Chapter 483 - 370: They’re All Bad People (2)
They’re Demons!
They’re all Demons!
This man before him, his former brother, was a Demon who helped the wicked!
Kill the Demon!
Kill the Demon!
The voice inside him grew steadily stronger, stripping away all of Fang Yang’s restraint.
"Fang Yang, are you crazy! If you beat him to death, how are we supposed to get out! Fang Yang, let go! You’re going to kill him!"
Xue’er tried to stop him, but a punch was her only answer.
The punch sent her staggering backward. She collapsed to the ground, her head ringing.
Blood flowed from her nose.
Wen Ying didn’t intervene at all, not until Cheng Shuo passed out.
Fang Yang radiated a savage aura. He looked up at Wen Ying, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred. "Doctor Wen, can I save Xiao Fang?"
For the first time, a trace of sorrow appeared in Wen Ying’s eyes. She shook her head. "It’s too late. She suffered too much abuse. I’m afraid she won’t make it. But retribution will come for that family."
Fang Yang collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, his entire body drenched in what could have been sweat or tears.
"Fang Yang, do you think you’re a good person?"
Faced with Wen Ying’s sudden question, Fang Yang seemed to have given up all resistance.
"No, I’m a bad person."
"Doctor Wen, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. We shouldn’t have threatened you. But that’s nothing... All of us deserve to die. You don’t have to protect us, don’t have to save us. This is our retribution! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Fang Yang’s laughter turned into sobs, making it impossible to tell if he was laughing or crying.
But he was right. This was indeed retribution.
Their retribution was here, and it was here that their lives would end.
Wen Ying said nothing more, took Kong Jian’s hand, and left.
Her nose still throbbing, Xue’er came to her senses and looked at Fang Yang. "What the hell do you think you’re doing!"
Fang Yang looked at Xue’er, his expression calm, yet with an inexplicable madness simmering beneath the surface. "Nothing. Just quietly waiting for retribution to arrive."
"If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!"
"Xue’er? Hahaha, are you really Xue’er? Oh, Xue’er, don’t you think you deserve to die? Why bother struggling? You caused your own sister’s death, have you never felt a moment of guilt? I could never figure out why, out of everyone in that group, only the three of us were brought here. Now I get it. This is heaven’s answer. It’s taking our lives as repayment for our sins! Oh, Xue’er, stop struggling. It’s useless. We’re destined to die here."
"You psycho! You lunatic!"
Of course Xue’er wasn’t resigned to this. She had struggled so hard to survive until today; on what grounds should she just give up and die!
She just hadn’t expected this man to be so useless, becoming suicidal all because of a woman. How pathetic!
What a waste of their alliance!
She hadn’t been the one to betray it; it was them who were no longer willing to fight for survival!
All she wanted was to live!
Even if more people had to die!
Watching Xue’er leave, Fang Yang felt nothing. Since he was doomed to die anyway, he might as well let the woman do as she pleased.
’Let it be the final struggle and glory of her life.’
Lying on the ground, Fang Yang suddenly remembered the people he used to bully.
One of them had even jumped off a building. At the time, he’d thought it was their own fault—they couldn’t handle the pressure, so they chose to die. It had nothing to do with him.
But now, he felt he was to blame for everything.
’Could it be? Was Xiao Fang’s suffering also a result of all the wicked things I’ve done?’
’Did I cause her death?’
’Was Xiao Fang paying for my sins?’
*
"Liger, has everyone who comes in here done a lot of bad things?"
Kong Jian asked thoughtfully, thinking of the three people from before. None of them were good people.
’But Liger hasn’t.’
"Maybe some of them have, but that’s not always the case. I’m still not clear on what pattern the mist uses to select people. Or perhaps there is no pattern at all."
’Little White and Kong Jian are so kind, yet they ended up here too.’
’So it seems there really is no pattern.’
’These damn things... sooner or later, I’m going to destroy every last one of them!’
When Wen Ying saw Little White, he was sitting in a chair, smiling foolishly.
When Kong Jian saw Little White, he ran over quickly. "Da Guo! We finally found you!"
He reached out and grabbed Little White’s arm, but Little White didn’t respond, instead flinging him away.
Kong Jian didn’t dare to retaliate and looked at Liger, feeling uneasy.
Wen Ying frowned. ’What’s wrong with Little White?’
Entering the room, the temperature was a few degrees lower than outside. Looking at Little White again, the Taishi Chair he was sitting on was rather old.