Chapter 44: Life and Death "But the madman loves you."
The inky black sea water continued to rise, hitting the nearby reefs.
The sounds echoed one after another.
Pei Zhiyu was walking towards Gu Hong and Zhui Lian.
Walk slowly, slowly.
His steps were steady, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. However, his aura of approaching was so strong and oppressive that Gu Hong couldn't react for a moment.
Gu Hong was obviously shocked by this sudden change for a moment, until the figure got closer and closer, he suddenly came back to his senses.
He finally recognized the man.
The distinguished and kind donor, Mr. Yu.
Yu Peizhi.
Why was he here? Was he here to save the woman who had murdered Ah Xiu? Sure enough, he had sensed something was amiss between the two of them at the fireworks display that day.
After finally catching Mr. Yu and leaving the town, he began to implement the operation, but how come this man came back again!
Resentment flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly reached out, tightly grasping the bound Zhui Lian, and shouted, "Yu Peizhi, don't come over here!"
Under the reef, his expression suddenly became ferocious: "If you come any closer, I'll push her over!"
But Pei Zhiyu did not stop at all.
He didn't seem to take his words seriously at all.
Gu Hong's face turned pale, and he suddenly turned his gun hand and pointed it at Pei Zhiyu: "I shot! I really shot!"
Pei Zhiyu smiled.
He tilted his head slightly, a small, gorgeous smile playing softly on his lips.
"Shoot!"
Instead of retreating, he even took a step forward, his sweaty forehead resting against the cold muzzle of the gun.
The smile was still on his face, with a creepy amusement: "Why don't you shoot? Kill me."
"Ah...yes."
"It doesn't matter to me. If Teacher Zhui dies, I'll naturally commit suicide for love..." Pei Zhiyu's eyes swept over Zhui Lian beside him, and he continued softly, "Then, when the time comes, it will be just her and me on the road to the underworld... no one else. How wonderful."
Zhui Lian felt the gaze sticking to her, sticking to her like a spider web.
She was like a dying butterfly. In this gaze, she felt that the spider web was afraid of breaking her, but at the same time it was greedily entangling her.
Pei Zhiyu withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Hong's shocked eyes and her lips that opened and closed, closed and opened again. Suddenly, he frowned in displeasure.
Why was this person looking at him like that?
He was not joking, he really felt that sinking into the cold sea together might be a perfect destination, an eternal exclusivity, an ending where no one would disturb him and her again.
It's normal that someone at this level of rubbish can't understand it. Thinking of this, Pei Zhiyu felt lighter.
"But if I remember correctly, your elderly parents are still in Qingjiang, right?" He suddenly laughed, took another step forward, and nudged the gun barrel with his forehead, whispering, "Come on, shoot here. After you're done, you'll come to accompany me, and they'll...soon be there for you."
Gu Hong's eyes suddenly widened.
"You... lunatic, lunatic!" This time, his hand holding the gun trembled more violently than any other time before. "You lunatic!"
His family is his last weakness and the source of his hatred.
But at this moment, she was easily held in the palm of the hand by this powerful man.
"I am, but——" Pei Zhiyu's voice was still very gentle, but his eyes were as if he was looking at a dead object.
"Take your dirty hands off me."
The next sound was extremely cold.
"Who allowed you to touch my things?"
The temperature dropped to zero degrees.
And at the moment when these words rang in Gu Hong's ears——
Pei Zhiyu moved!
His movements were so fast that they left only an afterimage, but that was not a fighting technique at all, but a pure, bestial outburst of violence.
He grabbed Gu Hong's wrist holding the gun, twisted it violently, and clicked—
A teeth-grinding sound suddenly rang out.
Gu Hong's wrist bone was broken.
"Ugh!"
Just as his scream burst out of his throat, Pei Zhiyu's other clenched fist was mercilessly hitting Gu Hong's face!
“Uh…ah!”
Every time, Gu Hong's scream was about to come out, it would be shattered by the next heavy punch, thrown back into her throat, and swallowed into blood foam.
The gun had already flown out of his hand and landed on a reef not far away.
Pei Zhiyu didn't give his opponent any chance to breathe. Fists, elbows, knees... every impact was accompanied by a terrifying muffled sound.
This is more like the destruction and dismantling of a dead object than a violent subjugation.
It was as if he wanted to tear off the other person's flesh and dig out his bones.
Gu Hong was not completely without resistance. Driven by the desire to survive and the severe pain in his body, he pulled Pei Zhiyu's hair tightly with his hands, or slammed his head into the other's jaw.
After the dull thud of bones colliding, blood stained Pei Zhiyu's eyelashes and eyebrows, and blood also flowed from the corners of his broken mouth. The sand and stones on the reef beach were rough and abrasive, scratching his skin and seeping in drop after drop of blood.
The two men wrestled with each other, both covered in blood, but Pei Zhiyu always had the upper hand.
Just because he seemed to feel no pain, his attacks became faster and more brutal. He didn't care about his life, but wanted to use his blood and pain to exchange for more brokenness for the other party.
Zhui Lian curled up in the groove of the reef, rubbing her bound hands against the reef, trying to loosen the rough knot.
The sea water is coming up little by little.
She had no time to pay attention to the two men fighting.
But at this moment, her movements also stopped.
The sound of fists hitting flesh was too hard to ignore.
Blood splattered out of Gu Hong's mouth and nose, splashing on Pei Zhiyu's face and shirt, and the rocky beach beneath him was also dyed red.
But he didn't care at all, and the crazy smile on his lips even deepened.
When the moonlight and the color of blood blend together on a person, it can make that person breathtakingly beautiful and extremely terrifying.
She was a little dazed, staring blankly at the large patch of red in front of her eyes.
The whole world is turning red, and the smell of blood is filling my sense of smell.
She felt so nauseous, so sick that she wanted to vomit, but the scene before her was so strange that she couldn't look away.
This Pei Zhiyu, this Pei Zhiyu covered in blood, tore off all the gentle disguise of "Yu Peizhi" and turned back into the blond boy from Xiting High School.
The arrogant, violent and lawless boy.
No, even worse than then.
But many times, it was difficult for her to deny that Pei Zhiyu was very kind to her.
If it weren't for those three years in England, and if it weren't for his subsequent crazy and paranoid confinement, he would be the best person in the world to her... except for Xunli.
Soon, Gu Hong collapsed on the reef like a rag and could not get up again.
Apart from faint twitching, he could no longer make any sound.
Pei Zhiyu was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He shook his bloody hands, then finally turned around.
His gaze fell on Zhui Lian again.
The madness and violence in his eyes had not yet completely faded away, and mixed with the blood flowing from his forehead, he looked like a Shura who had returned from hell.
He walked towards her step by step, his wet soles rolling over the rough surface of the stone beach, making a rustling sound.
The inky black sea surged behind him, the waves crashing and splashing a pale foam, like a firework presented for this violence.
Pale fireworks surrounded the sky and the earth.
He squatted down.
The force that touched Zhui Lian's bound wrists was very light, but the movement was fast, almost violent. He broke the ropes in a few strokes, as if he could not tolerate even a second of delay.
The rope loosened, and he looked at Zhui Lian's wrists, which had already turned red and even purple.
"…sorry."
His eyes fell on the glaring marks and he said in a low voice, "I'm late."
Zhui Lian felt cold all over and just staggered to get down from the reef. The fear mixed in his dizzy brain and could not come out quickly.
but--
A pair of hands suddenly reached out.
The man pulled her out of the stone trough, one hand tightly wrapped around her waist and back, while the other hand, stained with sticky blood, trembled and grabbed the back of her head, pressing the soaked girl tightly and forcefully into his arms!
Too hard.
Her bones were crushed.
Zhui Lian frowned unhappily and wanted to push Pei Zhiyu, but found that she simply didn't have the strength to do so.
She could only look up at the other person, trying to warn him with her eyes.
But when he looked up, he saw all the madness and violence in Pei Zhiyu's eyes fading away like the tide.
When the tide receded, what was revealed was a bottomless fear that almost swallowed him up.
Seeing her raise her head slightly, he pressed the hand on the back of her head again and pushed her back into his arms.
"Don't look..." he said hoarsely, "It's too ugly, don't look at it."
Ugly?
Is it referring to this bloody hell, or is it referring to... the expression on his face that shows he is on the verge of collapse but has survived a disaster?
"Zhui Lian, Zhui Lian..." He called her again and again.
The voice was hoarse, but the breath was hot.
The bloody smell rising from the scalding heat came over bit by bit and sprayed on Zhui Lian's earlobes and neck. It was hard to tell whether it was more itchy and numb, or trembling.
Pei Zhiyu tightened his arms, almost suffocating Zhui Lian.
Like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice soft as a dream:
"If you die... I'll make the entire Qingjiang... no, everyone who makes you unhappy, go down to accompany you." Innocent cruelty and morbid excitement mixed in his increasingly subdued murmurs, "Then... I'll come find you."
There's a dampness around my neck. Is it sweat? Blood? Or something else?
Zhui Lian couldn't tell. She was simply captivated by the possessiveness and despair in his words, and for a moment, she forgot to struggle. This feeling was too heavy, too extreme, like a swamp, a swamp so deep it couldn't get any deeper. Once you stepped into it, there was no way back.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't think about the love and hate of these years anymore.
But, at this moment——
A fishy and salty sea breeze suddenly blew by, blowing up a few pieces of dead grass between the cracks of the reefs and bringing with it a sound of extremely quiet footsteps.
The sound was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the continuous sound of waves.
The next second——
"You...you killed my brother! Die!"
Xiaomei, who had returned at some point, stood behind them and picked up the pistol that Gu Hong had just thrown away due to exhaustion.
Bang--!
She screamed, closed her eyes, and squeezed the trigger hard.
She was an orphan, and it was Gu Hong's adoption that allowed her to experience the warmth of family and have a home for the first time.
The gun was so inaccurate that she didn't know who it would hit, and she didn't care.
The little bit of guilt she felt towards Zhui Lian had long been overwhelmed by immense hatred, and she only wanted the two people who hurt her brother to pay the price.
So it was too fast, too fast, the bullet blurred into a thin white line and flashed past Zhui Lian's eyes.
Long shot, slow shot.
Pull away and then move forward.
The thin thread entangled in the flesh and was stained with blood.
But the blood that was stained on her was the blood of the man who suddenly and violently embraced her.
The white line is dipped into the red line.
The red lines grew wildly, in clusters and clumps, spreading across the man's chest.
The splashing red, the vast expanse of red, the spinning red, is so close and yet so far away.
The closest thing is the blood on Pei Zhiyu's body.
The blood splattered all over her face and body, but her pale cheeks did not brighten, but became more panicked and shocked.
What is far away is Pei Zhiyu's action.
Without hesitation, he moved sideways to block the bullet for her.
The bullet was completely inaccurate and flew wildly in the air, but the person with her back facing Xiaomei was actually her.
The man's body shook violently, but the strength of his embrace on her did not loosen at all, just like he had said before -
I will never let her go even if I die.
To put it another way, it might be: Even death cannot let him go.
"Pei...Zhi...Yu..."
Zhui Lian felt like she was about to lose her voice, as if every word in her throat didn't sound like it was uttered by herself.
Each of her words was spoken very slowly.
Because she can hardly speak anymore.
The blood seemed to have finally found a suitable outlet and suddenly choked out of Pei Zhiyu's mouth. This time, her whole body was finally stained red.
Blood was dripping down his face and body.
Flowing along, winding into the sea.
Zhui Lian looked at him, watching the moonlight filter through the mist and fall on his pale, bloodstained face, his wet black hair sticking to his forehead.
Watching him suddenly grin.
I watched him choke on blood and laughed.
"Lianlian, I've died for you once..." What was inconsistent with the bloody scene was that his voice was so gentle.
The man who looked like a water ghost also looked at Zhui Lian, his eyes were wet and filled with inhuman charm.
His pupils were so black, as dark as they could be, as if the inky black sea water had surged into them.
"Every time you think of today, you'll only think of me...you'll never be able to forget it...right?"
The inhuman, enchanting obsession sank into the deep sea of that pupil.
"…madman."
Zhui Lian stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to push away the loose hair that stuck to Pei Zhiyu's forehead. She couldn't describe her feelings at the moment and could only perform some instinctive actions in a daze.
All the fear, disgust, and resentment of the past are like foam floating on the sea at this moment.
Can't get rid of it, but can't catch it either.
Pei Zhiyu laughed again, his voice was even lighter, but it was still clear to hear.
"But Crazy loves you."
The man at this moment looked more like a siren than a water ghost.
It is breathtakingly beautiful, yet so fragile that it seems like it will turn into bubbles and disappear in the next second.
His strength was indeed only as light as foam.
The hand went around Zhui Lian's neck and held her with the last of its strength.
Holding her forehead against his—
There was a very light knock between the foreheads.
Then, this water ghost will transform into a foamy siren—
Finally fell down.
But until the last moment, his eyes were still fixed on Zhui Lian, morbidly yet contentedly.
That is a water ghost who is about to return to the deep sea and wants to have his bride at the last moment.
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