Chapter 24 Memories 1

  "Where's my mom? I'm asking you, where's my mom?" In the dimly lit and damp basement, the young boy was bound hand and foot, his bright eyes carrying a depth that didn't belong to someone of his age.

  He fell to the ground, struggling and glaring viciously at the beautiful woman beside him who was dressed in gold and silver and covered in brand-name logos.

  Behind her stood a tall and sturdy man, they were talking about something in low voices.

  Together with him, this prisoner also concealed it, and it's really not difficult to see the cautiousness of these people.

  Thinking of his mother's possible situation, the boy who had moved to the woman's side at some unknown time quickly raised his still-bound hands and snapped them shut on the sharp tip of the woman's high-heeled shoe.

  "Snap!" The high-heeled shoe broke with a loud noise, and before the woman could react to what was happening, "Ah yo!" she cried out as she thudded to the ground.

  "Ma'am?" The man was startled and hastily raised his hand to assist.

  The woman's forehead throbbed with rage, her silver teeth almost biting through with hatred. She shook off the big man's hand and struggled to her feet by herself.

  The only remaining intact high-heeled shoe fell heavily on his body, with a fierce gust of wind, like a hurricane.

  The woman kicked and scolded: "Bastard, indeed the bastard of that fox spirit, viciously committing adultery with a lowly beast!"

  At some point, the elegant demeanor of that noble lady had vanished without a trace.

  The sharp high-heeled shoes were like sharp arrows, shooting fiercely at the young man's body, his whole body was pierced by a thousand arrows of pain.

  He strained to curl his body into a ball, but this still couldn't conceal the intense pain, which was like a long and relentless winter rain that seemed impossible to end.

  Time has not passed yet, and the abuse is still going on!

  "You're just like that damn vixen of a mother of yours, you're nothing but a cheap tramp. She likes to seduce men, doesn't she? Well, I'll make sure you and her are screwed to death..."

  The woman seemed tired of kicking, waved her hand, and the man who had been silent beside her immediately came over...

  My whole body aches, my joints feel as if they have been smeared with a layer of soft bone paste, and I am completely weak.

  The young man looked at the woman's distorted face, and in his heart, he was so angry that he wished he could turn into a mad dog, so that he could brutally tear apart these people who had hurt him without any regard.

  But it turned out that could only be his own imagination.

  Before long, three or five people with sinister faces, fat heads and big ears, and dry eyes suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

  "This is a special meal prepared just for you, enjoy it well, don't be polite!" The woman smiled slightly, her bright face full of twisted pleasure.

  These were all people she had managed to get out of those shady prisons with great difficulty, and they were all special hobbyists with a single color.

  In order to vent the hatred in her heart, it's not hard to know that this woman has gone crazy to such an extent.

  As the rough and dirty crowd approached, the young man desperately retreated, like a shrimp about to be roasted on an iron plate, struggling in vain.

  "Haha, kid, accept your fate...". The sly-looking man rubbed his hands together, surrounded by a group of three to five people.

  The boy's eyes, tense and fearful, but also helpless with anger, seemed to glare out all his resentment, black as a pool of dead water, yet in their despair and desolation there was something strange and startling.

  Maybe it's fate.Maybe it's just a coincidence.

  At that moment, it was as if a comet had crashed into the earth, and the large iron door of the basement was suddenly violently opened.

  The people in the basement held their breath, and with just one glance at the large iron gate that had flown out, their eyes were fixed on the door frame.

  There, two figures slowly emerged, one tall and one short.

  Obviously just two simple figures, yet evoking a sense of reverence, as if one can only look up to them from afar.

  The slightly taller newcomer had a handsome appearance, his entire body bathed in an aura of majesty, with sharp and venomous glints between his eyebrows.

  That slightly short person, with a face as charming as poppy, smiled with an evil air in his solemn breath, showing off the charm and seductiveness of poppy to the extreme.

  "What a great find!" The men who were pressing down on the boy and tearing at his clothes looked at each other, their eyes revealing filthy intentions.

  The boy at the door slightly furrowed his brow, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling faintly.

  The man quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist, but before he could raise it, a muffled groan came with severe pain from his right hand, and the gun had already fallen to the ground.

  While others had not yet reacted from the laughter of the youth, blood flowers were blooming one by one in front of their eyes.

  "Ah! My eyes......" The men, who had just released the young man they were pinning to the ground, stood up one after another, stumbling and covering their bleeding eyes.

  Blood kept splashing out from between their fingers, and strange flowers occasionally bloomed in the eyes of the still-bound youth.

  The pungent and humid sensation was like a string of pearls breaking, dropping onto his face with a crackling sound, the foul smell constantly corroding every nerve of his.

  He felt his dantian had turned upside down, but having not eaten for two days, his stomach was already empty, let alone vomiting, he couldn't even vomit up bile.

  "You?......" The woman's eyes widened in incredulity, her gaze filled with terror.

  "How did you get out? How did you manage to come back?" She stepped back, trembling with each step, without noticing that her shoes had already fallen off.

  She suddenly went mad and shouted loudly, "Come on, come on!"

  "Madam?" The man came to from his painful injury, stretching out his good left hand to hastily support her.

  "Yan Fei, kill him! You killed him, I'll give you anything!" As if she had grasped a piece of driftwood in the sea, the woman clutched at him, and suddenly his whole being was filled with hope and saw a glimmer of light.

  The tiny dust in the air seemed to have suddenly come to life, cutting this world into pieces without emotion.

  The men around him, like wounded beasts in a bath of blood, wailed incessantly and stumbled about, leaving a trail of devastation wherever they went.

  Two young men, standing in the midst of it all, yet seeming like they're from another world, utterly out of place and extremely calm.

  No sudden gunfire, no bloody slaughter, but the blood flowers in the house bloomed one by one, quietly and dazzlingly, like the bewitching blood-colored mandrake on the banks of Naihe Bridge.

  "Hmm..." After the mournful cries of the crowd, amidst the red flowers scattered all over the ground, the man slowly fell to the ground.

  At that moment, there were stifled hums and gasps for breath. The coarse sounds were strangely quiet, yet suffocating.

  The bound youth lay quietly on the ground with wide eyes, even afraid to breathe too loudly.

  All of this was really beyond his expectation and acceptance range, so he just looked at it like a dead body, motionless.