She watched the road with intensity, her voice faint, “No one visits a temple without a cause. Su Ran has never interacted with my sister before, and suddenly she wants to rehearse lines—it’s like a weasel paying a New Year’s visit to a chicken, she’s definitely up to no good. And when she talked to my sister, she kept glancing at Yuan Feng. The two of them looked shifty and are certainly not holding in any good farts.”
Speaking of this, she had a headache, “I didn’t expect her to be so naive. In just one week, she’s starting to trust Su Ran. During this week, I managed to fit a tracker into the necklace she always wears, thinking it was just a precaution. I didn’t expect she would really fall into the trap.”
Da Shachun: “…”
Standing in Jiang Nanshu’s shoes was the right choice.
Because she herself isn’t someone who easily trusts others, and it even takes a lot to gain her trust. She is very sensitive to the good and bad in human nature. But Jiang Leyi is different; the environment she grew up in is different. She’s always been surrounded by love, so she is relatively kinder and isn’t so full of twists and turns.
Children unloved like Jiang Nanshu.
They were indeed rare.
Her journey was tough, fraught with difficulty.
“I thought you didn’t like her, but I didn’t expect you to actually go look for her.”
“As it stands, it’s still a human life, and she hasn’t done anything wrong. She shouldn’t die satisfying those people’s evil desires. Having chosen to protect her from the start, I must see it through to the end. Let her learn a lesson this time; next time, she won’t be so unguarded,” Jiang Nanshu replied.
The car drove deeper into seclusion, surrounded by forests, without another vehicle in sight, let alone people.
Now completely leaving Port City behind, she had arrived in the desolate outskirts.
The other car was still moving, with no intention of stopping.
Until midnight, when the car had traveled a hundred kilometers from Port City and finally stopped.
Jiang Nanshu drove faster, so at this point, she was only ten miles away from the vehicle.
She parked her car in a concealed spot once it could go no further.
There were drag marks from a suitcase on the ground.
Jiang Nanshu shone her flashlight and saw faint red bloodstains, collecting in a small pit.
Da Shachun let out a piercing scream: “No way? Has she already been killed? Host, you’re too late!”
It took her half an hour just to borrow a car. Maybe she really had arrived too late after all the rushing around.
Jiang Nanshu, in a raincoat, stood in the pouring rain. Her almond eyes were like pools of dense ink in the night. She suddenly laughed, “If I’m too late, there’s nothing to be done now. I’ll just have to send them to accompany her.”
She went back to the car and found a large wrench, weighing it in her hand before hooking it onto her raincoat’s belt—an especially strapped belt to facilitate easy movement.
Pulling her hood tighter, Jiang Nanshu followed the tracks left by the suitcase.
“Brother Jiang, what do we do with this woman? Should we just dismember her and throw her body in the wilderness? She’s bled so much on the way here, she’s probably only hanging on to her last breath, right?” a tense male voice asked.
His words lacked confidence as he sought the opinion of the man beside him.
The man next to him was not tall, wearing a headlamp on his hat. He had opened the suitcase, inside which Jiang Leyi lay in a bizarre position.
She had a fresh wound on her wrist, washed pale by the rain, and her face was ashen white. She had fully sunk into unconsciousness, left here uncared for. By the next day, she would naturally die.
Their orders from above were simple: just deal with her using any method necessary, to ensure she wouldn’t return alive.
This was easy.
Furthermore, the heavy rain tonight had basically washed away their tracks.
But seeing Jiang Leyi’s chest still faintly rising and falling, he was somewhat uneasy. Squinting, he said, “Go get the big machete from the car.”
“Alright, this place gives me the creeps. Once this job’s done, I’m going to have a good sleep at home, hehe,” he said before darting into the forest.
After waiting five minutes, the man grew impatient.
Hearing a noise behind him, he cursed, “Damn it, what took you so long? Let’s finish this early and be done with it, damn.”
“Plurch, he’s not coming back, now it’s your turn.”
The crisp voice of a woman sounded from behind.
The man turned his head in panic and saw a girl around nineteen or twenty years old, dressed in a camo raincoat. The light from her headlamp created a sinister and terrifying effect as it shone on her face through the curtain of rain. Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second when she saw him, then immediately gleamed with excitement. The blood-stained wrench by her side was washed by the rain and blurred into a small pool on the ground before quickly disappearing.
The man took a step back, “You, you…”
He felt that Jiang Nanshu seemed somewhat familiar but couldn’t remember, “Have we met before?”
As soon as Jiang Nanshu saw him, all the beatings, humiliations, and abuses from the original world surged forward.
This was her father, at least nominally.
Different world, same face, still as sleazy and disgusting.
Jiang Nanshu approached with the wrench in hand, her gaze ice-cold, “We’ve never met, so this will be our last meeting, Jiang Hongfa.”
Jiang Hongfa shuddered, “You, how do you know my name, who are you?”
Seeing her slowly close in, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t let her live.
Just a little girl, what should he be afraid of?
So he charged at her, spewing threats, “Since you’ve come, leave your life behind. One or two, it makes no difference. It’s all the same to me.”
Jiang Nanshu sidestepped to grab his shoulder, kicking his lower body and flipping him face-down into the muddy ground.
“Ah!” he cried out in pain.
Jiang Nanshu swung the wrench down on his arm.
“Ah!!!”
His screams grew even more piercing.
“It really is all the same to me. One or two, hitting them’s hitting them, three’s the same,” Jiang Nanshu’s voice was clear and pleasant, but it sounded like a devil’s whisper in Jiang Hongfa’s ears.
He didn’t even know this girl, and suddenly she was beating him to death.
His mind lingered on Jiang Nanshu’s sinister yet gorgeous face.
Pain dragged his rationality back, and memories that didn’t belong to him flooded his mind. Suddenly, he flipped over in terror, scrambling backward, “Jiang, Jiang Nanshu? No, no, you’re Jiang Daya, Daya, you can’t kill me, I don’t want to be burned alive; it hurts, it hurts. I won’t sell you again, I’ll never sell you again…”
Jiang Nanshu’s raised wrench suddenly halted.
She looked at the man, who had suddenly lost his senses.
She almost wanted to laugh.
She thought that the resemblance was just a coincidence between two worlds, but no one told her they would regain their memories of the original world.
That made it even more necessary for him not to live.
“Ah!”
The man fainted from sheer terror before Jiang Nanshu’s wrench even touched him.
She pursed her lips in boredom, dragging out Yuan Feng who had been following them and Jiang Hongfa’s group who had gone back to retrieve the weapon.
They were not dead, just unconscious.
Jiang Nanshu was silent for a long time, looking toward the pale, vulnerable Jiang Leyi, her lips pressed tight as she raised the wrench, just as it was about to strike their heads.
A gentle voice suddenly rang out from behind, quite unexpectedly, “Wait a moment.”
Jiang Nanshu’s action paused just in time, and she turned around irritably, her eyes blazing with wrath.
As her gaze fell on the newcomer, the wrench slipped uncontrollably from her grasp onto the wet ground.
Jiang Nanshu stared blankly at the face that was familiar down to her bones.
She murmured, “Zhou Yanxu?”
The man holding a black umbrella and dressed in a monk’s robe, wearing Buddha beads on his right wrist, slightly lifted the edge of his umbrella to reveal his gentle and handsome features, “It’s me.”
He paused, then added, “Do you recognize me?”