Song Jiao's figure gradually walked away, while Luo Tang stood in place, her face turned as pale as snow, and her eyes flashed with fear and anxiety.
Her body seemed to be penetrated by the icy wind and trembled uncontrollably. The fear that penetrated her bones made it almost impossible for her to stand still.
She had faced Ji Yue's indifference and Chu Feng's threats before, but she had never felt such fear.
Song Jiao gave her the feeling of a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to give her a fatal blow at any time.
Luo Tang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to free himself from the panic state.
She warned herself to stay calm, because only by staying calm could she deal with any situation that might happen next.
When she opened her eyes again, her former determination had returned to them.
She turned and walked towards the dark and damp basement, each step feeling extremely heavy.
The basement door slowly opened, and a musty smell hit me in the face.
Luo Tang looked at Ji Yue who was imprisoned inside. Her image was completely different from the noble and elegant lady of the past.
At this moment, Ji Yue, with disheveled hair and untidy clothes, sat in a corner in a trance, muttering to herself, like a mad woman.
Luo Tang walked up to Ji Yue and squatted down to look at her at eye level.
She looked at Ji Yue's dazed eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Madam, how did you become like this now?" Her voice was soft but with a hint of sarcasm, as if she was mocking the huge gap between Ji Yue's former noble status and her current miserable situation.
Ji Yue suddenly raised his head, with a crazy glint in his eyes.
She struggled to stand up, but she was too exhausted from not eating all day.
She roared and rushed towards Luo Tang, stretched out her trembling fingers, and shouted through gritted teeth: "I will kill you, Luo Tang!"
However, her strength was clearly not enough to support her anger.
Before she could get close to Luo Tang, she stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. Luo Tang looked at Ji Yue lying on the ground with contempt, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Everything in this house is mine now," Luo Tang said slowly, "Everything is mine! I will live in the room you lived in, sleep in your bed, sit in your seat, and completely replace you."
Hearing these words, Ji Yue seemed to have been touched on the most sensitive nerve. She frantically tried to stand up again, waving her hands wildly and shouting hoarsely: "I won't allow it! I won't allow you to do this! This is my home, everything I have! You can't take it away!"
However, her resistance seemed powerless in front of Luo Tang. Luo Tang just looked at her coldly, as if she was enjoying an absurd farce. She knew that Ji Yue had completely lost her former dignity and power, and was now just a pathetic mad woman.
"Everything of yours?" Luo Tang laughed contemptuously, "Now, all of this is mine. You are just a thing of the past."
In the dark, damp and cold basement, every day, whenever Luo Tang was ignored or ridiculed by Chu Feng and Song Jiao, she would vent all her anger and dissatisfaction on Ji Yue.
She would even deliberately wear Ji Yue's favorite clothes to mock and torture her in an almost weird imitation.
As time went by, Ji Yue's mental state deteriorated rapidly. Confusion and fear flashed in his eyes, and the anger and despair in his heart were like a volcano about to erupt, as if it could break through the shackles of reason at any time.
On lonely nights, she would clench her fists, with a murderous gleam in her eyes, as if she wanted to destroy all the sources of her pain.
Ji Yue now just wants to find an opportunity to kill this woman. As long as this woman dies, his daughter will let her out!
It was always his daughter.
Song Jiao watched all this coldly. She was happy to see Luo Tang bullying Ji Yue.
In order to make this torture continue, she deliberately ignored Luo Tang in front of her, and even openly provoked her, suggesting that Chu Feng go find a new love.
Chu Feng now likes his daughter more and more. It is said that a daughter is a father’s little cotton-padded jacket, and this statement is always right.
"Yuyu really understands Daddy! Since you said so, it's hard for me to refuse."
Song Jiao smiled and said, "Isn't this what I should do?"
These actions undoubtedly added fuel to Luo Tang's already burning anger.
Whenever the ridicule and provocation at the dinner table ended, Chu Feng's departure became a signal for Luo Tang to torture Ji Yue again.
She brandished the whip in her hand, lashing Ji Yue's thin body again and again, each lash accompanied by harsh words: "You live like this every day, why don't you say anything? Why?"
She roared, as if wanting to vent all her anger and jealousy, "Why can't you even keep your own man? You live a life like this, and yet you still have the nerve to pretend to be as pure and noble as a chrysanthemum all day long?"
In this endless torture and pain, Ji Yue's eyes became increasingly empty, as if her soul had been taken away.
Luo Tang gradually lost himself in the violent abuse and fell into a state of near madness.
Chu Feng hasn't stepped into the house for three days, which makes Luo Tang feel unprecedented anxiety.
The family's financial situation was deteriorating and they were in urgent need of cash flow. She anxiously searched everywhere but could not find Chu Feng.
In desperation, she turned to Ji Yue, who was tied to the stool, and asked angrily and urgently, "Where is your money? You can't use it now that you're at the end of your rope. Give it to me now!"
Ji Yue raised her eyes, a hint of cunning and determination flashed in them. She sneered and replied in a provocative tone: "Want to know? Come here and I'll tell you!"
Luo Tang was extremely anxious, and her desire for money overwhelmed her reason.
Looking at Ji Yue who was tied tightly to the stool, she let down her guard and walked towards her without hesitation.
However, just as she approached Ji Yue, Ji Yue suddenly pounced forward and bit Luo Tang's ear hard.
Luo Tang cried out in shock as a sharp pain hit her, but it was too late. She instinctively looked down and saw a bloody ear lying on the ground. It was her own.
The intense pain and shock prevented Luo Tang from reacting. She felt a sharp pain in her head. She opened her eyes and saw Ji Yue approaching her with a kitchen knife in hand and a ferocious expression on his face.
One knife, two knives, three knives... Each knife hit Luo Tang fiercely, and blood splattered everywhere.
Luo Tang screamed in terror, but was unable to escape the sudden and violent attack.
She never expected that Ji Yue, who seemed weak on weekdays, would burst out with such terrible power in desperate situation.
“Help…Help…”
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