"Ah!"
Wang Yang jumped in fright. All four women had died under his hammer.
He stumbled back several steps, rubbing his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.
The four women were staring at him, their gazes fixed.
They hadn't moved, just staring at him eerily.
"Damn it!" Wang Yang shouted, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
With every step he took back, the heads of the four women slowly turned towards him.
The more he looked, the more uneasy he became. He couldn't bear to look any longer and turned to run down the corridor.
Reaching the corridor, he gripped the handrail tightly and turned to look behind him.
He found that the four women sitting on the bench had vanished.
He quickly climbed to the third floor, entered the room, and locked the door securely, as well as the windows.
Feeling parched, he went to the water dispenser, filled a cup, and gulped it down.
As soon as he drank, he tasted ač „å³. He lowered the cup and saw that it was full of blood.
"Ah!" Wang Yang immediately threw the cup down.
Grabbing the cleaver, he hacked desperately at the water dispenser.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He chopped a large gash into the water dispenser, and water flowed out from the opening in the barrel.
Wang Yang curled into a ball, hiding in the corner and watching, his hand tightly gripping the cleaver.
He felt a chill down his back, as if something was pressing against him.
He quickly looked back and saw that he wasn't against the wall, but against someone's back.
Their backs were pressed tightly together.
Looking up, he saw that a large chunk was missing from the back of this person's head, and blood flowed continuously from the opening.
It was just like the water gushing from the gash he had made in the water dispenser barrel.
"Ah!" Wang Yang quickly got up and hacked desperately with the cleaver.
The cleaver passed through, unable to hit the person.
The person slowly turned around, and her face was actually made up of the faces of the four women.
Wang Jiahui, Li Muran, Zhou Handong, and Ma Lanjuan.
The four faces were filled with gloom, staring directly at him.
Wang Yang's scalp tingled, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. In his panic, he kept backing away, his body hitting the wardrobe.
Seeing that it was still drifting towards him, Wang Yang desperately gripped the cleaver and wildly hacked forward.
"Damn you, damn you! Get lost! Don't come near me! Fuck!"
"Hehehehe..." one face let out the laughter of four people.
Then it advanced step by step, pressing in on Wang Yang.
No matter how he hacked, the cleaver couldn't hit it.
His nerves were stretched to the breaking point.
With a scream, he threw the cleaver.
He covered his head and ran frantically towards the door.
Running downstairs, Wang Yang quickly looked back and saw it floating behind him, smiling sinisterly, "Don't you like following behind us?"
Wang Yang kept shouting madly, "Get lost! Get lost!"
Many passersby saw Wang Yang holding his head and shouting frantically, and they quickly moved to the side of the road, looking at him as if he were a madman.
"Get lost, stop following me, get lost!"
Wang Yang roared hysterically.
Suddenly, he felt a bright light shining on him, and all he heard was a sinister chuckle. When the chuckle disappeared.
He looked to his left and realized he had run into the middle of the road.
The lights of a large truck shone on him, and the piercing horn seemed to pierce his eardrums.
Looking again, he saw four women standing side-by-side on the roadside, staring at him. Suddenly, they all smiled.
"Ah!" Wang Yang shouted in panic.
The large truck sped past with a bang.
Zhao Yan sat with Wu Jiaxin at a milk tea shop.
The owner of this shop was quite nice. He said if she could win at "Yang Le Yang," he would give her ten cups of milk tea.
Playing games requires laughter. Playing until past nine o'clock at night, laugh your grandmother!
At such a young age, it almost gave her high blood pressure.
"Sister Zhao, so many people are gathered over there," Wang Jiaxin said to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan put down her phone, walked out of the shop, and looked at the area ahead.
Indeed, there were quite a few people gathered at the intersection a few hundred meters ahead.
Seeing the ferocity disappear from Wu Jiaxin's face, she understood what was happening.
The extremely fierce talisman had taken effect.
"Let's go." Zhao Yan patted Wu Jiaxin's shoulder, got on the electric bike, and took Wu Jiaxin towards the intersection ahead.
Arriving at the intersection, Zhao Yan got off the electric bike, pulled Wu Jiaxin's arm, and squeezed through the crowd.
The aunties pointed ahead and discussed animatedly.
Listening to the aunties, Zhao Yan understood what had happened.
A man had been shouting "ah ah ah" madly, ignoring the passersby's pleas, and walked straight into the middle of the road, standing there motionlessly.
The truck driver tried desperately to explain to the traffic police: "I don't know what happened. My brakes suddenly stopped working. No matter how hard I stepped on them, they wouldn't engage."
"After I hit that person, the brakes started working again. I swear, I've been driving for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered such a strange thing."
Zhao Yan looked ahead and saw Wang Yang lying in a pool of blood, his mouth full of blood. She nodded with satisfaction.
Retribution had arrived.
However, being run over and killed by a large truck was too good for him.
Wang Yang was still barely alive. He saw a familiar person enter his vision.
He raised his hand and pointed at Wu Jiaxin.
Seeing Wu Jiaxin show him a "good riddance" expression, the last bit of his strength gave out.
"Let's go, Jiaxin," Zhao Yan said, patting Wu Jiaxin's shoulder.
Wu Jiaxin stood still. After watching Wang Yang die, she finally turned around.
She hugged Zhao Yan.
"Thank you, Sister Zhao, thank you!" Wang Jiaxin sobbed.
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised her hand and patted Wu Jiaxin's back.
"Let's go back."
"Okay." Wu Jiaxin nodded.
Riding the electric bike, she took Wu Jiaxin back to the shop.
She pushed the electric bike into the shop.
Wu Jiaxin thanked her many times along the way.
Back in the shop, Wu Jiahui thanked her profusely.
Wu Jiahui whispered something in her ear.
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you sure?"
Wu Jiahui nodded.
"Jiaxin, your sister is leaving tonight. Do you have anything you want to say to your sister?" Zhao Yan said to Wu Jiaxin.
Wu Jiahui stood beside her with a smile.
Wu Jiaxin was instantly stunned, and unable to hold back, she squatted on the ground and sobbed, "I still have so much to say. Sister, can you stay a little longer?"
"Sister Zhao, please give me a Yin-Yang Talisman."
Zhao Yan gave a soft "Mm" and was about to take out the Yin-Yang Talisman.
Before she could take it out, Wu Jiahui shook her head at her and whispered something in her ear.
Zhao Yan immediately understood: "Your sister wants you to stop crying. If you see her, she's afraid you'll break down even more."
"Your sister wants to tell you that she loves you very, very much and wants to spend her whole life with you, watching you get married and be happy."
"She also wants to know if you can smile one more time."
Wu Jiaxin quickly raised her hand, wiped away her tears, and managed a smile.
Suddenly, she felt herself being embraced, a warmth enveloping her, and a familiar voice reached her ears.
"Xinxin, sister loves you."