"Ah!" a woman cried out in panic. "What are you doing? Murder? Ah! Murder! Help! Murder!"
Upon hearing the woman's scream, the fighters instinctively turned to look at the source of the sound.
That slender figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Qi Yanjue's pupils dilated violently, and rainwater streamed down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging him.
It's a hallucination, it must be a hallucination. It can't be Song Yueying, she's eating at the state-run restaurant right now.
He wiped his face with his hand, and when he opened his eyes again, the figure was still there. Qi Yanjue had no time to think about how she got here, and roared loudly, "Run, run!"
"Run, yes, I have to run... I must run." Song Yueying muttered to herself, turning around to run. However, her path was blocked, and several people surrounded her.
She immediately sensed something was wrong and stiffly turned to look at the people surrounding her, each of them holding a weapon.
Iron rod, axe, machete...
She successfully drew some attention to herself, but in doing so, she also put herself in danger.
Her cloth shoes were soaked through in less than two minutes after she stepped into the rain. Song Yueying slowly backed away through the water, her eyes warily watching the people who were gathering around her.
"Run? Where do you think you're going?" a crew-cut man asked with a smile, slamming an iron rod into the ground with a crisp, dull thud.
It's like a death knell tolling on people's hearts.
"Ah! Right, run, run!" Song Yueying turned and ran in feigned panic, but because she didn't see where she was going, she crashed headfirst into the wall...
She collapsed to the ground, limp and weak, as the rain relentlessly lashed her body.
Everyone else was stunned by this.
He saw her slam her head against the wall, her body lying motionless on the ground. A scene flashed through Qi Yanjue's mind, and for no apparent reason, he felt that this scene was very familiar.
Without time to think, he had to go check on Song Yueying...
However, as soon as he made a move, the people surrounding him followed suit. Qi Yanjue narrowed his eyes, his whole body radiating a chilling killing intent.
The man with the crew cut closest to Qi Yanjue noticed the change in him. He glanced at the woman lying on the ground and said, "You seem very anxious."
Qi Yanjue did not respond.
No one noticed that the person lying on the ground opened their eyes, glanced at them, and then immediately closed them again.
"You're worried about that stupid woman on the ground." Seeing that Qi Yanjue still didn't respond, the crew-cut man didn't care and continued, "You know her."
"You care about her." The crew-cut man spoke to himself, but every word he uttered was a statement, not a question.
Qi Yanjue recognized the foolish woman on the ground and seemed to care about her quite a bit. He seemed to have finally discovered Qi Yanjue's weakness, becoming increasingly excited as he spoke, eventually even bursting into laughter.
He pondered to himself, what were the chances of success in threatening Qi Yanjue with that foolish woman on the ground?
Seeing through the man's intentions, Qi Yanjue attacked him directly. The others followed suit; to be precise, more than a dozen people ganged up on Qi Yanjue alone.
While Qi Yanjue was fighting with those people and no one was paying attention to her, Song Yueying, who was lying on the ground, quietly opened her eyes.
As far as the eye could see, people lay sprawled haphazardly in the alley, rainwater mixed with blood flowing all over the ground.
It looked like it had just been through a fierce battle; the scene was horrific.
Song Yueying sighed helplessly. It seemed she was always experiencing these bloody scenes. It was like this in her past life, and it was still like this now that she had transmigrated to the 1970s.
In her past life, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to her research, creating many miracles for the country. This attracted the covetous eyes of other countries, who, failing to coerce or entice her, simply killed her.
The main theme is "If I can't have it, I'll destroy it, and no one else can have it either."
In this life, she was just an eighteen-year-old village girl, her father dead and her mother insane, utterly unknown. Logically, she shouldn't have had to endure such things, but because of Qi Yanjue's appearance, she experienced two separate ordeals within a few days…
His gaze met that of Qi Yanjue, who was kneeling on one knee.
Both of them were startled.
Qi Yanjue was the first to react, and he forced himself to stand up. He looked at the people defiantly, "I've already handed the person over, and the people who sent you will soon be dealt with."
"Heh, Qi Yanjue, don't try to fool us. You've only been back in the country for a few days, how could you hand over the person so quickly?" The crew-cut man sneered.
"We'll let you go as long as you hand the person over to us."
"I've already handed the person over. Believe it or not, it's up to you," Qi Yanjue insisted.
“We don’t believe it.” The crew-cut man glared at him fiercely. “Qi Yanjue, don’t try to confuse the issue. If you really handed over the man, why would you come out here as a target yourself?”
"If you don't believe me, then so be it." Qi Yanjue's face was calm, but he was very anxious inside.
Seeing Song Yueying peeking with her eyes open, you know she's alright. She just fell down after hitting the wall; it was all an act for those people.
The fact that those people didn't check on her but instead focused all their attention on attacking him shows that her acting was very successful. Seeing that she was alright, Qi Yanjue couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.
Because the danger still exists.
He had faced such dangers countless times, and he was not afraid.
But she only experienced it once. That time, she also hit a wall, but it was a real wall hit, and she knocked herself unconscious.
"You're playing us...you...you're asking for death." Hearing Qi Yanjue's words, those people's eyes turned red with rage, and they brandished their weapons at Qi Yanjue again.
Qi Yanjue also brandished the iron rod he had snatched and engaged in a fierce fight with the others.
However, he was already seriously injured and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
His arm was struck by the axe, and the iron rod he had snatched fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He was kicked away and crashed heavily in front of Song Yueying.
With a muffled groan, Qi Yanjue tried several times but couldn't get up.
He stopped struggling and stared through the rain at Song Yueying not far away. He was truly sorry for dragging her into such danger.
Perhaps, divorcing her is the best option.
Meeting Qi Yanjue's deep, dark eyes, Song Yueying felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew he was silently apologizing to her.
Actually, he doesn't need to apologize. She chased after him herself, and whatever the outcome, it was her own choice.
Besides, even if she comes, none of them will die.
"Wow! This woman is really lucky; she didn't kill herself." A mocking voice rang out.
"She didn't kill herself, so let's give her a ride."
"It's just a pity about that face, it's so pretty."
"It's just her bad luck."
"It's just bad luck," Song Yueying nodded in complete agreement. "If she had been even a little bit luckier, she wouldn't have encountered this."
She's only been here for a few days!
Song Yueying sat up with a smile. Since these people were courting death, they couldn't blame her. She popped a pill into her mouth and then quietly took out a small, transparent sphere from the space experiment vehicle.
She crushed the small, transparent ball in her hand, then opened her palm and let the rain wash her hands clean.
Everyone only saw her swallow the food, but they didn't see her crush the small ball.
"What did she just eat?" someone asked.
"Perhaps they knew they were going to die, so they ate something to avoid going hungry on their journey."
“Something’s not right.” The crew-cut man suddenly realized something was wrong and said coldly, “Kill her, kill her now.”
A man carrying an axe walked towards Song Yueying.
Staring at the sharp axe, gleaming with a cold light, Song Yueying felt a pang of panic. Although they were close by, the medicine needed time to take effect, and on a rainy day, its effects would be even slower.
The red pills she swallowed improved her bodily functions, but not immediately.
Just as Song Yueying was thinking of a solution...
A dramatic turn of events occurred at that moment. Qi Yanjue, who had fallen to the ground and lost his fighting ability, sprang to his feet. He rammed into the man wielding the axe, shouting, "Run!"
Song Yueying was shocked and stared in disbelief at the man covered in blood.
He... he's so badly injured himself, how could he...
"You're asking for death!" The man with the axe swung it, intending to kill Qi Yanjue. But Qi Yanjue grabbed his arm first, rendering him immobile.
Seeing that she was still sitting on the ground without moving, Qi Yanjue shouted, "Run! Get up and run!"
"Trying to be a hero even when you're about to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish. I'll cut off your head first, then I'll go cut off that woman's head," the man with the axe roared in anger.
He kicked Qi Yanjue away, then swung the axe at Qi Yanjue's neck. Qi Yanjue not only didn't dodge, but instead charged straight at him.
The man carrying the axe paused.
In that moment of hesitation, Qi Yanjue turned his head to avoid the axe aimed at him. At the same time, a dagger, gleaming coldly, thrust towards the man wielding the axe.
The man with the axe sneered, then withdrew it to block. Suddenly, he felt the axe in his hand weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and his hand loosened, causing the axe to fall and hit his foot.
"Ah..." A pig-like scream burst out, followed by a dagger piercing his shoulder. After the dagger was pulled out, blood gushed from his shoulder.
The man carrying the axe was terrified and tried to raise his hand to cover his wound.
Unfortunately, he failed; he was so weak that even raising his hand was a luxury.
Qi Yanjue staggered back a few steps, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. The expected clash of dagger and axe didn't occur; instead, the dagger pierced the man's shoulder…
He couldn't understand it, but he still gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.
"Oh no, Captain..." The rest of the words were automatically cut off as the man collapsed to the ground.
"Captain, it's poisoned! We've been poisoned!" someone shouted again.
The sounds of things falling to the ground echoed around them, followed by muffled groans as people collapsed.
Then, to everyone's horror, they discovered that not only were they completely powerless, but they could not even make a sound.
Watching those people fall one by one, Qi Yanjue was horrified. He felt his body gradually weaken, and the next moment, the dagger fell from his hand.
Her legs couldn't support her body, and after a few seconds she collapsed limply.
Could it really be poisonous? Was he poisoned too? Qi Yanjue wondered. He thought he would fall to the ground, but instead, someone caught him.
Turning his head, he saw half of her delicate, thin face. Rainwater streamed down her fair cheeks. Qi Yanjue asked in surprise, "You...you're alright?"
"It's nothing!" Song Yueying replied casually.
"Don't you feel weak all over, or..." Qi Yanjue stopped himself, staring blankly at her profile. "You...are you alright?"
She was alright. If she were in trouble, she wouldn't have had the strength to help him. But everyone else collapsed, completely exhausted. Why didn't she?
Qi Yanjue suddenly remembered what she had just swallowed. Could it be another pill?
So, were these people poisoned also her doing?
"I'm fine." Song Yueying knew what he was thinking, but she wasn't going to explain. "With the rain so heavy today, if I hadn't come, you probably wouldn't even have a trace left behind."
“Brother, you’ve just gotten home. If something happens to you, Mom will definitely not be able to handle it.”
"You take a rest, leave the rest to me."
Avoiding his injuries, I helped him sit down under the eaves of a building. I took out a blue pill, pinched his resolute chin, and dropped it into his mouth.
Song Yueying moved too fast; before Qi Yanjue could react, he had already swallowed the pill.
He stared at her in astonishment, about to ask what medicine she had given him, when he heard her say, "Sit here for a while."
Seeing her turn to leave, Qi Yanjue tried to reach out and grab her, but found he couldn't even lift his hand. He could only anxiously ask, "Where are you going?"
"Of course, it's to take revenge. We'll strike while they're down and kill them." Song Yueying turned back and smiled at him. "I'll take you to the hospital after I've dealt with these people."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards those people.
Revenge, get rid of those people, how? How to get revenge? How to get rid of those people? How could she, a weak woman with no power to even kill a chicken, achieve what she said...? Qi Yanjue was about to ask when he found himself speechless.
What happened? Why can't he make a sound? Qi Yanjue's face turned deathly pale with shock.
Then, he saw Song Yueying bend down, pick up an axe, turn around and look at the man who had been carrying the axe, and walk towards him step by step.
"Who did you just call a stupid woman?" Without waiting for a man's answer, Song Yueying continued, "She even said she would cut off his head first, and then cut off mine."
The man opened his mouth to curse, but no sound came out. He could only stare at Song Yueying with a sinister look in his eyes.
The axe struck the man's leg, but Song Yueying's expression remained completely calm. "I saw you kick people quite skillfully with that leg just now, but now... how does it feel? Does it hurt?"
"Devil! She's a devil! This foolish woman—no, she's not foolish, she's a devil!" The man opened his mouth to scream in pain, but no sound came out.
His face was twisted and contorted, but his eyes were clear, and his consciousness was also very clear.
He wanted to beg for mercy, he really wanted to answer her, "It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts."
Watching her cripple the man's leg and hearing her questions, Qi Yanjue understood perfectly well why he and his men, who had tried to kill him, had collapsed so helplessly.
Being completely at the mercy of others is indeed her masterpiece.
Although he didn't know how she did it, he was certain it was her. How much more did Song Yueying know that he didn't know?
Qi Yanjue was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and his vision began to blur...
Good heavens! What kind of demon, this female demon, did they provoke? The people lying on the ground watched helplessly as she picked up another iron rod and slowly walked towards them.
My heart screamed in terror, "Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer!"
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