Chapter 167 Is She Pregnant?

In the dim and damp dungeon, there was a moldy and bloody smell.

The woman lay dying on the ground, her body covered with fresh and dried blood, and more than a dozen rats were gnawing at her body.

A gray-black rat bit her wrist hard. Its sharp teeth pulled out of her skin, and blood vessels burst out, splashing bright red all over the floor.

After a while, it formed a beach, winding to the door.

The woman uttered a faint sound, "It hurts, it hurts..."

A pair of shiny black men's leather shoes stepped over the bright red and came to her side. The woman opened her eyelids with difficulty and moved her fingers, which were already showing white bones.

The man's lips curled up into an evil smile, and he looked down upon the woman like an ant, "Jian Yan, does it hurt?"

A tear fell from the corner of the woman's eye. She never thought that the man she met when getting drunk in the bar was actually a devil.

He took her home, but he didn't expect that a romantic encounter would make her experience what it means to live a life worse than death.

The man squatted down, and the mice immediately ran into the hole.

One of them poked its head out and looked around. They were waiting for the man to leave so that they could continue enjoying their meal.

"You and I have no grudges against each other..."

The man chuckled, "Yeah, that's right. If you want to hate someone, just hate Yan Luo."

The woman suddenly widened her eyes, and seemed to use her last breath to grab the man's leather shoes, "Did Yan Luo... ask you to kill... kill me?"

Looking at the bloodstains on the shoe, the man frowned slightly, took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped it, and threw it on the ground. In an instant, the white handkerchief turned into a bloody handkerchief.

He stood up and took a step back. "She didn't kill you, but you died because of her. Do you hate her? Huh?"

Jian Yan didn't understand why this happened, and she really didn't want to accept it.

Why should she die because of Yan Luo? Why?

The man's smile was very sunny, but this smile was the most evil and darkest she had ever seen.

Jian Yan didn't have any strength left. She felt very sleepy and her eyelids closed involuntarily.

The next second, a black halo surrounded her, and warmth and strength filled her body.

Her almond-shaped eyes opened suddenly, and she returned to normal.

The man tilted his head and smiled. He looked at the woman who had sat up, "Remember, everything you've suffered is caused by Yan Luo. Hate her. Only if you try hard to hate her, one day, she will be crushed to death in my palm."

The man turned and left, and only the creepy laughter echoed in the dungeon. After several days of torture, Jian Yan finally understood why she was trapped here and suffered inhuman treatment.

Everything is because of that damn woman, Yan Luo!

She didn't care why she went from being on the verge of death to being reborn. There was only one word in her mind: hate.

Rats came out of the small holes in the wall, squeaking and rushing towards the woman.

Jian Yan rushed towards the mice like a madman. She grabbed one and tore its neck with her teeth. The bright red blood splashed on her face and eyes.

Those eyes were filled with hatred like a bloodthirsty demon. She pulled hard with both hands, and the mouse's head and body were separated.

The corners of her mouth were all red, and she clutched the corpse tightly with both hands, screaming, "Yan Luo, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Waking up from a dream in the middle of the night, Yan Luo suddenly sat up.

Yu Nanchen sat up and stroked her back, "What's wrong, Luoluo? Did you have a nightmare?"

Yan Luo's forehead was covered with sweat and he was breathing slightly.

Afraid that the man would worry, she shook her head and licked her tense lips, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Yan Luo threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walked barefoot into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with cold water.

Looking at herself in the mirror, tears rolled down her face, and she felt uneasy.

She had just had a nightmare in which a skinny, naked boy of five or six was being whipped with thorns by a hideous-looking woman.

The woman roared, "Why, why can't I get him even though I gave birth to you! What's the use of you? I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death..."

The little boy's body was covered with scratches, deep and shallow, with long strips of thorns hanging on bright red flesh. The little boy said nothing and stared at the woman intently.

Suddenly, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, as if he was looking at Yan Luo and saying, "Sister, it hurts so much!"

For a moment, the boy's smile overlapped with the man's smile.

He said, "Sister, can you give me half of my father's property?"

Yan Luo supported herself on the sink with her hands. She didn't know why the man said that, but she felt very depressed.

"Luoluo, are you really okay?" Yu Nanchen walked in and turned off the faucet.

Yan Luo shook her head in a daze, "Nothing. I just dreamed about that man."

"Zang Kun?"

Yan Luo nodded and told Yu Nanchen about her dream.

Although Yu Nanchen looked calm, his heart was filled with shock and fear.

Zang Kun has now begun to affect Yan Luo's dreams, which means that half of Yan Luo's body has become more demonized.

Yu Nanchen held her in his arms and said, "You've been under too much pressure lately. Be good, don't think about it and have a good sleep."

Yan Luo buried her head in his warm chest and hummed softly.

After hugging for a while, Yu Nanchen found that the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

He picked her up horizontally, walked back to the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed. He stretched out his arm for the little woman to rest her head on, and patted her thin back with his other hand, "I'll be by your side to watch over you, go to sleep."

Yan Luo clutched the man's pajamas tightly with both hands, still feeling uneasy.

Yu Nanchen narrowed his eyes. Zang Kun wanted to gradually reveal the relationship between him and Old Pluto in order to confuse Yan Luo's mind.

In this way, the consciousness of the half-demonized entity will become a puppet consciousness, which will gradually suppress its normal consciousness and hide it.

What a sinister and despicable villain.

He raised his hand and placed it on Yan Luo's head, trying to sense Zang Kun's position, but then he withdrew his hand. He couldn't do this, otherwise the other party would know that he had recovered his magic and might torture Yan Luo with even more cruel means.

But the relationship between old Hades and Zang Kun cannot be kept secret. How sad Yan Luo will be then.

Taking a deep breath, he held the person in his arms and looked at the milky white moonlight without feeling sleepy at all.

For many days, Yan Luo's mental state was not good and he always had nightmares at night.

In the kitchen, Su Nian was cooking soup. She said, "Xiao Luo, pass the salt to me."

Yan Luo was in a daze. Su Nian called her again and she came to her senses. "What?"

"Pass the salt to Mom."

"Oh, okay." Yan Luo handed it over.

Su Nian took a look and said, "Xiao Luo, you are holding white sugar."

Yan Luo quickly took it back and handed the salt box back.

"I see you've been absent-minded lately, and you look haggard." Su Nian felt distressed, "Luoluo, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Yan Luo forced a smile.

Su Nian was a little worried, "If you feel uncomfortable, go and have a rest."

Yan Luo smiled, "Okay, I'm a little sleepy, I'll go upstairs and sleep first."

"Okay." Su Nian watched Yan Luo's thin back walk out of the kitchen, then took out his cell phone and called Yu Nanchen, "Son, what's wrong with Xiao Luo recently? She's dazed and sleepy. Is she pregnant?"