Chapter 120: Ming Tan Seeks His Own Death

Ming Tan ran down Song Mountain early in the morning. He remembered clearly that in the manga, this was the exact moment the original owner redeemed Jin Shaoyu at the Abandoned Factory, causing their feelings to heat up rapidly. Naturally, he could not let this good opportunity slip by.

Perhaps due to the protagonist's innate sixth sense and character attraction, Ming Tan had just reached the bottom of Song Mountain when he saw the guardrail by the road smashed to pieces.

It was practically unobstructed.

He followed the tire tracks toward the wilderness...

Ming Tan saw from afar a black off-road vehicle crashed into the Abandoned Factory. His eyes lit up; he clearly recognized this as Jin Shaoyu's car. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, his back even radiating a hint of joy.

He was the protagonist, after all. As long as he saved Jin Shaoyu, would he have to worry about not gaining his favor?

When the time came, he would be able to leave that dirty, messy Slums, and he wouldn't have to endure people's cold looks at Sike Academy anymore. He could even be like Ling Wu, learning all kinds of musical instruments, enjoying the envious gazes of others, and being liked by everyone.

Ming Tan smelled the blood permeating the air, but he didn't think much of it, only assuming it was the blood Jin Shaoyu shed after the car accident.

He stood by the car window, but there was no one inside: "Where is he?"

"How could he have disappeared?"

Ming Tan looked left and right, peering into the pitch-black factory. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it were some kind of warning. He hesitated, but in the end, he lifted his legs and walked inside.

And the entrance to the Abandoned Factory was like the gaping maw of a monster, swallowing Ming Tan's tiny silhouette...

At the same time.

Ling Wu's hand rose and the blade fell; corpses lay helter-skelter at his feet. He stepped over this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, walking toward the leader of the criminal gang who had been stabbed several times.

"Ugh..."

This man's legs were covered in knife wounds so deep the bone was visible. He collapsed on the ground, completely unable to resist. The muscles in his calves twitched. Ling Wu's figure was reflected in his eyes, and when his gaze touched those two soft blades, his pupils flickered.

It was as if Ling Wu were a malevolent ghost or monster.

"Don't..."

"Don't come over!"

"The person in the car might not be dead yet, you should be the bigger person and let bygones be bygones... spare me..."

Ling Wu calmly sheathed one of the blades. He looked at the man on the ground like a dead dog, using the tip of his shoe to ruthlessly grind into the man's wound, slowly rotating it with force, trampling that patch of flesh until it was a mangled mess.

He had long since killed until his eyes were red; now his nerves were taut, on the verge of collapse.

"Ahhh... ahhh, ugh... it hurts!"

"Please let me go!"

"I beg you."

Ling Wu bent down slightly, wiping the blood from his hands onto the man's clothes. The blood between his fingers slid down onto his forearm. He wiped it a few times and grew bored, pulled a cigarette from the Cigarette Case in his pocket, bit it between his lips, and lit it with a lighter. Only then did his rapid breathing gradually become regular.

The youth then slowly answered the man's previous words: "If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze."

The criminal gang leader, face full of pain, promised and guaranteed: "I won't! I won't, I'll keep my mouth shut, ugh... keep my mouth shut."

"Absolutely... absolutely won't say a single word about this to anyone!"

The factory was silent.

After a long while, a cold laugh came: "Heh."

Ling Wu curled his slender finger and flicked the ash onto the man's face, his thin lips curling slightly: "Only the dead can keep their mouths shut."

The blade light held high by the youth carved deeply into his soul, pronouncing his death sentence.

Ming Tan crouched behind a wooden frame, seeing the corpses all over the ground. His back trembled, his face deathly pale. He covered his mouth tightly, not allowing himself to make a single sound. Smelling the pungent scent of blood, he saw through a gap that terrifying back standing in the center of the corpses. A bright blade light flashed, accompanied by the whimpering sounds of a dying struggle.

The last person was dead too.

His heart beat like a drum, his blood running backward through his body. He knelt on the ground, even the tops of his thighs trembling slightly.

【Run! Ming Tan, the supporting male character is crazy! If he knows you're here, you'll be silenced too!】

【Don't talk nonsense, Ming Tan has the Protagonist Halo, how could he die!】

【It's a matter of life and death, stop talking about your Protagonist Halo. That's a Protagonist Halo, not something that turns you into a god. When you meet someone this ruthless, run!】

【Damn it... Ming Tan is the stupidest one.】

【So many people died, such a strong smell of blood, can't you smell it, Ming Tan? Damn, this really shows me the diversity of biological life.】

【Forget it, with your IQ, you'll definitely fall while running, you'd better not move...】

【I really don't get it, Jin Shaoyu was taking the supporting male character down the mountain to the hospital, why did Ming Tan go down the mountain? It's not time for the school bus yet, right? How did he get down?】

【How did Ming Tan find the Abandoned Factory so accurately? And that snake the supporting male character found last night—Jin Shaoyu's car was fine when he drove it to Song Mountain, but the brakes failed on the way down? Are you kidding me?】

【To the one above, it could only be someone on the mountain who tampered with it. Family... this is terrifying. My Shaoyu's car accident, could it be that you, Ming Tan, that lowlife, had a hand in it!】

【Ming Tan, what are you doing with the potion?!】

Ming Tan stood up tremblingly, saw the side door of the factory, and moved slowly toward the entrance while clinging to the wooden frame, then accidentally tripped over a wooden board.

Ling Wu turned his head sharply: "Who?!"

【999999】

【A talent!】

【Damn it, are you kidding me? Does your so-called protagonist have a decade-old cerebral thrombosis or cerebellar atrophy?】

【The prophet above, the one who said he'd fall while running, watch out for the werewolf killing you.】

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Sweat dripped from Ming Tan's forehead, cold sweat soaking his back. He turned his head and saw a scene he would never forget: the youth standing on corpses turned around, fine hair covering his smooth forehead, the blood on his face breathtaking. He held a cigarette between his fingers with lazy exhaustion, the other hand holding a sharp long blade. Sunlight passing through the ventilation duct happened to form a triangular area of light and shadow, falling onto that person's face, and the skin around his eyes lit up accordingly.

That face... it was actually Ling Wu!