Chapter 140 You Really Don’t Deserve to Die

When the iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open, it made a sharp creaking sound.

Qin Xiyang grabbed Shen Qingze's arm and repeatedly reminded him in a low voice,

"Don't provoke him after you go in. Ye Xiang is like a firecracker now, and it will explode at any time."

"He has not eaten or drunk anything in the past few days and is in a trance. If you say a few more words to him, he will go crazy."

Lai Yun leaned against the mottled wall, tapped the doorplate of the interrogation room with his fingertips, and added,

"Yesterday when I brought him some laundry, he stared at the spider in the crack of the wall for three hours, like a log,"

"Try to keep your questions simple and don't beat around the bush."

Shen Qing nodded, looked past them at the closed iron door, turned back and winked at Yeluvis.

Yeluweisi stood at the end of the corridor in a black windbreaker, his silver hair glowing coldly under the ceiling light. He just nodded slightly.

There was not much emotion in his narrow eyes, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

But when Shen Qingze turned around, he followed quietly.

The iron door was opened again, and a smell mixed with musty smell and sweat hit me in the face.

Yeluvis frowned slightly, but he did not stop.

He walked straight to the center of the interrogation room and stood with his back to the iron table. The cool aura emanating from his body made the already depressing space even colder.

He glanced at Ye Xiang in the corner indifferently, as if he was looking at an insignificant object.

Then his eyes drooped slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on the cuffs of his windbreaker.

Ye Xiang curled up on an iron chair in the corner, his prison uniform wrinkled like a crumpled piece of straw paper.

The greasy hair stuck to the forehead, covering most of the face.

He lowered his head, his shoulders slumped into an ugly arc.

It was as if the weight of the entire world was pressing on his back, isolating him from everything around him.

Hearing the footsteps, Ye Xiang slowly raised his head.

His eye sockets were sunken, the area under his eyes was dark blue, and his pupils were cloudy as if covered with a layer of gray.

When he saw Shen Qingze, his eyes did not waver at all.

There is neither hatred nor resentment.

He just glanced at her calmly, then lowered his eyelids and retreated back into his shell.

It seemed as if the glance just now was just an illusion.

He didn't even notice Yeluvis standing in the center.

Or rather, I simply don't have the energy to pay attention.

Shen Qing shook his head helplessly, stood two steps away from him, and spoke in a very low voice.

"Why is this necessary?"

He paused, watching Ye Xiang's dry branch-like fingers unconsciously picking at the cracks in the chair.

"When you did those things, didn't you think this day would come?"

A very light laugh emanated from Ye Xiang's throat, like the friction of rusty iron sheets.

He slowly raised his head, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in his cloudy eyes.

It seems like he is unwilling and regretful.

He clenched his fingers tightly, digging his nails deep into his palms.

Leaving behind several crescent-shaped bloodstains, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

"Xiao Qihao has never been in my plan."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"I calculated all the steps, calculated who would win and who would lose, but I didn't calculate him..."

When he said the word "he", Ye Xiang's shoulders trembled violently.

My head unconsciously leaned forward, as if I wanted to be closer to that name.

His knuckles turned white from the force, and his arms were shaking slightly.

"I lost him in the end."

He raised his head, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his cloudy eyes.

The tears rolled in his eyes, but they refused to fall, and were soon drowned by deeper despair.

"An apology between life and death is like a piece of light white paper that will be blown away by the wind."

"I will never be able to forgive myself. I don't even deserve to die."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, suppressed sobs escaping from between his fingers.

Shen Qing squatted down, his eyes level with Ye Xiang's.

He looked at the blue stubble on Ye Xiang's chin, and the red marks on his wrists left by his struggle, and slowly spoke,

"You really don't deserve to die."

Ye Xiang raised his eyes suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As if he had not expected Shen Qingze to say such a thing, he immediately started to mock himself even more.

The corner of his mouth raised an ugly arc, and his eyes dimmed again.

"You should live to pay the price."

Shen Qingze's voice was calm and without any waves.

"Live well and atone for what you have done and for the people you have implicated."

Ye Xiang's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word. She just lowered her head even lower.

His shoulders began to tremble violently, and his suppressed sobs sounded like the howling of a wounded beast, and his body twitched along with it.

Shen Qing waited for him to calm down a little before asking softly,

"Then do you want to save Xiao Qihao?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, splitting Ye Xiang's chaotic consciousness.

He raised his head suddenly, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into amazing light.

Like a torch burning in the dark night, staring at Shen Qingze,

Her eyes were motionless, as if she was trying to tell the truth from his face.

His body subconsciously leaned forward, and the chair legs made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

"What did you say?!"

His voice was distorted with excitement and trembling with disbelief.

"Xiao Qihao... does he still have a chance?!"

"have."

Shen Qing met his gaze and nodded affirmatively.

Seeing the fire in Ye Xiang's eyes, he knew that he had made the right bet.

The only one who can influence Ye Xiang now is Xiao Qihao.

Ye Xiang's breathing became rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently.

His hands tightly grasped the armrests of the iron chair, his knuckles turning white and even slightly blue from the force.

His body was shaking slightly with excitement, and his eyes were full of desire and eagerness.

"Can he really be brought back to life?! As long as he can be brought back to life, I'm willing to do anything, even if it means exchanging one life for another!"

He said, leaning forward further, as if that would bring him closer to Hope.

Only then did Ye Luweis slowly raise his eyes, and his gaze shot towards Ye Xiang like a sharp sword, with scrutiny and indifference.

He took a step forward, his black windbreaker sweeping the scraps of paper on the ground, bringing up a breeze.

"Three days from now, on the night of the full moon, follow us into the land of the dead."

His voice was as cold as ice, and every word was clear and powerful.

"You need to use your own blood essence as a guide to cooperate with me to open the passage. The process is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, your soul will be scattered."

He paused, his eyes sharp as a knife, as if he could see through Ye Xiang's heart.

"And that human must have a strong desire to survive, otherwise everything will be in vain."

After saying this, He tilted His head slightly.

His eyes fell on Ye Xiang's face, which was flushed with excitement, and he observed his reaction.

Ye Xiang stared at Ye Luweisi without blinking.

As if to engrave every word he said into her bones, she nodded repeatedly, with great amplitude, her eyes full of determination.

"I'm not afraid! As long as I can save him, I'm not afraid of anything!"

His voice was filled with a desperate determination.

Yeluvis looked away and stopped looking at him.

He turned to look at Shen Qingze, signaling with his eyes that he could leave.

"We'll come back in three days."

His tone was calm, without a trace of emotion.

As he said this, he reached out and grabbed Shen Qingze, who was about to say something, and turned and left.