"Hello~"
Wang Xiaolu was walking home alone when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
This sound is like a ghost talisman that urges people to die, reaping the souls of sinners.
Wang Xiaolu's ears had long been extremely sensitive to this sound... He felt a chill spreading from his spine to his whole body, as if a cold hand was tightly grasping his heart.
In an instant, his thoughts froze, and everything in front of him became blurry. Fear, like a dark cloud, enveloped his heart.
When he turned his head tremblingly and saw a figure standing not far away, his heart suddenly rose to his throat and his body froze in place.
That's a demon...
Jiang Cheng greeted him with a smile, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet alley as he slowly began to approach Wang Xiaolu.
"Why don't you want to see me?"
Jiang Cheng uttered the dangerous words, but his face under the moonlight was smiling harmlessly.
Wang Xiaolu stood there, his muscles tense, as if every nerve was trembling. His face was as pale as paper, and sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground with a subtle but distinct sound.
Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Xiaolu and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
(Jiang Cheng's inner thoughts: It seems that I am really suitable to be a villain...)
"Don't be nervous~ I'm not a bad person~"
Jiang Cheng put his hand on Wang Xiaolu's shoulder in a familiar manner. The moment Wang Xiaolu was touched by Jiang Cheng, her body completely stiffened. Her legs went soft and she sat down on the ground.
Jiang Cheng was puzzled: ...
(Look how scared the child is)
Wang Xiaolu's inner thoughts: (She rolled her eyes speechlessly. How can the word "bad guy" be written on his face... No... It's just written on his face.)
"Don't you want to find your complete self again?"
The next question Jiang Cheng asked made Wang Xiaolu's originally stuck brain suddenly start working again, and also caused ripples in Wang Xiaolu's calm heart.
Wang Xiaolu actually... actually began to recall the events of the past... but the more he thought, the more intense the pain in his brain became. Eventually, he began to support his head with one hand.
The person who occupied Wang Xiaolu's entire brain was him...
There seemed to be a blank in his memory...that handsome face began to blur in front of his eyes.
[“Um… could you please help me… I’ll do anything…”]
[“You shouldn’t have… saved me. I… am a burden… I’ll bring trouble upon you.”]
[“I just want to know his name…”]
[“Don’t be afraid… I believe you…”]
[“Can I…come to you?”]
“Remember, your name is Wang Xiaojun. Don’t forget these three words.”
[“Study hard at school and listen to your teachers.”]
[“Why are you so happy…”]
[“Nothing…just something interesting happened.”]
[“Wang Xiaolu, my name is Wang Xiaolu.”]
But who knew that just when he was about to raise his head, Jiang Cheng stabbed at him with a silver needle.
When the cold tip of the needle touched Wang Xiaolu's neck, he seemed to be hit by an invisible electric current and his whole body trembled violently.
At that moment, fear surged like a flood, completely drowning him.
He, Wang Xiaolu tried to escape, but found that his body was out of control and he could only watch as the sharp needle pierced into his neck bit by bit.
Wang Xiaolu could feel the moment the needle tip pierced his skin. The pain was like a sharp blade that instantly tore through his consciousness, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Wang Xiaolu clenched her fingers into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but it did nothing to alleviate the fear and despair that surged from the bottom of her heart.
He felt the cold liquid medicine slowly flowing into his body through the needle, bringing with it an indescribable chill and discomfort, as if something was spreading wildly in his body.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely, every second filled with endless torment. His mind began to blur, as if torn into countless pieces by fear and pain.
[“You shouldn’t be alive… Someone like you is worthless…”]
"If you want me to let you go, just kneel down and kowtow to me."
Wang Xiaolu's body fell down like a kite with a broken string.
Wang Xiaolu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a sharp knife had stabbed into his heart.
It was an unbearable pain, as if thousands of needles were piercing Wang Xiaolu's myocardium at the same time, or as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping Wang Xiaolu's heart, squeezing and tearing it hard.
Wang Xiaolu's face turned pale as paper in an instant, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly, almost biting to the point of bleeding.
He tried to take deep breaths to ease the pain, but each breath was like pouring salt into the wound, making the pain worse.
Wang Xiaolu clutched his chest tightly, leaning forward slightly, as if this would alleviate some of the pain. But his efforts seemed in vain. The pain was like a ferocious beast, ruthlessly gnawing at his heart, making it almost impossible for him to stand.
The world around him began to blur, and his vision also began to blur. He seemed to see many blood-soaked images passing by.
[“Wang Xiaolu, you don’t deserve it.”]
[“I hate you, Wang Xiaolu.”]
He couldn't tell whether the sounds were coming from all directions or from somewhere else. The sounds in his ears seemed to be gradually getting weaker.
He could only vaguely feel his own existence and the unforgettable pain that was constantly eroding his consciousness.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a dark abyss, unable to extricate himself, and could only silently endure the endless pain.
"Don't go... please..."
With Wang Xiaolu's final whisper, he completely lost consciousness.
Jiang Cheng watched the whole thing with an indifferent expression, lit a cigarette and turned away.
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