Chapter 54 Taking You Home
Du Huaizhi slowly raised his head, with murderous intent surging in his blood-red eyes. The aura around him suddenly surged, and the overwhelming pressure made the boy want to retreat.
The boy stumbled back, and the gravel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Du Huaizhi slowly stood up, each step feeling like she was stepping on the boy's heart. She bent down and picked up the blood-stained tile that Erya had held in her hand, her fingertips gently rubbing the sharp edge.
"You...don't come over here!" The boy's voice began to tremble.
Du Huaizhi stared at him intently, but what he was thinking about was that the land had been soaked with blood. His eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were now stained red with blood.
The next second, Du Huaizhi dodged, and the tile scraped across his throat, spurting blood. The boy's pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell to the ground, clutching his neck. He twitched a few times before he stopped moving.
Du Huaizhi dropped the tile and stumbled towards Erya. She knelt down and carefully held the small body in her arms, Erya's hand still covering the wound.
"Man...mantou..." Erya wanted to say something vaguely, but as soon as she opened her mouth, blood gushed out of her mouth wildly, blocking her throat.
"I'm here." Du Huaizhi replied. She tried to help Erya, but she could do nothing.
Erya suddenly clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and her body began to tremble violently. A faint sound mixed with a large amount of blood gushed out.
Du Huaizhi put his ear close to the sound and could barely make out a few vague syllables.
"Erya... I miss my mother, I want to go back..." Before she could finish her words, the person in her arms softened. Du Huaizhi had a brief tinnitus. She maintained this posture for a long, long time.
It took a long time until someone came to the entrance again. It was a young man covered in blood, who was relatively older than this group of children.
In his hand he held a rusty machete, which he had found from somewhere, but it was a very powerful weapon for him and allowed him to survive until now.
The young man stood at the entrance, his chest heaving violently. His eyes swept across the mess on the ground, finally landing on Du Huaizhi, the only living person holding Erya.
He felt threatened by her, which made him want to get rid of the girl, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
Du Huaizhi had naturally noticed him, but she ignored him. "I'll take you home," she whispered, slowly placing the already dead Erya on the ground. As she stood up, the young man subconsciously took a step back.
Although the other person was much shorter than him, the boy's hand holding the machete couldn't stop shaking.
Du Huaizhi suddenly accelerated, and the boy swung his knife, but she nimbly dodged it. A tile slashed across the boy's wrist, causing him pain, and the machete fell into Du Huaizhi's hands.
Without any hesitation, he stabbed the rusty machete into the boy's abdomen. The tip of the machete was missing a piece, and the blade was blunt and curled due to rust. It would take a lot of effort to use it to chop people, but Du Huaizhi used it effortlessly.
He raised his foot and kicked the boy in the abdomen, pulling out the machete. Blood and flesh came out from the blunt end, dripping along the sword and onto the ground, leaving a trail of red spots as Du Huaizhi moved.
The outside world was like hell on earth, with broken corpses scattered all over the ground and blood staining the entire sky and earth red. Du Huaizhi now had only one thought in her mind, she wanted to take Erya out.
Only by surviving can you take Arya out, and to survive, you have to kill everyone.
Everyone...
Du Huaizhi dragged her machete through a pool of blood, the blade making a sharp sound as it scraped against the ground. Her face was stained with dried blood, and it was hard to tell if it was someone else's or her own. Her eyes were as cold as dead water.
On the high platform, several strong men were watching the fight with their wine jugs in hand. When they saw the bloody Du Huaizhi walking out of the ruins alone, they were so frightened that they almost dropped their wine jugs.
You know, there were quite a few strong and healthy boys below, and they didn't expect that the person who came out was a six or seven-year-old baby, who looked like a girl.
Her gaze pierced through the blood mist and locked onto the blurry figures on the platform.
"Haha, great! What a killer!" The leading burly man slammed the table and stood up, spilling wine from the tilted spout of the pot. "Bring her up here."
Two strong men jumped off the platform, their chains rattling. They approached Du Huaizhi from the left and right, and one of them swung out a lasso, accurately encircling her thin body.
Du Huaizhi didn't struggle. She let them drag her toward the platform, the blood-stained machete clanging to the ground. As she reached the last step, she suddenly looked up, her dead eyes fixed on the burly man in the lead.
"I want to take her away." The voice was low and hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, making the noisy laughter and scolding around stop abruptly.
The leading burly man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Did you hear that? This brat is negotiating terms with me!" He leaned over and pinched Du Huaizhi's chin, spraying the smell of alcohol and sweat on her face. "Do you know where this is? Getting the sign is just the first step. If you want to negotiate terms with me, you have to climb to the top."
Du Huaizhi looked over his shoulder and saw several servants in the distance dragging the corpse with iron hooks. Erya's small body was hooked and dragged through the bloody mud like a rag doll.
Her fingers suddenly tightened. Before anyone could react, Du Huaizhi had already broken free from the noose, jumped off the platform, and rushed towards the pile of corpses like an arrow.
"Stop her." The leading strong man shouted, and added: "This kid is a seedling, don't kill her."
The arrow flew through the air and landed in front of Du Huaizhi's feet. She had no choice but to stop. Several thick iron chains wrapped around her body, and her already exhausted strength could no longer support her, so she fell to the ground.
She stared at Arya, who was thrown into the corpse pit with them. Her eyes were bloodshot and her eyeballs were almost popping out of her sockets. "Arya..." She murmured the name, "Go home... Arya..."
"Erya..."
Du Huaizhi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the light-colored gauze curtain in front of her. She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she was dreaming again.
After regaining consciousness, her body's senses also returned. Her throat was dry and sore, and her limbs were aching unbearably. She turned her head and looked around. The furnishings in the room seemed familiar.
"Awake?" A lazy voice sounded in his ears. Du Huaizhi turned around and found that there was someone lying next to him.
His clothes were half-undressed, with the collar open, revealing a large white chest. The man supported his head, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes had light purple pupils inside.
Who else could it be but Li Siyu?
Du Huaizhi: “…”
She looked away, propped herself up and sat up, then looked down at her own clothes. They were still neat and not as out of place as his, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
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