Chapter Eighty-Three: Collapse
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Ling'er was in this dark source and couldn't find an exit, fangs all over the place, there were terrifying sounds everywhere, she covered her ears with her hands, how could the sound pervade, penetrated into her heart and lungs, Ling'er ran forward desperately, just when she just found a ray of light, when she surged with joy, suddenly a big hand stretched out in the darkness and hugged her, Ling'er struggled and waved her hand wildly, but it didn't work, this big hand easily tore her clothes, she turned her head sharply and saw a devil full of fangs opening his bloody mouth and rushing towards her, she closed her eyes in horror, and punched the devil's headγ
Ling'er woke up suddenly, and was covered in a cold sweat, it turned out to be a nightmare, she touched her forehead full of sweat, the fever seemed to have subsided a little, but her face was hot and swollen, her throat was burning and hurting, and she wanted to drink some water.
"Hey......
Suddenly, there was a gloomy laughter, Ling'er's whole body tightened, and she sat up all of a sudden, because she sat violently, her eyes were black for a while, and gradually her vision became clear, she looked around to see no one, and thought that the cup bow snake shadow had heard it wrong, and was just about to go to sleep, at a glance, a very sharp man was sitting on the side of the kang wall, cracking his mouth and revealing his blackened teeth and smiling at himself, Ling'er was frightened again, and used all her strength to support her soft body and crawl like a kang.
Ling'er stretched out her hand and pulled her clothes, only to find that the clothes she had pulled had been untied, she hurriedly picked up her clothes, looked at the man in horror, and saw that he was holding the quilt he had covered, and he was burned, so that people didn't know it when they were close.
The man was about fifty years old, unkempt, his hair seemed to have not been washed for decades, his hair was very long to the shoulders, and each hair was very straight with dirt, like a deliberate hedgehog head, his nose seemed to be a little bleeding, and his clothes were tattered, and he was now leaving his clothes open, revealing his dirty skin, as if he could still see fleas jumping around on him. Ling'er was covered with goosebumps.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Ling'er's voice was like a bullduck's throat, a burning pain in his throat.
"Hey, hey!"
The man was just smiling, nosebleeds dripping from his chirping beard, looking horrible.
"What do I ask you? β
Ling'er's eyes were fixed on him.
"You...... Be...... Daughter-in-law, hit ...... Hit me in the nose. The man stammered, and then crawled towards Ling'er.
"What daughter-in-law?" "Nose, it can't be the punch you made in your dream......! I feel chills in my back just thinking about it.
Ling'er saw him crawling over, and hurriedly jumped off the ground barefoot, when the old woman's voice was remembered outside the door.
"Girl, don't be afraid, that's my son, although my son is a little stupid, but he is still a man, you just need to help our family give birth to a child, you can go, old woman, I am talking. β
Ling'er's footsteps were vain, and she ran quickly to the wooden door, pulling it with her hands, but the door was locked.
"Auntie, please, please let me out, I'm still in school, I'm still a child!"
Ling'er banged on the door hard, but there was no sound outside the door, I don't know if the old woman is gone, or if she doesn't want to take care of herself.
The man also jumped off the ground, took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, staring at Ling'er without moving, and stretched out his arms to her.
"Don't come, don't come...... Help, open the door, auntie!"
Ling'er leaned her back against the door, her pupils dilated, her red and swollen face looked a little terrifying because of fear, completely ignoring her numb hand, she kept banging on the door, she was like a person drowning in water, trying to grab the straw, but she didn't think about how the straw could save herself, it was a straw that brought you hope but filled you with despair.
The figure gradually approached, Ling'er searched around to see if there was anything that could defend herself, and finally saw a kitchen knife on the pot table, she saw the right time, and ran over at once and hurriedly held it in her hand.
"Don't come here, I'll kill you, get out. Ling'er pointed the tip of the knife at the man, but his hands were trembling, and every nerve was tense.
The man, as if he wasn't afraid of knives, smiled and walked straight at her.
"Stand back, don't come. Ling'er stepped back towards the wall and waved the kitchen knife in her hand.
The man got closer and closer, reached out to take the kitchen knife in her hand, Ling'er raised his hand nervously and waved, the knife slashed on the back of his hand, the blood suddenly flowed, the man bared his teeth in pain, and rushed to Ling'er angrily, Ling'er trembled, saw him pounce again, closed his eyes and waved the kitchen knife frantically, the man was injured by the kitchen knife just now, and he was a little afraid for a while.
"Smack!" At this moment, they were kicked away, and a group of people swarmed, and the public security officers instantly subdued the sharp brother.
Ling'er was immersed in her own world, shouting not to come, and still wielding a knife in her hand.
This scene stung everyone present, Lin Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and his steps were stopped by Lu Haoxuan, Luo Yanbin couldn't believe that this was the delicate and smart, clever and smiling Ling'er, who tortured people like this in just a few days, his hair was messy, his cheeks were red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were cracked, his clothes were tattered and dirty, his exposed skin was bruised and bruised, his bare feet were scratched, and he was running desperately on the verge of collapse at this time.
Luo Yanbin's anger churned in his chest, like a boiler that was about to explode due to excessive pressure, his eyes opened angrily, and the green tendons in the corners of his forehead bulged with the whirring breath.
Luo Yanbin's eyes were hot, and he tried his best to suppress his anger and slowly walked towards her.
"Ling'er ......"
Luo Yanbin screamed softly, for fear of scaring her again.
Ling'er was in a state of self-isolation, she didn't hear it at all, and subconsciously waved it to protect herself.
"Ling'er...... It's me. β
"Cousin, don't go over yet, be careful. β
Luo Yanbin was stunned and walked up to her fearlessly. He reached out to grab her hand, but Ling'er's knife slashed his arm, and blood flowed.
"Cousin!"
"Yan Bin!"
Lu Haoxuan and Ouyang Hao spoke in unison, but they were stopped by Luo Yanbin raising his uninjured hand, he frowned, and grabbed Ling'er's hands when she was tired. Pull out the kitchen knife in her hand.
"Let go of me, let go of my ......"
"Ling'er! Ling'er! Open your eyes and see, it's me. Luo Yanbin ignored her bloody arms and shook her arms vigorously.
Ling'er slowly regained her senses in the shaking, and then slowly raised her head.
"Ling'er, I'll take you home. β
Luo Yanbin didn't dare to come out, he held Ling'er's head with his hand, her eyes were full of fear and despair, at this time his deep eyes were full of regret, he was afraid of frightening his Ling'er.
Ling'er's pupils slowly dilated, and she touched his face with trembling hands in disbelief.
"Am I dreaming again......"
She asked in a hoarse voice.
"Ling'er, I'm late, I should die. β
Luo Yanbin took off his coat and draped it on her body, he couldn't hide the pain, and his restless heart for a few days finally turned into tears and slowly fell, dripping on the back of Ling'er's hand, wanting to touch her little face, but worried that it hurt her.
The warm liquid on the back of her hand was telling her that it wasn't a dream.
"Uncle Luo, it's really you, I've been waiting for you for a long, long time, so long that I thought I would never see you again. β
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry...... I'm damned, I'm never going to hurt you again. β
Luo Yanbin groaned, no matter how well he protected, there would be times when he was not thorough, and in the future, he hurt her even more, and he also lost his words.
"It's okay, it's good that you're here, it's okay that I'm still ......"
The tense nerves relaxed, and Ling'er fainted in his arms.