Chapter 80 Painful Decision

Mu Xiliang had a very long nightmare. He saw with his own eyes that his elder sister gave birth to a stillborn baby, and the bright red blood flowed from the bed to the floor...

His elder sister didn't believe that the baby was stillborn and held the baby tightly in her arms, "Baby, this is my baby..."

The doctors and nurses took the dead fetus away from her hands indifferently. She rushed over madly, "Give my baby back to me, give my baby back to me! Give it back to me... give my baby back to me..."

The door of the ward was shut heavily. She banged on it again and again. After who knows how long, the door was covered with bloody handprints. "Give the baby back to me...Give it back to me, give the baby back to me..."

“Big sister…Big sister!!!” He suddenly opened his eyes. He was not dead. He was still in this haunted house. “Big sister…Big sister…”

He climbed down from the couch, lost his balance, and fell down, "Ah Xi!"

Yu Zeying pushed open the carved wooden door and walked in. He leaned down to hug him, but he pushed him away. "Why did you save me? Why don't you let me die?!!!"

Yu Zeying held him tightly with his two arms and picked him up, "If you die...what should I do?"

“Bang!”

Mu Xiliang slapped him once, but still felt unsatisfied. With a gloomy face and fierce eyes, he slapped him again, "Get lost!!!"

Yu Zeying raised the corner of his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse, "Ah Xi, hit me a few more times... hit me a few more times to calm down..."

Mu Xiliang's face was still pale and sickly, his foxy eyes were watery and charming, his lips were red and plump, but his words were as sharp as a knife, "Then you go to hell! It would be best if your grandfather, your uncle, your brother, and your mother all died! As long as you all die, I will be relieved!"

Yu Zeying's heart ached as if it was dug out on the spot. He said nothing and carried Mu Xiliang back to the couch. His two muscular arms supported his shoulders and begged bitterly, "Ah Xi...can you wait for me a little longer? I will give you an explanation for everything..."

Mu Xiliang lay on the couch with a deathly pale face, unable to hear anything. He just wanted to die... He sat up and lifted up the fox fur coat, "Ah Xi... what's wrong with you? What are you looking for? I'll help you find it!" Yu Zeying stood beside the couch, afraid that he would fall off.

The sharp knife was hidden under the soft pillow with rusty lotus flowers. It was too late for Yu Zeying to stop it. "Ah Xi, don't do it!" Mu Xiliang's white jade fingers tightly grasped the knife with a cold glow, "Get out!!!"

Yu Zeying grasped the blade, "Don't..."

Mu Xiliang's gorgeous face was a little weird. He was tortured by hatred and lost his mind. He grasped the handle of the knife and stabbed Yu Zeying in the abdomen. The boiling blood flowed along the blade to his white jade fingers. He suddenly came to his senses, pulled out the knife, pointed the sharp tip of the knife at his chest and stabbed it hard...

"Ah Xi!!!!"

Mu Xiliang smiled and closed his eyes. He could finally die. Although it wasn't a clean death, at least he was dead. It didn't matter if it was dirty...

Yu Zeying started crying again. If it weren’t for… he might have coaxed him, maybe… he would have really spent his whole life with him, watching him kill pigs, following him to sell pork, and living a plain and simple life…

Unfortunately, it is impossible. There are five or six lives lost between them...

He couldn't live with him without any grudges, nor could he kill him. Between love and hate, he chose death. Death was a kind of relief for him...

It is the best destination...

If there is an afterlife, he will...

Outside the operating room, the silent corridor is like the road to the underworld. Going forward is the door to life, and going backward is the door to death.

The atmosphere on the waiting bench was solemn and depressing. Yu Zeying's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his hands tightly, and his knuckles turned white. Lu Sui patted his shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, he won't come out yet, and you won't be able to bear it first..."

"Okay... why don't you go back first... Xuanbao... I..." He wanted to say "I'm sorry", but sorry was useless. The wound would leave scars even if it healed.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to blame yourself. I didn't let you go with me because I wasn't sure I could come back alive!"

Lu Sui's frankness made Yu Zeying even more ashamed. He didn't know that if one day Lu Sui knew that his father was killed by his grandfather, and that Song Huizi's child didn't survive... and that Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu who were very kind to him...

Four lives were lost. What should he do? Song Huizi and the Army were still so kind to him...

Is Lu Sui still willing to acknowledge him as his brother?

"Ah-Yi, what's wrong with you? Is your wound hurting again?! I'll go get you a doctor and a nurse..."

Yu Zeying covered his stomach, "No need! Ah Sui... No need..."

Lu Sui wanted to grab his hand, but was afraid of hurting him, "Then take your hand away!"

Yu Zeying's lips were cracked and his voice was as hoarse as sand. "I'm really fine..."

"Yu Zeying, you fucking bastard..." Before Lu Sui could finish his curse, the door of the operating room was pushed open from the inside.

Yu Zeying stood up, holding his stomach, "Doctor, how is he?!"

The doctor showed him the film he had just taken with a serious look on his face. "There is no damage to the heart. The bleeding has stopped and the wound is being sutured. His leg was not properly treated during the previous surgery. The debris in the wound was not cleaned up. Didn't he ever say that his leg was uncomfortable and painful?"

Yu Zeying suddenly recalled the many nights when Mu Xiliang was sweating profusely from the pain, "There was a time..."

"Then why didn't you bring him here earlier?" the doctor asked again.

Yu Zeying seemed to be strangled by someone and could not speak...

The doctor handed him the surgery form and said, "Sign it!"

After Yu Zeying signed, he felt like he was half dead. "Ah-Ying!"

If Lu Sui hadn't stood behind him and supported him, he would have fallen down long ago.

"Ah Sui... I don't want to live anymore..." Lu Sui supported him and didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?!!!"

This time he said in a voice that only he could hear, "I say... I don't want to live anymore..."

The dim ward was like a sealed coffin. Mu Xiliang lay quietly on the white bed, his face pale. Yu Zeying sat in front of the bed, holding his hand and gently rubbing his nose. Hot tears rolled down Mu Xiliang's palm and meandered down his arm...

"Ah Xi, wake up... I will do what you want me to do... You live well for me..."

He is not a saint. No matter how evil Yu Yaodong is, he is still his grandfather. When he was a child, Yu Jun didn't care much about him. No one even knew he had a fever. When Yu Yaodong came back from a meeting in the province, it was already four in the morning, but he still bought him a model airplane.

He had a high fever, and he scolded all the housekeepers and nannies at home. They took him to the hospital overnight and stayed with him on IV drips until the next morning...

The housekeeper wanted to switch arms with him, but he said, "If I don't, it will wake Ah-Ying up..."

When he was young, he was very willful and always wanted to be carried. Even if his waist was not good, he would still carry him, saying: "Hurry up now. If you don't carry grandpa, he will get old and can't carry our A-Yi anymore..."

But the only person who gave him "love" was a devil who killed people without blinking an eye...

To him, human life is no different from a stray dog ​​on the roadside...

When he was most naive, he always thought that those things were done by his uncle, and he even went to the police station to report it. Ironically, it was his uncle who took his statement, turning the pen and looking at him jokingly, as if mocking his naivety...

He began to resist them intentionally or unintentionally, and was suppressed almost every time. He was weak, and even if he was fearless, he was just a little clown in front of them.

His grandfather, who loved him the most, was furious at his actions and threatened him with Lu Sui...

He was pinned to the ground by four or five men, like a dog, while his grandfather, who loved him the most, stood silently beside him, looking down at him.

"Ah-Ying, this person must not have any soft spots..."

He didn't listen, and he had another soft spot, Mu Xiliang...

Mu Xiliang woke up in a daze, his fox eyes were full of white. He was confused for a while before he realized that this was not a haunted house or the underworld, but a hospital.

That fool Yu Zeying saved him again...

How can you be so stupid?

Even if I saved him, he wouldn't stay with him...

He turned sideways and realized that not only his chest hurt, but his legs also hurt. He lifted the quilt and found that his legs were also bandaged...

Although it hurts, it's not as excruciating as before.

With a creak, the ward door was pushed open from the outside, and Yu Zeying walked in carrying a bowl of steaming black-bone chicken soup. His facial muscles drooped, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he had aged ten years. "Ah Xi..."

Yu Zeying knew that he had woken up, but he didn't dare to come in. He could only stand outside the door, staring at him through the crack.

Mu Xiliang didn't want to look at him. He lowered his head and coughed twice. His face became even paler and his foxy eyes were watery. "Ah Xi, you can't move now. You have to lie down well..."

Yu Zeying put the chicken soup on the table in front of the bed and wanted to help him lie down, but his hands froze in mid-air and he didn't dare to touch him.

Mu Xiliang lay down on his side with his back to him. His pale lips opened slightly, and he spat out words as sinister as a knife blade, "I don't want to live anymore. No matter how many times you save me, it's useless... Maybe next time, I will kill you too!"

Yu Zeying smiled bitterly, "You won't. If you wanted to kill me, you would have missed that good opportunity the night before last..."

Mu Xiliang's face suddenly darkened, "That's because I think your blood has stained my path to the underworld... Stop being so sentimental here..."

Yu Zeying's eyes were blurred by the tears, "No..."

"Where's my knife?" Mu Xiliang sat up, lifted the quilt, threw the pillow, and shouted, "Where's my knife?!!!"

Yu Zeying picked up the pillow and patted it, "I... I hid it..."

Mu Xiliang's fox eyes, which had been calm just now, were now filled with cruelty and violence. "Get out!"

Yu Zeying left, leaving behind only the not-so-hot chicken soup.

Mu Xiliang lay down. Not long after, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and a tall man walked in...