Chapter 709: Threads of Fate

Listening to the strange sounds, although Yi Zhonghai had heard many and had developed some resistance.

But he was still terrified, especially today, as he was the only one in the small courtyard.

He became even more afraid.

"Yi Zhonghai……come with me………"

Yi Zhonghai, using the moonlight, trembled as he felt for the switch and turned on the light.

Pop……….

The light that should have turned on didn't.

Yi Zhonghai panicked inside.

He trembled and pressed the switch again, but it still didn't light.

"Hahaha…………hahaha……………"

He Daqing's laughter grew louder.

It sounded as if it were right beside his ear.

The fear in Yi Zhonghai's heart began to grow violently.

"He Daqing, I already paid back Sha Zhu's money; we've long settled our accounts……"

"Hahaha………Yi Zhonghai………come with me………"

"Come with me, come with me, come with me……"

Creak… creak… creak…………

A knocking sound came from the window.

Yi Zhonghai turned his head to look……

In the moonlight, beside his windowsill, there was actually a black shadow.

Yi Zhonghai's body instantly stiffened, his heart pounding like a war drum, his body hair standing on end, a surge of heat flowing down his legs……

What… what is that…………

A chill rose from below to above, rushing straight to his forehead, nearly freezing his whole body.

Breathing became extremely difficult……

The black shadow outside the window knocked, seeing no response, began trying to open the window………

Creak creak……

"Yi Zhonghai, come with me……"

Creak creak……

The window began to open little by little.

Every little sound resonated in Yi Zhonghai's heart.

The boiler in the room had gone out sometime ago, and the air was as cold as hell.

Yi Zhonghai watched the black shadow slowly open the window, then begin to crawl inside.

He felt as if his heart were about to jump out of his mouth.

What to do, what to do, why is today different from before?

Could it be because Fang Fang left?

With no outsiders, do they want to harm me?

No, he couldn't just wait for death; Yi Zhonghai struggled to control his spirit, slowly regaining command of his body.

Then he stopped trembling, and instead, using the shadow, he felt his way to the door with some agility.

He didn't even have time to put on his shoes.

The icy ground actually refreshed his spirit.

"Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai……"

The black shadow slowly crawled in, most of its body already inside the house.

Yi Zhonghai calmly warned himself that now, although fear made his movements to open the door very stiff.

but he still slowly opened the bolt.

At the moment the bolt opened, a slight sound occurred.

The shadow paused.

Yi Zhonghai knew it was over; he shoved the door open and sprinted out into the courtyard.

Behind him, the sound rang out again……

"Hahaha, I found you……"

The immense fear caused this eighty- or ninety-year-old old man to burst forth with ability far beyond that of an ordinary person.

He rushed to the gate, opened the bolt, and opened the door in one smooth motion……

Afterwards, Yi Zhonghai shot out like a shadow.

Because he was so tense and exerted himself so much, he gasped desperately, even unable to shout a cry for help.

After running a distance, his old bones simply couldn't go on; he slowed his pace, and his body began to stagger again.

He involuntarily glanced back, and that look made his soul flee.

Before his courtyard gate, a white shadow drifted to and fro……

That was clearly an existence that cannot be spoken of.

In an instant, Yi Zhonghai was filled with immense fear.

Before, he only heard the sounds; now he saw them.

Now he couldn't care about anything else; he continued to run desperately.

If you can't run, walk; if you can't walk, shuffle.

Tonight is unusually quiet.

Under the moonlight, shadows flicker and gleam.

Yi Zhonghai grew dazed again, seeing everything as shadows, all like that kind of presence.

Every now and then a night owl's cry sounds especially mournful and terrifying.

After a long while, Yi Zhonghai is now hungry, starving, and cold……

He also suspects gods and ghosts, already a bit mad.

"Um... um……"

"Don't come over……"

"I'm lacking virtue, I'm sorry to you all, please let me go……"

"Old Jia, Dongxu, save me……"

Don't, don't...

In the deep night, there is no other sound, only Yi Zhonghai's weak voice.

He ran for a long time, not knowing where he had ended up.

He dared not stop, as if stopping would get him caught……

He was exhausted, and without realizing it, he stumbled into the territory of a pack of wild dogs.

"Whine… whine… woof woef……"

More than ten wild dogs were startled and began to drive him away.

Yi Zhonghai seemed not to have heard.

He continued deeper into the wild dogs' territory.

"Woof… whine……"

Yi Zhonghai still didn't hear, and even felt his whole body burning, unable to bear it……

He began to take off his cotton pajamas……

Seeing the enemy still flinging things about, the wild dogs

He totally disregarded them.

Who can tolerate this provocation?

Brothers, go, kill this outsider.

The dog pack instantly pounced and knocked the intruder to the ground.

But Yi Zhonghai felt He Daqing kick him down to the ground with a foot.

He also hardened his heart.

"He Daqing, you can't beat me alive, and even dead you won't surpass me; I'll fight you to the end."

He began to counterattack, and fiercely.

Completely unlike the reaction of an eighty- or ninety-year-old.

The dog pack grew a bit wary.

Because this enemy is formidable—seizing them, he kicks, punches, strikes, and bites.

Moreover, he clutches a dog brother and rolls back and forth.

The lead dog prepared to ignore this troublesome presence, but the sweet scent of blood reminded him of food's aroma.

They are wild dogs, naturally alternating between hunger and fullness; their craving for food is ingrained in their bones, especially now, in the cold weather, they need a lot of food to keep warm.

"Food, food, brothers, charge charge charge……"

"If there's food, brother, will you charge?"

"Charge, charge, charge charge charge……"

"Charge charge, charge……"

Yi Zhonghai knocked down a He Daqing, but he didn't expect Old Jia, Dongxu, Jia Zhangshi, Yan Fu Gui……

They all appeared one after another.

They seemed to bear grudges against him; no one helped him, all were aiding He Daqing.

Fists and feet rained on him, and he finally felt a bit of pain.

The feeling of being besieged filled him with extreme despair.

Especially among them were Old Jia and Jia Dongxu……

"Dongxu, it's me, Master……"

"Old Jia, I'm sorry to you, but I have fulfilled my promise……"

"Wife, save me, don't let them take me away……"

"Old lady……"

In a daze, the deaf old lady walked over and spoke.

"Zhonghai, it's time to go; if you don't go now, you'll miss the No. 2 bus……"

Slowly, Yi Zhonghai gave up resistance; his eyes lost their luster, leaving only a grayish white.