Chapter 147

“Thank you for saving me.”

Xiao Yu pulled the thin blanket aside to cover her body and bowed deeply to Lin Qianhuan.

“If it weren’t for you, I might have been nourished by rotting flesh day and night.”

Her fingertips glided over her delicate skin, her eyes filled with disgust.

Luo Pu’s lips trembled, unable to say anything.

“Yu… ah… you…”

His face flushed red, so agitated that he couldn’t even complete a sentence.

Xiao Yu turned to look at him, tears in her eyes, filled with despair and pain.

“A’Pu, how could you harm so many innocent people? Do you know how many children’s corpses are buried beneath this dense forest?”

She gently stroked Luo Pu’s cheek with a trembling hand, “You know I didn’t want this, A’Pu, you know me best. But you still forced these things upon me. Do you know how much I wanted to kill myself to repay the lives of those innocent people?”

Lin Qianhuan released her mental tentacles that had been restraining Luo Pu, allowing the two to embrace tightly.

A low sob came, and Luo Pu seemed like a child in front of the reborn Xiao Yu.

“I know I was wrong, Xiao Yu, I know I was wrong. I’m sorry, I knew you were a kind person, I shouldn’t have imposed my will on you. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

The two were childhood sweethearts, grew up together, and knew each other extremely well.

Song Xiaoyu was a very kind girl. Her family had rescued more than a dozen stray cats and dogs, and she often donated money and goods, doing her best to treat others well.

How could such a kind and beautiful person be willing to use other people’s lives to sustain herself? She would rather die than live so dirty.

But Luo Pu still did it.

“I just wanted you to be with me, I didn’t want you to die. I can’t accept you leaving me!”

He hugged the slender woman in front of him tightly, his tears scalding hot.

Song Xiaoyu gently patted his back as a comfort, “A’Pu, it’s only been less than a month, you’ve lost so much weight and aged a bit. Are you tired?”

Lin Qianhuan looked at Luo Pu’s gray hair, still standing there silently.

This was time for the two of them as husband and wife.

Song Xiaoyu nestled against his neck longingly, her fingertips condensing a slender, straight metal blade.

The blade was sharp, piercing through their bodies that were pressed together, no one could avoid it.

Bright red blood and dark green, foul-smelling blood flowed down together, a mixture of bloody and rotten smells.

“Sleep, A’Pu, sleep. You’re tired, let’s leave together, okay?”

Luo Pu held her tightly, his face full of smiles, without a trace of pain.

“Okay. Xiao Yu, I love you.”

The hand that Song Xiaoyu was clutching the metal blade fell limply, a warm smile still hanging on her lips.

Just like the orange lamp in front of the door.

“I love you too.”

Luo Pu had been holding on alone for too long, his physical and mental strength couldn’t keep up, and soon he was silent.

And Song Xiaoyu had just been baptized by the Spirit Spring water, and did not die immediately, but just sat there blankly, holding Luo Pu’s gradually cooling body tightly.

The room was quiet, and as Luo Pu died, the dense forest outside began to gradually disappear.

“Miss Lin! Miss Lin, where are you?”

Liang Zhaoxi ran over, panting for breath. Without the cover of the jungle, he quickly found this place.

He warily held a steel pipe as he entered the door, he saw the couple embracing tightly on the ground.

“Song Xiaoyu? You’re still alive!”

Liang Zhaoxi was very surprised, discarded the steel pipe in his hand, and ran to her.

“My brother, how is my brother? He was in the same team as you on a mission, but the base leader said he was missing, and you were dead. What exactly is going on?”

Song Xiaoyu’s face was pale, “Liang Anyu? He was killed, just like me.”

“Who? Who killed him? Where exactly is my brother? I want to see him alive or dead, but I searched all around the base and couldn’t find any trace of him.”

“Gu Liansheng.”

These three words hit Liang Zhaoxi’s eardrums heavily, his whole body froze in place.

“Gu… Gu Liansheng?”

Song Xiaoyu gasped in pain, as blood flowed, she gradually began to weaken.

“Yes, it’s Gu Liansheng. A certain part of your brother’s body should have been hidden by this guy in the basement of the warehouse. That’s his proud collection. If you want to know more, I suggest you go and see for yourself. Everything you want to know is naturally there.”

Song Xiaoyu’s vision began to blur, the remaining Spirit Spring water could no longer save her rapidly losing life.

Turning to look at Lin Qianhuan, she forced a smile, and then lost her life.

Their bodies were intertwined, embracing tightly.

Liang Zhaoxi slumped on the ground, his body limp, without the strength to even stand up.

Lin Qianhuan picked up a knife and chopped off Luo Pu’s head, stuffing it into a black plastic bag.

“Let’s go?”

Liang Zhaoxi’s eyes were blurred, his body trembling faintly.

“Xiao Yu, he… was killed by Gu Liansheng? Then, during this time, I was actually loyal to my enemy?”

He propped himself up with his hands with some difficulty, almost fainting.

Lin Qianhuan grabbed his collar and lifted him up with some effort.

“Don’t break down here, whether what she said is true or false, wouldn’t it be better if you go to the basement of the warehouse to see for yourself? If it’s true, then take revenge, if there are grievances, then settle them, breaking down here is useless.”

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