Chapter 25 Fate repeatedly mocks him, denying him neither freedom nor death.
Wen Yanyu followed the scent of blood upwards.
The mall was filled with shouts and chaos.
"You fucking bitch! I've spent so much money on you! How dare you dump me! You bunch of bastards! Bastards! Go to hell!"
On the second floor, around the corner, a burly middle-aged man straddled a woman, cursing incessantly while wildly waving a long knife in his hand.
The man's face was contorted with rage, fierce and crazed, as he plunged the knife into the girl's abdomen.
The mall's customers and sales staff had already fled in fear, and two security guards were also injured on the ground, with bloodstains scattered everywhere.
The girl, pinned to the ground by the man, struggled incessantly. Her eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes, veins bulged on her neck, and her face was contorted with pain. Bright red blood flowed from the wounds on her body.
Another short-haired girl tried her best to push the man away, but was stabbed several times.
"Run... Yao Yao, run! Don't worry about me, just go!" Jiang Wantang lay on the ground, crying and pushing the short-haired girl who was still trying to pull her away.
"Bastard! We don't even know you! You beast! Let her go!" Song Nianyao, clutching her bleeding abdomen, tried with all her might to push the man away.
But it was no use; the pain from her wounds left her powerless, and the man held Jiang Wantang firmly down.
"Get out of here! You beast!" Song Nianyao screamed in despair, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew in.
The man's expression contorted, a sharp pain shot through his groin, and he couldn't help but let out a wail. His hand gripping the knife went limp.
He turned around and crashed into those gray eyes filled with cold anger.
He only had time to see the long hair clearly before the man picked up his knife and slashed at the other man.
Lu Mingxu, who rushed over, suddenly narrowed his eyes. Before he could catch his breath, he saw this scene. The air that was already in his chest caught in his throat, neither rising nor falling.
Wen Yanyu's expression was icy. He dodged to the side, and the long sword brushed past him.
She leaped forward to the man, raised her hand to block the small dagger he swung at her, and twisted it with her backhand.
Gray mist enveloped his blood-stained wrist, and the man couldn't help but howl in pain.
Wen Yanyu lifted his leg.
Another sharp pain shot through his groin, and the man collapsed.
Wen Yanyu kicked away the long knife held by the other party, pressed one knee down on the man's lower back, and pinned him to the ground.
Song Nianyao had already dragged Jiang Wantang to a corner the moment the man was distracted. The two of them were covered in blood and looked at the scene in front of them, barely alive.
The man was pinned to the ground, yelling incessantly, "You fucking bitch! You bastard! Let me go! You fucking bitch! I'll fuck you to death! You bitch! You slut!"
"I'm going to kill you all, you sluts! You filthy bitches!"
With a dull, cracking sound, the man cried out in pain; he heard the sound of his bones breaking.
His finger bones were broken, and the man was sweating profusely from the pain, cursing incessantly.
"You bitch! Let me go! You slut!"
The man's expression was contorted, his face filled with madness and rage, and he continued to hurl vulgar curses.
"Smack—"
His body was turned over, and a crisp slap rang out.
"Scoundrel..."
Wen Yanyu held the man firmly to the ground, slapping and punching him repeatedly.
The middle-aged man's cheeks instantly swelled up, and several teeth mixed with blood spurted from his mouth.
Seeing the anger in the other person's eyes, the man was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled mockingly and continued to curse: "You bitch, what the hell can you do to me!"
The moment the words fell.
Jiang Wantang, who was not far away, lost consciousness and collapsed into Song Nianyao's arms.
On the other side, near the railing, at a table, a pair of inorganic black eyes silently watched everything. The shadowy figure slowly spoke.
"I saw the rabbit that ran away."
The strangely handsome man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and chuckled, "He's still the same as before, so adorable."
The man's lips curled into a strange smile. He tilted his head slightly and blew a breath toward the man who was being pinned down by the boy and cursing incessantly. Black mist swirled around the man's calves.
The two people and their shadow watched each other for a long time.
That little rabbit that can endure the most pain and is the most fun to play with.
The only little rabbit that escaped from his grasp.
The shadowy figure turned away and continued, "He has that guy's mark on his forehead. If we take him away now, that guy will come after us."
His calm tone was unusually tinged with emotion.
fear.
A mad dog, like a madman, chasing them through hundreds of worlds just to tear a piece of flesh from them to vent its anger.
Just thinking about that guy's eyes.
I'm still shaken.
If they hadn't thrown the rabbit out beforehand...
...
Upon hearing this, the man stopped what he was doing, the tear marks on his neck were faintly visible, and he silently looked down at the boy.
After a long while, he calmly withdrew his gaze.
"I will take my rabbit with me after that mark disappears."
"He can only belong to me."
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"Let me go! You filthy bitch! Or I'll kill you! You filthy bitch!"
"I'm going to fucking kill you! You slut! Let me go! I'm going to hack you to death! When I get out, I'm going to hack you to death! I'm going to kill your whole family! You bitch!"
The middle-aged man twisted his body wildly, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, trying to inflict some harm on the person restraining him.
But he could only feel the pressure on his chest getting heavier and heavier, almost making it hard for him to breathe.
The stench of blood that filled the air was frantically stimulating his brain nerves. Wen Yanyu slowly raised his eyes and looked ahead.
The girl lying on the ground had almost lost all vital signs.
The anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
"Yeah?"
He lowered his eyes and murmured softly.
The dagger was raised.
"Bitch...ah!"
A gleaming dagger grazed the corner of the man's eye and plunged deep into the floor behind his head.
"You want to kill me?"
Wen Yanyu sighed and chuckled softly.
You are not qualified.
The middle-aged man was completely stunned as the dagger grazed his face, and a foul odor emanated from beneath him.
He looked into those eyes, which had turned a cold, silvery-gray, calm and still, like icy, dazzling gems, even carrying a hint of eerie tenderness.
In contrast, the chilling killing intent almost materialized, enveloping him until he could hardly breathe.
He showed no murderous intent or anger, but as if marked by death, every cell in his body screamed for danger, a tremendous sense of horror rose from the bottom of his heart, and his instinct for survival was awakened.
His survival instinct made him scream, but in that instant, he lost all consciousness.
Wen Yanyu stood up and walked towards the two people lying on the ground not far away.
Under the gaze of the dying Song Nianyao, a mixture of gratitude and despair lingered.
Wen Yanyu sat down, letting her hair fall loose, and gently stroked Jiang Wantang, who had lost all consciousness.
Wen Yanyu extended his hand to Song Nianyao.
Song Nianyao was stunned, not understanding what the other person was doing.
The survival instinct etched into her soul made her subconsciously grab the other person's hand.
The gradually disappearing pain, and the increasingly clear consciousness that should have made her feel drowsy, told her exactly what had happened.
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes slightly and gently stroked the soul that was already hovering on the edge of death.
The few remaining black hairs instantly lost all color, hidden beneath the black dye, unnoticed by anyone.
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