Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Ran's half-brother, such an honest and humble man, also cares for Cheng Ran without any ill will towards his half-sister, whom he has little affection for.

During the time she was Cheng Ran, Cheng Yuan was one of the few people Mu Yi Ran felt close to.

She had checked the news; the Li Cheng Hotel collapsed because the Cheng Li family embezzled most of the funds, resulting in substandard building materials. After the hotel collapsed, the entire Cheng Li family was imprisoned. Cheng Ran's body also died there, leaving Cheng Yuan utterly destitute and alone.

The news clearly stated that Cheng Yuan immigrated abroad to start a new life, so how come this person is here?!

And they even look like ghosts?!

Shi Bianji squinted, carefully observing the expression on her face. She really knew nothing...

The man chuckled eerily and asked softly, "Do you want to know why he's here?"

Mu Yiran rolled her eyes and glanced at him sideways.

Shi Bianji did not answer immediately, but instead pushed Mu Yiran closer and closer to Cheng Yuan. Just when Mu Yiran thought that Shi Bianji was going to let her and Cheng Yuan have a head-to-head match, the wheelchair stopped.

Conversely, the wheelchair under Cheng Yuan's buttocks began to creak. At first, Mu Yiran did not realize what was happening until Cheng Yuan's legs and waist began to tighten.

Yes, tightening.

The wide hem of the garment instantly tightened and clung to her skin. Without the fabric covering her, Mu Yiran could see that Cheng Yuan's wheelchair had a hollowed-out partition design. The hollowed-out space quickly narrowed, squeezing Cheng Yuan's thighs, waist, and even wedging her fingers into the gaps in the armrests.

Mu Yiran's mind went blank. She tried to pull Cheng Yuan away, but it was no use. Her hand twitched and remained limply on the armrest. Looking at Cheng Yuan's wheelchair, which was squeezing Cheng Yuan's body like a meat clamp, Mu Yiran felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Ugh... Ah... Ah! Ah!" Cheng Yuan began to scream in agony.

His body was deformed from being squeezed, and he sat there eerily like a puppet with twisted joints.

The meat clamping machine hummed, and Cheng Yuan's hoarse and terrifying screams echoed throughout the dark room.

"Help—help—" Mu Yiran couldn't bear to watch anymore. She was trembling all over, trembling with fear, struggling and reacting all over her body.

But he couldn't even utter the simple words "Save him".

She looked at Cheng Yuan with a disheveled expression. His mouth was wide open, his cloudy eyes rolled back, bloodshot like a net, his dry skin with bulging veins, and his whole body was flushed red. He began to cough up blood, which spurted out and splattered all around his lips.

Like a vengeful ghost from hell.

"Help! Help me!"

"No--"

The wheelchair shook violently, and Cheng Yuan fell completely silent. Mu Yiran closed her eyes.

Shi Bianji glanced at Cheng Yuan a few times and clicked his tongue: "What a pity, he didn't last long. Little Cheng didn't get enough of the show, did he?"

“God... sick!” Mu Yiran stammered through gritted teeth.

She glared at Shi Bianji with hatred. Even if Mu Yiran was stupid, she could tell that Cheng Yuan was probably captured and tortured here by Shi Bianji back then.

Why? !

Is it to avenge Cheng Li?

That madman!

Shi Bianji let her mumble her curses at him. He knew very well what this woman was thinking. He didn't explain, but waited until Mu Yiran ran out of energy before slowly pushing her away to another place.

"What...what are you going to do!" Mu Yiran let him push her, her fingers stiff and curled up. Gradually, her fingertips could move again. She poked her fingers into the gaps between them and found that the blood flow seemed to restore her strength, so she increased the pressure.

Shibin Ki was very excited: "Shh, the performance isn't over yet!"

Mu Yiran stared at the pitch-black wall, vaguely recalling a moment from her memory. This sense of familiarity made her extremely uneasy.

Why does this look so familiar...?

The two entered another cubicle, the same dark room, where another person was sitting. This time, however, Mu Yiran recognized the person immediately.

She was Cheng Ran's former assistant... Chen Yiting.

The woman's face was tilted back, lifeless, with needles inserted all over her body. The exposed skin had obvious needle marks, and the surface of her skin was red and swollen from the excessive injections, looking like it was covered with dense blisters.

Mu Yiran felt nauseous after just one glance. Shi Bianji glanced at her heaving chest, then slowly walked to the water-soluble instrument connected by a bunch of tubes, turned it on, and half of the liquid from the instrument flowed into Chen Yiting's body through countless tubes.

Perhaps because of the intense pain, Chen Yiting's body trembled violently. This seemed to trigger a switch; her vision blurred, her expression blank, and her voice loud:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng. I shouldn't have drugged you. I deserve to die. I'm worthless."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, I shouldn't have drugged you. I deserve to die, I deserve to die... cough cough!"

"..."

Mu Yiran's gaze froze, her whole body turned ice cold.

The other half of the liquid from the device was also injected, and Chen Yiting's skin immediately turned red and swollen. She coughed in pain, and wheals-like bumps covered the girl's entire body, like countless maggots laying eggs under her skin.

Shi Bianji looked at Mu Yiran, who was taking deep breaths, with some dissatisfaction. He pointed to the liquid in the water tank and told Mu Yiran, "Do you know what that is? That's the poison she gave you back then, and the other half is a thinner."

“Every day, she had to endure countless injections of poison followed by dilution and detoxification. The blood flowing from her body turned black, and her flesh rotted.”

"..."

Seeing Mu Yiran's contorted and ferocious expression, Shi Bianji patted her reassuringly: "But you don't need to worry. This poison is slow-acting. If you control the dosage, you won't die. Xiao Xi thinks her life is too cheap, so she won't let her die so easily."

...Shi Youxi?

Does he mean that Shi Youxi did all of this?

“That’s right.” Shi Bianji looked at her with a smile. “Just as you think, this was all Xiao Xi’s doing, because of you.”

He took out a stack of photos and slapped them on Mu Yiran's lap. Mu Yiran glanced down at them, not daring to look again. They were all familiar faces; she could call them by name.

There was the third young master of the Mo family who had once provoked her, Lin Zhiting who had spoken rudely to her, and the demolition victim who had surrounded her in Haishi.

Each one was so disfigured that it was impossible to look at them directly.

"Because of your disappearance, Xiao Xi can only vent her anger on these people, not just the two of them, but others as well. She locks them in the Time Gate and slowly vents her anger on them. Recently, it's because you haven't come for a long time."

Mu Yiran's vision blurred. She didn't dare to look at Chen Yiting lying there. She couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it. She just gritted her teeth and stared at Shi Bianji, repeatedly saying, "No... it's you!"

“Oh right! And me too.” Shi Bianji grinned, eagerly pulling open the cuffs of his neatly pressed suit sleeves to reveal his bony arms. “You’re right, of course he won’t let me off the hook either. Do you know how he treated me? He used chains to pull me out from here, like a puppet on strings!”

The man excitedly pulled her hand to touch the bloody holes. Mu Yiran let him do as he pleased. The strange sensation under her skin and the pungent smell of disinfectant made Mu Yiran suddenly bend over and gag.

Shi Bianji coldly watched her convulsing on the ground, squatted down and lifted her face, "Xiao Xi told me you know very well what kind of person he is. You should know very well, so why are you so surprised? Are you afraid? You shouldn't be."

The man pinched her face and pointed it towards Chen Yiting, saying facts that Mu Yiran found hard to accept, "Look at them, look at their expressions, look at their injuries. Xiao Xi likes you so much, what are you afraid of!"

"If he knew how afraid you are of him, he would be very sad."

Shi Bianji gets incredibly excited whenever he thinks of Shi Youxi's distressed and desperate expression.

"..."