Chapter 79: Desire to Die

The hospital corridor was dark and damp, the air was murky, Yu Zeying was sitting on a chair, covered in blood, his hands clutching his hair, "Ah-Yai!"

Hearing Lu Sui's voice, Zeying felt a heavy sense of guilt, like a mountain, pressing down on his heart. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move forward, and didn't even dare to raise his head...

"What happened to you? Where are you injured?!" Lu Sui squatted down to check the injuries on his body. He was stabbed in the stomach. The wound was not deep and the blood had coagulated.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why don't you go find a doctor or nurse right away when you're injured!" Lu Sui stood up and rushed to find a doctor and nurse.

Yu Zeying grabbed him and said, "Don't go... I'm fine..."

"You said you were fine! What's with the blood on your hand?!" Lu Sui lifted up her sleeves, and there was no wound...

Yu Zeying raised his head, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly as he endured the pain, his thin lips pursed straight, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, "It's not my blood... it's Mu Xiliang's... he is the son of the former mayor... my grandfather, framed his father, forced his mother to death, and his sister was also tortured to death..."

Four nights ago -

The eerie haunted house was filled with an indescribable smell, a mixture of decay and stench...

Yu Zeying pushed open the carved wooden door. The warm room was dim without candles. Mu Xiliang was lying on the couch, holding a cold and sharp American saber in his hand. Despair appeared in his eyes, and his beautiful and almost enchanting facial features had lost their color, like a dying flower.

"Why don't you light the candles?"

Yu Zeying placed the food on the hollow sandalwood table and was about to light the candles when Mu Xiliang lifted up his fox fur coat and sat up, pressing a cold blade against his neck, "Don't move!"

The candle in Yu Zeying's hand fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. His narrow eyes were full of confusion. He leaned forward slightly and could even feel the stinging pain of the blade cutting his skin.

"Ah Xi..."

Mu Xiliang clenched the knife tightly, gritted his teeth and roared, "Yu Zehui is your brother... Yu Yaodong is your grandfather! Yu Haiqing is your uncle... right!!!"

Yu Zeying clenched his hands unconsciously, his body trembling, "Yes..."

Mu Xiliang's eyes were filled with tears. "Then do you know who I am? I am the son of the former mayor Mu Yuanmin. My name is Mu Xiliang!"

The cruel words were like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting open Yu Zeying, hollowing out his internal organs. As the blood flowed all over the floor, this lifeless warm room instantly turned into his slaughterhouse.

He didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. Despair, helplessness, pain. In one day, his best brother had murdered his father, and his beloved had a blood feud with him. Why did fate play such a trick on him...

Why did he want to be born in a Yu family...

In fact, he had long suspected Mu Xiliang's true identity...

But he didn't dare to verify it, and planned to live with him in this muddle for the rest of his life...

Mu Xiliang closed his eyes and two tears slid down his temples. He opened his eyes again, and a murderous look flashed across his foxy eyes. "Your grandfather, your elder brother, your uncle... you destroyed my family! My father is in jail, my mother jumped to her death, my elder sister went crazy, and you! You treated me like a whore..."

"No... Ah Xi... I didn't! I don't know, I really don't know..." Yu Zeying hugged him tightly, speaking incoherently, panicked and helpless.

Mu Xiliang's face was as pale as paper, and his fox eyes were empty, as if all hope and strength had been drained from his body. His hands drooped weakly, and the bloody knife fell under the bed. The whole person seemed to have turned into a lifeless shell.

No matter how desperate he was in the past, he never thought about dying, because revenge was the only motivation that kept him alive, but now, it has become a joke!

He was pinned down on this couch by his enemy's brother, and fucked over and over again, letting him play with him and humiliate him like a whore... How could he be so despicable? ! !

So dirty...

So shameless!

I might as well die...

No, he should die...

His mother was gone, his elder sister had gone mad, and he had no legs. He could not take revenge, and even if he got out, he would die. Rather than being tortured to death, he wanted to die in this small mountain village, but he was so "dirty", he wanted to wash himself clean before dying...

He pushed Yu Zeying away expressionlessly, "Get lost...get lost..."

"No... Ah Xi, don't you want me anymore? Didn't we agree that you would come home with me to celebrate the New Year? After the New Year, we will go..."

Yu Zeying was like a mute with his throat strangled, unable to make a sound.

Mu Xiliang curled his lips and revealed a hint of sarcasm, "During the New Year... you and your family are reunited, but what about me? My mother's ashes are still in the crematorium. The child my sister gave birth to with all her might is stillborn, so I can't be an uncle anymore... and my uncle, he tried to save me, and now I don't know whether he is dead or alive..."

He lowered his head and stared at his broken legs with hatred. These broken legs left him at the mercy of others. When in danger, he couldn't even protect himself. What was the point of him still being alive?

I might as well die...

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Ah Xi... I'm sorry..."

Yu Zeying hugged him and cried heartbreakingly, and the boiling tears burned Mu Xiliang's skin, causing it to throb in pain. Those who died were not kittens or puppies, but living people, several lives. What's the point of just saying "I'm sorry"?

"Get lost..."

"don't want……"

Yu Zeying hugged him helplessly. He knew that if he let go, there would be no possibility for him and Mu Xiliang to be together again...

But even if they don't let go, they have no chance.

Mu Xiliang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the dark color under his eyes. "Your grandfather originally wanted to give me to Zhao Chongming. I escaped, but was caught again. He had someone... cut off my legs and fed them to the wolfhounds you raised. Now you want to give me prosthetic limbs. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"I don't know, I really don't know..." Yu Zeying was angry and embarrassed. For the first time, he experienced what it felt like to have his heart hollowed out and feel cold all over his body...

"I don't know, I really don't know...I'm sorry!"

He really didn't know what to say except "I'm sorry"...

Mu Xiliang's cold, foxy eyes met Yu Zeying's wet face. The first time he saw him, he thought his face was really good-looking, with three-dimensional features, narrow and long eyes, and tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, winding down, outlining an excellent appearance.

He is not only good-looking, but also a very nice person. But why does such a nice person have the last name Yu?

"Please, go away. I don't want you anymore. Let's just pretend that we never said anything about what we promised. Let's just leave it at that... Don't come here again. If you come, I won't see you..."

Yu Zeying grabbed his hand and said, "Ah Xi... please don't leave me. If you don't want me, no one will want me anymore..."

Mu Xiliang just thought it was ridiculous and pulled his hand back coldly, "You are the second young master of the Yu family, how could no one want you? Didn't you say before that there are so many people who want to sleep with you? How dare I, a whore, want you..."

"No, I just said that! No one wants me, no one wants me except you..." Yu Zeying hated himself for being so quick-witted, and he hated it even more because his last name was Yu and he was a member of the Yu family.

"It's impossible for us to do this... and I didn't like you in the first place, so I let you play with me like a whore... I just wanted to have a meal and survive... Now it's not necessary, go away..."

Mu Xiliang lay back on the couch and closed his eyes, but his boiling tears could not stop flowing out, wetting the soft pillow embroidered with twin lotus flowers...

Yu Zeying knelt down at the foot of the couch. He would rather Mu Xiliang beat him and scold him like before, rather than ignore him like now...

He really doesn't want him anymore...

What should he do?

Mu Xiliang leaned to the side and opened his eyes. His eyes, which had run dry of tears, were now bloodshot. "Yu Zeying, please go away... I am a human being, I have a sense of shame, please go away..."

Yu Zeying's eyes were filled with pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay..." Now he couldn't push him too hard, what if he...

"I..." He wanted to say that he would come again, but if he came, would he be willing to see him?

They have to avenge their father's murder and their mother's death. Is there any chance for them to do so?

There is no chance...

The tall silhouette was gradually swallowed by the darkness...

Mu Xiliang sat up, took off his fox fur coat, and crawled to the end of the couch. There was a basin of water on the wooden shelf.

He reached out to take the handkerchief in the basin, but his balance was unstable and he fell, knocking over the wooden shelf. All the water in the basin poured onto him. He ignored the biting cold and took the handkerchief and rubbed his body vigorously. He felt that every inch of his flesh touched by Yu Zeying was extremely dirty.

Her skin was soon rubbed blood red, but the disgusting feeling lingered in her heart and could not be dispelled no matter what she did...

Only death can...

He threw the handkerchief...

Climbing towards the door, the water on my body left a large stain on the ground. The light was dim, like blood...

He crawled to the door and opened the carved wooden door. A cold wind blew in the snow. He held onto the door sill and crawled out. The first time he crawled out of here, he wanted to live, but now he wanted to die...

He wanted to die cleanly. On many silent nights, he could always hear the sound of gurgling water.

Liang Jingxuan told him that there was a small river behind the haunted house. It looked small but was very deep and shaped like a rooster, hence the name Rooster River.

He even complained that the name was hypocritical...

The snow was very thick, and climbing on it was freezing cold. Before he reached the gate, his face had turned completely pale and his lips were trembling.

He did not stop, but kept crawling forward. He did not want to die in the snow. He loved snow the most. His thigh was scratched, and the blood flowed in the snow, like a gorgeous red plum blossom...

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the front door. As soon as he grabbed the high threshold, he fell heavily. He fell in the snow, curled up, and never climbed out of the haunted house until his death...

The sky was gloomy and it began to snow again. Snow fell densely on him. Before long, he became a white grave.