned against the cold wall, tilted his neck, and opened his mouth wide, like a stranded and dying fish.

Tears rolled down his hair without warning, burning him and making him tremble all over.

Until this moment, Pei Hong had been manipulating him, playing with him like a clay figure.

Even though he had broken his bones and knelt before him, he was still as arrogant as if he was looking at a stray dog that was fawning on him, and didn't care about him at all.

He might even show off to Cui Mingzhu and Pei Xing, look, this spineless guy is as despicable as I imagined, look, how good he is at making fun of us, he even asked our family to pick him up.

He is so dirty and so humble, how can he be worthy of being the president of labor and the painter.

Qi Yan finally understood that there was no difference between Pei Hong and Qi Feng, they were both just taming a timid and obedient dog.

The only difference is that Qi Feng used his fists to establish his prestige, while Pei Hong used power and cold violence out of fear of loss to make him submit.

Qi Yan felt as if a huge fire was lit in his chest, burning his internal organs and making it difficult for him to breathe. He tore at the collar of his sweater, trying to breathe some fresh air, but it was useless. Someone covered his mouth and nose so that he could not breathe.

He kicked his legs in vain, screamed, collapsed, and finally burst into tears.

It hurts so much.

He had never felt such a clear and desperate pain before. How could a dog with broken limbs escape from the narrow cage? How could it avoid the torture of being skinned, cramped and cursed?

Unable to escape or hide, he was destined to turn into ashes in this huge furnace.

Qi Yan knelt on the ground, tears falling heavily on the floor. He groped for the knife that had drunk blood in the impenetrable darkness.

The blade cut his fingertips, but he didn't feel any pain. He picked it up as if it were a treasure and thrust it hard against his neck.

Even one cut was not enough, so he cut again and again as if to vent his anger.

Until he had no strength left, the kitchen knife fell to the floor again.

As blood was lost and his body became hypothermic, he began to tremble involuntarily, and his eyes, filled with tears and despair, turned dully as he looked out the window.

It's snowing again.

The dim light illuminated the snow covering the sky.

But he hated the endless snow and the cold winter. He liked spring and summer, and the flowers, plants and trees in the south.

What a pity, I died with the most annoying person in the most annoying season and the most annoying weather.

But there's no way, I can't hold on any longer.

This winter is too long and we can’t wait for the good news of spring.

I just want to live like a human being.

Why is it so difficult?

The whole world forced him to break all his bones and lie on the ground like a dog.

This broken world.

Never again.

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Qi Yan suddenly woke up.

He wanted to sit up, but found that all his limbs were tied to the bed. He struggled frantically and let out heart-wrenching cries.

The old lady standing by hurried over and grabbed his hand, "Qi Yan, grandma is here, don't get excited, Qi Yan..."

Qi Yan couldn't hear her at all. He twisted his limbs and cried bitterly.

"Qi Yan..." The old lady was so frightened by him that her eyes turned red, and she quickly called Cui Yue and the doctor in.

Cui Yue held him down while the doctor removed the nutritional injection. "He doesn't seem to like being tied up. Try to loosen him."