Xiao Tou’s face flashed with shame and anger, and he shouted while evading backward.
“You, don’t come closer! If you come closer, I’ll call the police!”
“Stay away from me!”
“Get away, don’t touch me!”
Bai Lixin couldn’t bear to watch and got up to grab Xiao Tou, attempting to pull him behind himself.
However, things didn’t go as planned. Bai Lixin watched helplessly as his hand passed through Xiao Tou’s body, unable to do anything.
While yelling, Xiao Tou’s voice took on a different tone, becoming sharp and high-pitched.
He glared fiercely at these people, like an unwilling beast, a fierce light in his eyes.
Someone lunged at him.
Just as he was about to pounce on him, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Tou pulled out a sharp dagger from somewhere and thrust it towards that person.
The man was unprepared and had his neck directly slashed by Xiao Tou.
In that instant, the unexpected happened. The man covered his neck in disbelief, blood oozing through his fingers.
Xiao Tou’s eyes were now reddened. His trembling hands tightly gripped the dagger, staring intensely at the people across from him.
Bai Lixin glanced at the person whose throat had been cut.
Blood was gushing out like a fountain. A major artery had been severed. Even if he was taken to the operating room, he couldn’t be saved.
Covering the wound, he stumbled towards the door. When he reached the door, he tried to pull it open, but the room door seemed welded shut, refusing to budge.
Fear finally appeared in the man’s eyes. And he opened his mouth to scream and pounded on the door.
He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to shout for help, but couldn’t produce any sound.
He didn’t make any sound until he lay limply on the ground.
The man who had malicious intentions toward Xiao Tou moments ago now lay lifeless on the ground, dead.
The man’s death occurred within a minute.
The group of people in the room seemed stunned, staring blankly at the man who had gone from being alive just now to withering.
Only when the man completely lay down did someone react.
“He killed someone!”
“He actually killed someone!”
“Are you crazy? You will go to jail if you kill someone!”
Xiao Tou’s hand gripping the knife tensed. He was like a wild beast facing enemies alone, and every hair on his body was standing on end.
“Don’t you deserve to go to jail for what you’ve done to me?!”
“Don’t come closer, or I won’t be polite with you!”
Bai Lixin was somewhat surprised, and looked at Xiao Tou with astonishment.
Whether it was from Xiao Tou’s photos, videos, or descriptions from people around him, Bai Lixin had always thought Xiao Tou had a harmless and timid personality, like a white rabbit.
But if this was a replay of the death scene at that time, then this Xiao Tou gave him a different impression.
He wasn’t a weak and defenseless little white rabbit; he was resilient and refused to surrender.
This could be seen from his fierce and resolute eyes.
After the initial shock, the people in the room became restless, and shortly after, like boiling hot water, they began to boil over.
Someone tried to open the door, and when it wouldn’t open, they began kicking it.
But for some reason, the seemingly not very sturdy door wouldn’t budge, no matter how much they kicked it.
Some people were starting to panic.
“Damn it, is there anyone outside? Hurry, open the door! Someone died in here, okay? Call an ambulance!”
“I don’t want to play anymore, I don’t want to participate in the ceremony anymore. Open the door for me, I want to leave!”
But no matter how these people shouted, there was no response from outside.
There was also another group of people who were aroused by Xiao Tou’s resistance, and felt a more intense desire to torment.
They approached Xiao Tou step by step, attempting to vent their anger on him.
Forced to the head of the bed, Xiao Tou glared at the approaching people and continued to curse.
“I can kill another just as I killed the first!”
“You all deserve to die, every one of you!”
“All of you should go to hell!”
He waved the dagger wildly, but how could his hands withstand so many others? In a short while, he was pinned down on the bed, unable to move.
Xiao Tou was like a desperate little beast, roared crazily, “You bastards, go to hell!”
His roar didn’t instill fear in the surrounding people; instead, it aroused their desire to conquer.
Seeing Xiao Tou subdued, Bai Lixin could already guess what would happen next.
Just the night before last, he vividly heard Xiao Tou’s cries from the next room.
He wanted to do something, but he couldn’t do anything at all.
Time couldn’t be reversed, and what had happened was already set in stone.
The scene unfolded before his eyes.
At this moment, Dijia’s warm large hand held Bai Lixin’s head and hid his face in his chest.
The man’s soothing voice sounded in his ears, “Don’t look.”
The next ceremony continued for a long time.
Bai Lixin didn’t quite understand the significance of the third game.
If the first two games involved participation, in the third game, he could only passively witness everything in this room.
The task kept him from leaving this room, and Xiao Tou’s desperate screams, the insults and curses of the men, the sounds of gasping, mocking, slapping – all entered his ears.
“Isn’t he just a whore? Why pretend to be virtuous and chaste?”
“It’s not like you haven’t slept around, I don’t know how many people you’ve been with.”
“ I’ll kill you all today and show you how powerful I am!”
“Hahaha, look at how pathetic he is. He talks tough but his body is honest. Isn’t it great?”
“Fuck, so cool!”
“Let me!”
To say that Bai Lixin was heartbroken, it was not true. After all, he had experienced too many things and had seen extreme evil.
He just felt a little emotional, helpless and lamented for Xiao Tou’s miserable life.
Boys his age were carrying school bags to school, filled with anticipation for the future.
His peers walked in the sunlight, but like a joke, heaven had forgotten Xiao Tou, leaving him in the darkness.
He experienced constant setbacks, and his suffering was like struggling on the thinnest part of the rope, steadily pulling him into the abyss.
Xiao Tou’s voice gradually faded amid the unbearable curses. In those harsh insults, Xiao Tou’s faint voice distinctly reached Bai Lixin’s ears.
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
All words had turned into the most mechanical short phrase, as if only this could vent the shame and despair in his hearts.
The brutality lasted for an unknown duration until a distinct voice pierced through the crowd and rang out.
“Oh, great God of Misfortune!”
Bai Lixin turned his head, searching for the figure in the crowd.
A man in a black cloak had appeared in the corner, holding a pendant in his hand. The pendant’s design was identical to the totem on the black cloth.
The man was completely wrapped in black, and no one could see his face under the cloak.
“Your followers offer you a beautiful bride, and the human seeding is complete. The human sacrifices are ready. Please, great God of Misfortune, savor the most delicious food!”
Bai Lixin stood up and wanted to rush to the cloaked man to see his face.
The light above flickered on and off, and suddenly, the black cloak had disappeared.
A sudden eerie wind swept through the closed room, accompanied by gasps from all at.
Bai Lixin turned to the bed and saw a dense black fog surging from the black cloth.
The fog quickly enveloped Xiao Tou who was barely breathing into its embrace.
The temperature dropped, and a hurricane continued swirling in the room. The hanging ornaments and furniture around were tossed by the wind, colliding with walls and the floor.
In the flickering light, the black fog lifted Xiao Tou, and a voice like a ghost from hell slowly rang out, “I accept.”
The next moment, countless wind blades swirled in the room, stabbing everyone except Xiao Tou.
Tragedy struck in seconds, and some people even died without breaking free from their madness.
Some immediately realized something was wrong and rushed toward the door.
But the door was already locked, rendering their escape futile.
Xiao Tou lay quietly in the arms of the God of Misfortune, watching the terrified fleeing people with cold eyes.
In just a moment, their roles had reversed.
The former hunters became prey, while the prey became a superior spectator.
“He deceived us!” Someone in the crowd roared angrily, “This is not the God of Harvest at all!”
“He fooled us, he planned it all from the beginning, he wanted to feed us to this monster!”
“Scammer, scammer!”
They vented their anger, forgetting that not long ago, they had ignored others’ curses.
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword.
In the face of absolute power, weak humans can only take a beating.
One person fell, two people fell, more and more people fell to the ground.
Blood kept splattering on the surrounding walls, and countless limbs were cut off by the wind blades.
Soon, the ground was covered with corpses. Except for the monster and Xiao Tou on the bed, no living person remained in the room.
It looked like a cutting machine had passed through, leaving behind a gruesome scene.
Xiao Tou silently stared at the scene unfolding before him, showing no trace of fear.
The voice of the God of Misfortune echoed, “Are you afraid, my bride?”
Xiao Tou shook his head mechanically, “No, thank you.”
The God of Misfortune chuckled, “From today, you are my bride.”
As soon as the words fell, a metallic “clink-clink” sound filled the air.
Bai Lixin looked over and saw that the God of Misfortune, who was a dark mass just moments ago, was now adorned with a set of metallic chains.
The chains entwined its entire body, like some kind of restraint.
The pitch-black thick fog in the air twisted slightly and gradually condensed into a vague human figure.
Then it seemed to kiss Xiao Tou’s forehead, before finally disappearing into Xiao Tou’s shadow.
The surroundings were covered in bloodstains.
Only the bed where Xiao Tou lay remained untouched by the blood. He wasn’t afraid. He lay there gazing at the ceiling for a while before getting up, opening the door, and leaving.
Bai Lixin wanted to follow Xiao Tou and see where he went, but he knew he couldn’t.
His third task hadn’t ended yet; he couldn’t leave until 7:30 in the morning.
Shortly after Xiao Tou left, this room filled with severed limbs returned to normal.
Bai Lixin glanced at the time; it was almost 2:00 in the morning, matching what he heard at Moon Bay Hotel two days ago.
Although he didn’t fully participate in this event, he had witnessed the entire process. It would be false to say it didn’t affect him. Bai Lixin stood in the room for a while before exhaling deeply and slowly sitting on the bed. He took off his shoes, lay down in the same position Xiao Tou had been, and closed his eyes.
When Xiao Tou stared at the ceiling, what was he thinking?
Was it revenge?
Or settling a great debt?
Or had he jumped from one pit to another?
After tonight, he finally knew what had happened here.
The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Someone used the guise of the “God of Harvest” to deceive many and gathered them for this ritual.
These pey thought they were benefiting, not realizing they were an indispensable part of the summoning.
They were all just pawns in someone else’s hands.
Who was that cloaked man?
According to this timeline, Xiao Tou, who just left, and Fei Taizong returned to the Fei family.
From this moment, as Aunt Zhang said, the misfortunes began for the Fei family.
From this moment, with the blessing of the God of Misfortune, did Xiao Tou finally start his revenge?
Did he organize that deadly banquet, gathering those who had once humiliated him, and wiped them all out?
Did he feel killing them wouldn’t satisfy him, so he continuously restarted that time period, making those people repeatedly experience the fear of death and being huntex?
Bai Lixin turned over. For what the Fei family did to Xiao Tou, no amount of revenge would be enough.
If that was the case, Xiao Tou should not be dead.
He punished the Fei family, choosing the methods they feared the most.
He made Fei Taizong cut off his own organ, caused Li Manyu to lose her lover, and made Fei Yino kill the person he loved most, plunging him into eternal self-blame.
What a determined and vengeful revenge.
Like a blooming rose.
The bed seemed to lower for a moment; then, a broad arm wrapped around Bai Lixin’s waist from behind, holding him in an embrace.
The man’s voice was filled with concern, “Are you okay?”
Bai Lixin shook his head, “I’m fine.”
The man paused, and then said slowly, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold you tight. This should be over now. If you’re tired, rest.”
Bai Lixin softly murmured, “mmm,” and closed his eyes.
Xiao Tou’s face flashed with shame and anger, and he shouted while evading backward.
“You, don’t come closer! If you come closer, I’ll call the police!”
“Stay away from me!”
“Get away, don’t touch me!”
Bai Lixin couldn’t bear to watch and got up to grab Xiao Tou, attempting to pull him behind himself.
However, things didn’t go as planned. Bai Lixin watched helplessly as his hand passed through Xiao Tou’s body, unable to do anything.
While yelling, Xiao Tou’s voice took on a different tone, becoming sharp and high-pitched.
He glared fiercely at these people, like an unwilling beast, a fierce light in his eyes.
Someone lunged at him.
Just as he was about to pounce on him, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Tou pulled out a sharp dagger from somewhere and thrust it towards that person.
The man was unprepared and had his neck directly slashed by Xiao Tou.
In that instant, the unexpected happened. The man covered his neck in disbelief, blood oozing through his fingers.
Xiao Tou’s eyes were now reddened. His trembling hands tightly gripped the dagger, staring intensely at the people across from him.
Bai Lixin glanced at the person whose throat had been cut.
Blood was gushing out like a fountain. A major artery had been severed. Even if he was taken to the operating room, he couldn’t be saved.
Covering the wound, he stumbled towards the door. When he reached the door, he tried to pull it open, but the room door seemed welded shut, refusing to budge.
Fear finally appeared in the man’s eyes. And he opened his mouth to scream and pounded on the door.
He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to shout for help, but couldn’t produce any sound.
He didn’t make any sound until he lay limply on the ground.
The man who had malicious intentions toward Xiao Tou moments ago now lay lifeless on the ground, dead.
The man’s death occurred within a minute.
The group of people in the room seemed stunned, staring blankly at the man who had gone from being alive just now to withering.
Only when the man completely lay down did someone react.
“He killed someone!”
“He actually killed someone!”
“Are you crazy? You will go to jail if you kill someone!”
Xiao Tou’s hand gripping the knife tensed. He was like a wild beast facing enemies alone, and every hair on his body was standing on end.
“Don’t you deserve to go to jail for what you’ve done to me?!”
“Don’t come closer, or I won’t be polite with you!”
Bai Lixin was somewhat surprised, and looked at Xiao Tou with astonishment.
Whether it was from Xiao Tou’s photos, videos, or descriptions from people around him, Bai Lixin had always thought Xiao Tou had a harmless and timid personality, like a white rabbit.
But if this was a replay of the death scene at that time, then this Xiao Tou gave him a different impression.
He wasn’t a weak and defenseless little white rabbit; he was resilient and refused to surrender.
This could be seen from his fierce and resolute eyes.
After the initial shock, the people in the room became restless, and shortly after, like boiling hot water, they began to boil over.
Someone tried to open the door, and when it wouldn’t open, they began kicking it.
But for some reason, the seemingly not very sturdy door wouldn’t budge, no matter how much they kicked it.
Some people were starting to panic.
“Damn it, is there anyone outside? Hurry, open the door! Someone died in here, okay? Call an ambulance!”
“I don’t want to play anymore, I don’t want to participate in the ceremony anymore. Open the door for me, I want to leave!”
But no matter how these people shouted, there was no response from outside.
There was also another group of people who were aroused by Xiao Tou’s resistance, and felt a more intense desire to torment.
They approached Xiao Tou step by step, attempting to vent their anger on him.
Forced to the head of the bed, Xiao Tou glared at the approaching people and continued to curse.
“I can kill another just as I killed the first!”
“You all deserve to die, every one of you!”
“All of you should go to hell!”
He waved the dagger wildly, but how could his hands withstand so many others? In a short while, he was pinned down on the bed, unable to move.
Xiao Tou was like a desperate little beast, roared crazily, “You bastards, go to hell!”
His roar didn’t instill fear in the surrounding people; instead, it aroused their desire to conquer.
Seeing Xiao Tou subdued, Bai Lixin could already guess what would happen next.
Just the night before last, he vividly heard Xiao Tou’s cries from the next room.
He wanted to do something, but he couldn’t do anything at all.
Time couldn’t be reversed, and what had happened was already set in stone.
The scene unfolded before his eyes.
At this moment, Dijia’s warm large hand held Bai Lixin’s head and hid his face in his chest.
The man’s soothing voice sounded in his ears, “Don’t look.”
The next ceremony continued for a long time.
Bai Lixin didn’t quite understand the significance of the third game.
If the first two games involved participation, in the third game, he could only passively witness everything in this room.
The task kept him from leaving this room, and Xiao Tou’s desperate screams, the insults and curses of the men, the sounds of gasping, mocking, slapping – all entered his ears.
“Isn’t he just a whore? Why pretend to be virtuous and chaste?”
“It’s not like you haven’t slept around, I don’t know how many people you’ve been with.”
“ I’ll kill you all today and show you how powerful I am!”
“Hahaha, look at how pathetic he is. He talks tough but his body is honest. Isn’t it great?”
“Fuck, so cool!”
“Let me!”
To say that Bai Lixin was heartbroken, it was not true. After all, he had experienced too many things and had seen extreme evil.
He just felt a little emotional, helpless and lamented for Xiao Tou’s miserable life.
Boys his age were carrying school bags to school, filled with anticipation for the future.
His peers walked in the sunlight, but like a joke, heaven had forgotten Xiao Tou, leaving him in the darkness.
He experienced constant setbacks, and his suffering was like struggling on the thinnest part of the rope, steadily pulling him into the abyss.
Xiao Tou’s voice gradually faded amid the unbearable curses. In those harsh insults, Xiao Tou’s faint voice distinctly reached Bai Lixin’s ears.
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
“I’ll kill you all.”
All words had turned into the most mechanical short phrase, as if only this could vent the shame and despair in his hearts.
The brutality lasted for an unknown duration until a distinct voice pierced through the crowd and rang out.
“Oh, great God of Misfortune!”
Bai Lixin turned his head, searching for the figure in the crowd.
A man in a black cloak had appeared in the corner, holding a pendant in his hand. The pendant’s design was identical to the totem on the black cloth.
The man was completely wrapped in black, and no one could see his face under the cloak.
“Your followers offer you a beautiful bride, and the human seeding is complete. The human sacrifices are ready. Please, great God of Misfortune, savor the most delicious food!”
Bai Lixin stood up and wanted to rush to the cloaked man to see his face.
The light above flickered on and off, and suddenly, the black cloak had disappeared.
A sudden eerie wind swept through the closed room, accompanied by gasps from all at.
Bai Lixin turned to the bed and saw a dense black fog surging from the black cloth.
The fog quickly enveloped Xiao Tou who was barely breathing into its embrace.
The temperature dropped, and a hurricane continued swirling in the room. The hanging ornaments and furniture around were tossed by the wind, colliding with walls and the floor.
In the flickering light, the black fog lifted Xiao Tou, and a voice like a ghost from hell slowly rang out, “I accept.”
The next moment, countless wind blades swirled in the room, stabbing everyone except Xiao Tou.
Tragedy struck in seconds, and some people even died without breaking free from their madness.
Some immediately realized something was wrong and rushed toward the door.
But the door was already locked, rendering their escape futile.
Xiao Tou lay quietly in the arms of the God of Misfortune, watching the terrified fleeing people with cold eyes.
In just a moment, their roles had reversed.
The former hunters became prey, while the prey became a superior spectator.
“He deceived us!” Someone in the crowd roared angrily, “This is not the God of Harvest at all!”
“He fooled us, he planned it all from the beginning, he wanted to feed us to this monster!”
“Scammer, scammer!”
They vented their anger, forgetting that not long ago, they had ignored others’ curses.
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword.
In the face of absolute power, weak humans can only take a beating.
One person fell, two people fell, more and more people fell to the ground.
Blood kept splattering on the surrounding walls, and countless limbs were cut off by the wind blades.
Soon, the ground was covered with corpses. Except for the monster and Xiao Tou on the bed, no living person remained in the room.
It looked like a cutting machine had passed through, leaving behind a gruesome scene.
Xiao Tou silently stared at the scene unfolding before him, showing no trace of fear.
The voice of the God of Misfortune echoed, “Are you afraid, my bride?”
Xiao Tou shook his head mechanically, “No, thank you.”
The God of Misfortune chuckled, “From today, you are my bride.”
As soon as the words fell, a metallic “clink-clink” sound filled the air.
Bai Lixin looked over and saw that the God of Misfortune, who was a dark mass just moments ago, was now adorned with a set of metallic chains.
The chains entwined its entire body, like some kind of restraint.
The pitch-black thick fog in the air twisted slightly and gradually condensed into a vague human figure.
Then it seemed to kiss Xiao Tou’s forehead, before finally disappearing into Xiao Tou’s shadow.
The surroundings were covered in bloodstains.
Only the bed where Xiao Tou lay remained untouched by the blood. He wasn’t afraid. He lay there gazing at the ceiling for a while before getting up, opening the door, and leaving.
Bai Lixin wanted to follow Xiao Tou and see where he went, but he knew he couldn’t.
His third task hadn’t ended yet; he couldn’t leave until 7:30 in the morning.
Shortly after Xiao Tou left, this room filled with severed limbs returned to normal.
Bai Lixin glanced at the time; it was almost 2:00 in the morning, matching what he heard at Moon Bay Hotel two days ago.
Although he didn’t fully participate in this event, he had witnessed the entire process. It would be false to say it didn’t affect him. Bai Lixin stood in the room for a while before exhaling deeply and slowly sitting on the bed. He took off his shoes, lay down in the same position Xiao Tou had been, and closed his eyes.
When Xiao Tou stared at the ceiling, what was he thinking?
Was it revenge?
Or settling a great debt?
Or had he jumped from one pit to another?
After tonight, he finally knew what had happened here.
The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Someone used the guise of the “God of Harvest” to deceive many and gathered them for this ritual.
These pey thought they were benefiting, not realizing they were an indispensable part of the summoning.
They were all just pawns in someone else’s hands.
Who was that cloaked man?
According to this timeline, Xiao Tou, who just left, and Fei Taizong returned to the Fei family.
From this moment, as Aunt Zhang said, the misfortunes began for the Fei family.
From this moment, with the blessing of the God of Misfortune, did Xiao Tou finally start his revenge?
Did he organize that deadly banquet, gathering those who had once humiliated him, and wiped them all out?
Did he feel killing them wouldn’t satisfy him, so he continuously restarted that time period, making those people repeatedly experience the fear of death and being huntex?
Bai Lixin turned over. For what the Fei family did to Xiao Tou, no amount of revenge would be enough.
If that was the case, Xiao Tou should not be dead.
He punished the Fei family, choosing the methods they feared the most.
He made Fei Taizong cut off his own organ, caused Li Manyu to lose her lover, and made Fei Yino kill the person he loved most, plunging him into eternal self-blame.
What a determined and vengeful revenge.
Like a blooming rose.
The bed seemed to lower for a moment; then, a broad arm wrapped around Bai Lixin’s waist from behind, holding him in an embrace.
The man’s voice was filled with concern, “Are you okay?”
Bai Lixin shook his head, “I’m fine.”
The man paused, and then said slowly, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold you tight. This should be over now. If you’re tired, rest.”
Bai Lixin softly murmured, “mmm,” and closed his eyes.
