Chapter 320: Sweet Dreams and Bloody Night

Hearing Zhong Kui's words, Qi Fei felt a chill down his spine. In that case, Yi Luo was ultimately a believer of Xi He. He knew the final outcome of every believer too well.

"Oh no!" He hurriedly chased in the direction where Yi Luo was being escorted.

Behind him was Zhong Kui's cold voice: "No need to chase, her ending is already doomed." This voice was full of a sense of destiny.

Qi Fei didn't believe it and quickened his pace. In the bright sunlight, that slender and graceful back appeared in his line of sight, escorted by two female police officers.

"Yi Luo..." He shouted in his mind, his voice sounding like Wu Xingzhou's.

Everything was inexplicably quiet. Qi Fei could only hear that voice and his own rapid breathing.

That figure was getting closer and closer.

"Yi Luo!" Qi Fei shouted. The girl turned her head, still with a fresh face, as beautiful as the snow mountain goddess. Qi Fei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was worrying unnecessarily.

However, just as his nerves relaxed, this girl in front of him suddenly collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been pulled.

Qi Fei rushed up and hugged her, shouting for help, but the back of his hand felt cold—it was Yi Luo's cold hand.

"No need, it's poison." She said, blood already flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"You..." Qi Fei was at a loss for a moment. Although he and this girl were only passing acquaintances, and although this girl was a murderer, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. "You won't necessarily be sentenced to death in the end, you didn't have to..."

"No, I'm not afraid of punishment." Yi Luo said weakly, her eyes filled with tears. "I just said a lie. After Xingzhou died, I realized that my love for him had long surpassed my hatred for the Wu family. It's all too late; I miss him too much."

The sound of high heels came. Zhong Kui appeared in front of them unhurriedly. She squatted down slowly so she could hear Yi Luo's weak voice.

Yi Luo looked at her and asked earnestly: "Great Immortal, are there really ghosts after death?"

"Yes." Zhong Kui answered firmly.

"Then can I see Xingzhou again?" Yi Luo said, tears streaming down her face, breathing with difficulty, as if every breath was in vain.

Zhong Kui stared at her and replied: "Yes, he said he never hated you. He is waiting for you to go to the other shore together."

Hearing this, Yi Luo couldn't say another word and let out her last breath with a long sigh.

Qi Fei felt his hands holding her sink, as if they were going to drag him into hell.

He cried, a bone-deep sense of sorrow attacking his heart. He looked up at Zhong Kui. Her face was calm, and she chanted a Sanskrit passage Qi Fei couldn't understand: "May you be liberated in reincarnation."

In the darkness, the courtyard without a dog was exceptionally quiet. Zhu Haitang lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Did you hear that? The iron gate of the courtyard seems to have opened." She patted Wu Chongyue, who was sleeping beside her, and said.

"Don't be suspicious, sleep." This selfish man could sleep soundly even after losing his child.

Zhu Haitang felt aggrieved by his indifference and didn't dare to say much more, turning to the other side of the bed. A sweet and greasy fragrance drifted in from the crack of the door, drilling straight into her nasal cavity.

"Hmm? Where does the floral fragrance come from in winter?" She muttered, and her body was slapped heavily by Wu Chongyue's large palm.

"Are you annoying? Sleep!" He scolded.

Strange to say, Zhu Haitang, who had been suffering from insomnia for several days, actually yawned at this moment.

Her eyelids closed heavily, and in her dream, she returned to that simple town hospital twenty years ago. She was lying on the hospital bed, holding that pink and tender baby in her arms.

She looked down at the child's face. It looked like her. Zhu Haitang could be considered a beauty in Sanwu Town, and this child would be too, right?

It turned out that at that time, she didn't only have disgust for this child; it was just that the pressure of carrying on the family line covered her eyes, making her unable to see her love for that child.

Bright sunlight sprinkled into the delivery room of the town hospital with soft light. The next year, she would give birth to a boy here. She and Wu Chongyue would enjoy the treatment of the eldest branch of the clan for the rest of their lives, having both children, and spending their later years in peace.

However, if, there was no if.

A bone-chilling cold woke her from her sweet dream. She didn't know when she had been tied up like a zongzi on a chair, soaked through with cold water. Beside her was Wu Chongyue, who was also tied up, still sleepy and not having reacted to what had happened.

By the moonlight, she saw that in front of her was a handsome and sinister young man, holding a dripping iron bucket—the bucket was used for drawing well water in their courtyard.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"My name is Xi He. It's an honor to meet the eldest branch couple of the Wu family." This young man spoke with unexpected politeness. However, in this situation, his politeness was frightening.

"What do you want to do? Take whatever you have in the house, don't hurt us!" Wu Chongyue, this eldest brother who usually looked tough, actually softened as soon as he came up.

Xi He grinned, revealing white teeth: "I have already introduced myself, how can I be embarrassed to take your money again?"

Wu Chongyue was completely awake now. He understood—this person reporting his name meant he didn't intend to leave any living souls.

"I don't know you!" Wu Chongyue looked at Xi He's face carefully while desperately searching for clues in his mind, hoping to find a clue to save his life.

"Of course, I have never met you before."

"Since that's the case, why are you messing with us?!"

"Simply because..." Xi He threw away the iron bucket in his hand. The sound of the bucket hitting the ground was exceptionally harsh in this quiet night. However, in this place where there was no village in front and no shop behind, this little movement couldn't let anyone hear it.

Xi He looked around with satisfaction: "You chose this place to build a house just to prevent people from discovering that you swapped the children, right? There are many people and eyes in Sanwu Town; who knows who would discover some clues?"

"You, you came for this matter? You are..." Wu Chongyue panicked, struggling desperately, but the rope became tighter the more he struggled. He was like a fat worm falling into a spider's trap, with no way out.

"Don't guess. I have nothing to do with you. I simply hate you. I have a problem, which is that once I hate someone, I have to kill them." As he spoke, he had already taken out a small knife, the sharp blade flashing with cold light in the moonlight...

The sky brightened, and Wu Chongyue's residence was still dead silent.

Dried blood crawled over the entire room like withered vines. Wu Chongyue and Zhu Haitang were stabbed beyond recognition and stiffened on the chairs.

Everyone who rushed to the scene was shocked and speechless.

This scene, Qi Fei felt familiar...