As soon as he stepped into the house, the fake smile on Wenqu's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a ferocious look.
He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Yang Qing like a helpless doll. Then, he exerted force with his arms and threw her against the wall.
With a dull thud, Yang Qing's body slammed heavily against the wall, and then fell heavily on the cold ground like a kite with a broken string.
The sudden severe pain made Yang Qing feel as if all the bones in his body were crushed at this moment, and every inch of his skin was screaming in pain.
She collapsed to the ground, as if all the strength had been drained from her limbs. She was unable to move at all and could only gasp helplessly.
Yang Qing's vision was blurred, and he watched Wen Qu approaching step by step.
Fear overwhelmed her like a tide, and her heart beat wildly in her chest, as if it was about to burst through her chest.
Wen Qu looked down at her, then slowly squatted down, a chilling sneer on his face. He stretched out his hand and slapped Yang Qing's face again and again, saying viciously: "Bitch! I've been so good to you, eating my food and using my things, and you actually dared to run away."
The voice seemed to come from hell, cold and full of anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qu reached out and grabbed Yang Qing's hair, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to tear her scalp off.
Before Yang Qing could even scream in pain, he was dragged towards the room.
Her body rubbed against the rough ground, and every inch she moved brought her excruciating pain.
Her scalp felt like it was being torn apart, and she felt so much pain that her vision went black and she almost fainted.
The instinct of survival drove her, making her subconsciously want to reach out and grab her hair, even if it was just to slightly relieve the unbearable pain.
The sunlight shone on her unobstructed.
It stung her eyes so much that they hurt, and it dazzled her so much that she could hardly open her eyes.
The next moment, Yang Qing's hands seemed to have suddenly lost all their strength and slowly dropped down.
She thought, there is nothing worth looking forward to in this world, and death is a kind of relief!
Yang Qing could only let Wen Qu drag her like a tattered object, tears streaming down her cheeks, wetting the ground.
At least she died in the sunshine.
But for Yang Qing, this wish was just wishful thinking, as she was still thrown roughly onto the floor of the room.
Wen Qu kept cursing her: "Bitch, all of you are bitches..."
Seeing Yang Qing collapsed on the ground without any reaction, Wen Qu's anger seemed to be further ignited. He quickly stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked Yang Qing hard several times.
Each kick was delivered with full force, hitting Yang Qing's body, causing her body to tremble violently with the impact.
At this time, Wenqu had already fallen into a state of madness.
His eyes were filled with madness and cruelty, and his facial expression was distorted by anger, becoming hideous and terrifying.
He suddenly grabbed the stool beside him, raised it high, and then smashed it hard on Yang Qing's thin body again and again.
Every time the stool hit her body, there was a dull and heart-pounding sound. Along with this sound, Yang Qing's body twisted on the ground in pain, but she didn't even have the strength to scream, until she was motionless...
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Yang Qing slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a dead silent cemetery.
The stone tablets standing around were dimly visible in the mist, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.
Her mind went blank.
She stood up in a daze, moved forward with unsteady steps, and subconsciously walked past a tombstone.
At the moment her body merged with the stone tablet without any hindrance and then passed through it, her heart suddenly shrank - an indescribable panic surged in her heart. Who was she? Was she dead?
With a heart full of melancholy and confusion, Yang Qing began to wander around the cemetery.
However, she soon discovered that she seemed to be bound by an invisible force. She could only wander around the cemetery. No matter how hard she tried, she could not go any further.
There are a few houses scattered around the cemetery. The dim lights sway in the darkness, adding a bit of human touch to the dead atmosphere.
This night, like countless nights before it, was quiet and depressing.
Yang Qing floated aimlessly in the cemetery, and she floated towards the house closest to the cemetery.
Before I got close, a woman's scream from inside the house broke the tranquility of the night.
The voice was filled with pain and despair, like a sharp hook, tightly gripping Yang Qing's heart.
Without hesitation, she broke through the wall and entered the house.
The scene before her made her eyes bloodshot: a man was punching and kicking a woman on the ground, each blow was full of ferocity, and the sound of fists hitting flesh was dull and harsh.
Yang Qing looked at this scene, as if those fists were falling on her body, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe.
At that moment, a strong urge surged in her heart, wanting to rush forward to stop the man's violence.
But when she rushed forward desperately, she passed straight through the man's body as if she was just a ball of empty air.
Her body froze instantly, and the anger and powerlessness in her heart surged like a tide.
She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, wanting to stop it all, but no one could hear the sound she made.
The man finally stopped, looked at the motionless woman on the ground, spat, and cursed, "What bad luck!"
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