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Capítulo 12

--tomb?

Is this in a tomb?

Huang Zilan felt a chill in her heart.

The leader looked at her and said, “This also involves a matter of will. We are only responsible for intimidation, threats, deception, and enticement, not for killing. Her death should be carried out by your people or by her herself. If she refuses to die no matter what we say, there is nothing we can do. So, you don’t have to think we are cruel; in fact, we are the most compassionate people in this world. Because we are members of the Gentlemen’s Sect, we are gentlemen.”

He helped the limp Huang Zilan to her feet, his calm tone suddenly shifting to one of undercurrents of threat. “A gentleman is always accompanied by a virtuous lady. And a virtuous lady would never interfere arbitrarily. So, you should think this through…” *** *** *** A Ding was crying, and Zhu Qian was also shedding tears.

She wept, “…Rong!” Suddenly she looked up, her face both tragic and resolute. “They are people! Not ghosts! They harmed Rong!” Her voice trembled, growing even more sorrowful. “Rong, you saved us…” But one hand reached for her backpack.

However, the eyes of the masses are discerning, especially at this critical moment when "food is the first necessity of the people."

Zhu Qian may have the brightest eyes, but Chen Xing has the fastest hands.

The moment Zhu Qian's hand touched the backpack, Chen Xing lunged forward and snatched it away. In that instant, four voices rang out simultaneously: "—Chen Xing!"

Du Liu, Ding Dada, Zhu Qian, Wu Xiaohui.

But at the same time, Chen Xing knelt down with a thud, kneeling before Tong Rong. He kowtowed. "Tong Rong, it was you who, fearless of violence, fought to the death; it was you who, undaunted by evil, acted without hesitation; it was you who, sacrificing your life, whose benevolence and righteousness will live on forever! You are the one who, through thick and thin, fought bravely against all odds; you ... Eight low-key play, carboxyl change of the blessing, 😐 ...

"How is she?" Chen Xing asked with concern. Looking at Tong Rong, he gripped his bag even tighter.

A Ding gave a bitter laugh, "Still...alive."

He could only manage a bitter laugh. Faced with these hypocritical and righteous words, he was truly speechless except for those three words.

Chen Xing then looked at Zhu Qian, his face turning cold. He snatched the fluorescent disk that was emitting a green light and asked sharply, "Where did this thing come from?"

"Stolen," Zhu Qian said weakly, but a murderous glint gradually appeared between her brows.

"Good!" Chen Xing shouted, "With this, we can see the way! Let's find them! Kill them! Rescue our sisters!" He suddenly stood up and strode away, displaying the heroic spirit of a chivalrous knight-errant facing his execution. Everyone stopped and looked at him. In an instant, people made way for him.

But Wu Xiaohui suddenly stretched out her arm and stopped Chen Xing.

"Stop!" she shouted sharply. "Put your backpack down!"

As soon as Li shouted, the people snapped to attention and sprang into action, instantly surrounding Chen Xing.

—If it doesn't concern me, I'll stay out of it. But at this moment, the interests of those carrying backpacks have become a matter of life and death for everyone.

That's why people are never "afraid" of a person.

Chen Xing frowned.

His face suddenly revealed the fierceness and cruelty he usually displayed when he was directing everyone to fetch water and food. He stared intently at Wu Xiaohui—the person who was always opposing him.

His gaze suddenly seemed to turn into a sharp awl.

He sneered.

"Why are you stopping me if I'm not going to rescue or find people?" He spoke slowly, but after each word, he would stare at a specific part of Wu Xiaohui's body. After saying thirteen words, he changed his gaze thirteen times.

At this point, his gaze was no longer just that of an awl, but also that of a knife, a sword, an axe, a club, a hammer, a whip, a hook, a gun, a bullet leaving the barrel, a vicious slap, a sudden kick, and some kind of male object that terrifies women (though it's not just fear).

If his gaze were truly so effective, at this moment, Wu Xiaohui's eyes would undoubtedly have been blinded, her delicate face would undoubtedly have ugly, worm-like knife marks, her throat would undoubtedly have been pierced by a sword, her head, filled with Xiaozhi and Xiaohui, would undoubtedly have been chopped off by an axe, her two slender legs would undoubtedly have been broken by a stick, her feet would undoubtedly have been flattened by a hammer, her body would undoubtedly have been whipped until it was completely bruised, her intestines and stomach would undoubtedly have been mercilessly hooked out, her body would undoubtedly have been riddled with holes by gunshots, and of course, her heart would undoubtedly have been riddled with at least a hundred bullets; she would also be slapped down and kicked, and then she would be... --- Magpie Bridge Fairy replied [37]: Unfortunately, no.

Unfortunately, a gaze can only be a gaze.

Therefore, no matter what the gaze resembles, it can only ever resemble it in the end.

Therefore, Wu Xiaohui is not afraid.

Her face was frosty. "Put down your bag! The life that Ah Rong risked her life for cannot be wasted in your hands!"

"Yes! Put it down!" people echoed.

Outside the crowd, Du Liu quietly flipped his wrist, and the blade was already silently aimed at Chen Xing.

*** *** ***

The most important thing in life is to be smart.

Wei Yiyi and An Yingying are undoubtedly very intelligent. So intelligent that they know when to fall into a coma and when to be fully alert.

(Huang Zilan couldn't help but admire—this was something that couldn't be learned; it could only be attributed to talent.) When the two of them woke up, the eldest was helping Huang Zilan up and uttering his last words—a polite threat. Therefore, for them, only one thing needed to be known:—don't interrupt.

(It's unnecessary to know: if she had truly resisted to the end, she wouldn't have been raped; how to execute Zhu Qian; the new source of food; that Zhu Qian could survive...) (It's unnecessary to know all these unnecessary truths.) *** *** *** At this moment, Wang Jia and Wang Mu took out the map again.

The two observed carefully. After a moment, Wang Mu came to a conclusion.

"—Remember the Zhong brothers' 'trend' theory?" Wang Mu asked casually. (See "Dreams of Time and Space, Sentiments of the Universe") Wang Jia nodded. "That's actually something modern people call 'chaos theory,' or 'fuzzy engineering.' —What's wrong with that?"

"Now, the patterns on the diagram change again. With eyes open, the light is still; with eyes closed, the light moves swiftly. The twenty-two small white dots are converging towards a three-way intersection. And they will soon converge together—but our path is downward. Towards the center."

"What does that have to do with trend theory?" Wang Jia asked.

“They’ll come too.” Wang Mu sighed. “This…maybe it’s a trend?”

*** *** ***

We've arrived at the three-way intersection.

With a wave of his hand, the leader extinguished all the fluorescent lights.

“Right here. —They’ll come.” At this moment, the leader resembled the “wise Ikkyu.” He added, “Rest. Take a break.”

But Er Gou suddenly barked:

"Master! [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.]"

Xiao Dao was also surprised, "Master, -- I just saw a bridge!"

"A bridge?" The leader's expression sharpened, and he turned on his glowing light again. "—Where's the bridge?"

"Yes! It can't be an illusion!" Xiao Dao was clearly shaken. "A bridge! The moment the fluorescence went out, a bridge flashed and disappeared!"

"Oh?" The boss looked at Xiao Dao seriously.

"Really! There are two more people in front of the bridge. One is dressed in a suit and is extremely thin; the other is very handsome!"

"What word?" the eldest brother asked seriously.

"The Bridge of Helplessness!"

Xiao Dao's voice no longer trembled.

IV. Killing Intent and Frosty Severity

There was a chill in the air.

There is a murderous intent.

A murderous aura had already emerged.

The murderous aura was slowly approaching.

*** *** ***

A chilling aura filled the air. Chen Xing's body suddenly stiffened.

His body stiffened as he slowly moved over the faces filled with weariness, greed, anger, and hatred, finally spotting Du Liu outside the crowd.

—The hatred his former classmates, colleagues, and friends felt for him far exceeded that for the unidentified robbers.

—Only Du Liu remained calm.

But the murderous aura was emanating from there.

He did not see A Ding and Tong Rong.

But he heard A Ding's soft cries and Tong Rong's weak moans. He knew that the two of them were simply too busy and too weak to care about anything else! He suddenly felt ridiculous, pathetic, and tragic.

The murderous aura was as sharp as frost, but he only felt it was laughable, pitiful, and tragic.

—For the sake of the empty title of "distributor, the most selfless person", Tong Rong risked her life to resist and snatch back some food and water.

—She loved A-Ding so much, but the first thing she said after waking up was still, “Food and drink, it’s in my backpack.”

Did she know that when she was kidnapped, not a single person (except for Ading) dared to rescue her or even wanted to?

Laughable, pathetic, and tragic.

—As a man, you dare not express your love to a woman you deeply love and who also deeply loves you; as a man, you would rather be disliked and pitied than distinguish right from wrong, dare to act and take responsibility, preferring to be wronged time and time again, enduring injustice, rather than stand up and declare the truth. A-Ding, do you really think that your actions will earn you true friendship?

How long can you maintain your personality? Do you really think people will be moved by your heart?

Laughable, pathetic, and tragic.

—The clever Du Liu always steps forward when he should. He takes all the credit for his kindness and justice, and pushes all the blame for his evil and despicable acts onto others. Is it really true that no one will ever see through his true nature in this life?

—But what about me?

But what about all of these people?

Isn't it just as ridiculous, pathetic, and tragic?!

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [38]: Killing intent as sharp as frost. Chen Xing suddenly looked up and laughed.

Smiling evilly.

The laughter suddenly stopped. He abruptly turned his head and stared at Wu Xiaohui again.

"Wu, Xiaohui!" he forced the words out from his throat. "What the hell can you do besides being petty and calculating?"

Wu Xiaohui sneered: "Nobody will believe you!"

"Don't you trust me?" Chen Xing laughed angrily. He looked again at those faces filled with greed.

—That's right. Indeed, nobody believes him.

(But why should I make you believe me?)

"Whom do you trust?!"

Without hesitation, Wu Xiaohui said, "Give it to Du Liu!"

"Give it to him?" Chen Xing turned around abruptly again, staring at Du Liu. "Give it to—you?"

Du Liu nodded. He nodded slowly. Then he sneered. "Not bad. Give it to me!" His hand holding the knife suddenly moved to a horizontal position in front of his chest, the blade behind his wrist, the tip pointing at Chen Xing. "—But this isn't my intention. It's everyone's intention. You may not trust me, you may entrust it to anyone else, but it must never be in your hands!"

"Don't—provoke—me!" Chen Xing emphasized.

“But this is the only path you can take!” Du Liu sneered.

The murderous aura was palpable.