Chapter 171 – The White Moonlight Is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 69
“Yu!”
“You really are a monster!”
The two spoke at the same time.
Being called a monster, Shuang Yu raised an eyebrow and revealed a chilling smile. “Want to play with a monster? The kind of game where you might just lose your life if you’re not careful.”
As his voice fell, his figure abruptly vanished.
Tian Yue’s entire body tensed up as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
Shuang Yu’s figure suddenly appeared behind him.
He reacted quickly, throwing a punch at once.
The latter gave a provocative smile and waved his hand.
His body was instantly sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
Large beads of sweat trickled down Tian Yue’s forehead.
Only then did he realize what kind of opponent he was facing.
Unfortunately, the realization came too late.
Shuang Yu slowly walked over to him, looking down from his superior height, and spoke with indifference.
“Who the fuck gave you permission to touch my man!”
As his voice fell, Tian Yue’s body was lifted into the air.
His limbs were seized by an invisible force and twisted violently in different directions.
“Ah—”
A blood-curdling scream tore through the sky.
With his limbs completely twisted and deformed, Tian Yue fainted from the excruciating pain.
Jingmo, who had been watching dumbfounded from the side, stared with wide eyes. After a long moment, he finally exclaimed, “Yu, so cool!”
The next second, Shuang Yu rapped him sharply on the head.
“Yu!”
The Yandere Little Biscuit instantly turned harmless, clutching his head with reddened, teary eyes as he looked at him pitifully.
“Feeling bold now, are we? You drugged me?”
Shuang Yu cursed through gritted teeth.
“Yu… I’m hurt… It hurts so much…”
The Yandere Little Biscuit, who could kill a bull with one punch, clutched his bleeding abdomen and, like a frail Lin Daiyu, instantly fell backward.
Thud—
His beloved Yu, showing no pity, did not catch his sturdy body, instead letting him fall into the poppy field.
“It hurts so much… Yu… Won’t you please take care of me?”
Jingmo fully demonstrated the principle that as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, others would be. He continued to lie on the ground, playing the innocent rabbit.
Shuang Yu sighed softly, ultimately unable to resist his clumsy acting.
Crouching down, he quickly cast a spell, his hand covering the gunshot wound on Jingmo’s abdomen.
Amidst the blood, a bullet floated out, and the wound healed at an astonishing rate.
“Yu, I knew you cared about me…”
Jingmo flashed a brilliant smile, sitting up and burying his head in Shuang Yu’s chest, hugging his narrow waist tightly in a spoiled manner.
Shuang Yu’s brow was tightly furrowed as he looked at the stilt house engulfed in raging flames not far away.
“Wait for me here.”
He lowered his head and ruffled Jingmo’s hair before his figure vanished in an instant.
Jingmo wasn’t worried about his Yu getting into trouble at all. He limped over to the unconscious Tian Yue, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and silenced him without hesitation.
No one could know Yu’s secret!
After dealing with Tian Yue, he lazily lay back on the ground, gazing at the azure sky.
His mind wandered freely, thinking that once this was all over, he would definitely travel the world with Yu!
Inside the stilt house, Gu Qiyan, who had been strangled into a half-conscious state, woke up to find himself surrounded by a raging inferno.
He cursed incessantly, gritting his teeth as he picked up the gun from the floor. He glanced at the scorched window not far away, took a deep breath, and prepared to risk it all by jumping.
“You can’t get out!”
Shuang Yu’s overly cold voice rang out.
The latter froze on the spot as if he had seen a ghost.
Amidst the flames, Shuang Yu walked slowly toward him, treading on the fire.
The ferocious flames couldn’t harm him in the slightest, making him look like a Soul-Reaping Emissary from hell!
It was at this moment that Gu Qiyan was certain: this man was not the Si Shuangyu he knew!
“Monster, what have you done to my Xiao Yu!”
His eyes burning with rage, he roared madly, gripping the pistol and pulling the trigger at Shuang Yu.
The deafening sound of gunshots rang out as the magazine emptied, but the bullets passed through Shuang Yu’s body and melted into the inferno.
Gu Qiyan’s face turned deathly pale as he panted heavily, his scarlet eyes filled with a fearless madness.
He had nothing left. This person had killed his Xiao Yu. Even in death, he would drag him down with him!
“Weren’t you the one who killed Tan Fuyang?”
Shuang Yu stepped through the flames, walking toward him step by step, enunciating each word in an extremely cold voice.
Tan Fuyang?
Who was that?!
Gu Qiyan’s eyes filled with confusion.
With a snap of his fingers, the altered memories began to resurface.
His lover wasn’t named Si Shuangyu!
His lover was named Tan Fuyang!
His face instantly turned ghastly pale. Gu Qiyan let out a wail and collapsed to the ground.
“Are you curious where he is? Do you want to see him?”
Looking down at him, Shuang Yu’s lips curled slightly. As he spoke with a faint smile, he touched his finger to Gu Qiyan’s forehead.
The memories of his past life surged into Gu Qiyan’s mind like a tidal wave.
His head felt like it was splitting open, and he wailed, clutching his head.
What appeared in his mind was an ending completely different from this life.
He had pressed a pistol to Tan Fuyang’s head, personally ending his lover’s life.
“I know you love me, so I’ll be the one to send you on your final journey. Don’t blame me, A-Yang. I’m sorry… I love you.”
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“A-Yang… A-Yang… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
He clutched his head and wept bitterly, repenting over and over again.
Belated affection is more worthless than weeds.
What was the use of saying sorry now?
The person who had loved him with his entire being had died by his gun long ago, becoming a Vicious Ghost filled with resentment!
“I’m begging you, let me see A-Yang. I was wrong, I was wrong…”
Gu Qiyan hugged Shuang Yu’s ankle, kowtowing repeatedly.
The dull thuds echoed endlessly as blood streamed from his forehead.
There was neither joy nor sorrow in Shuang Yu’s eyes as he let out a soft sigh.
“Xiao Ai, as a powerful system, you should be omnipotent, right?”
He silently asked Xiao Ai.
Sensing something ominous, Xiao Ai trembled all over.
[No, no, no, I’m just an incompetent system. I can’t do anything but run my mouth…]
“I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you with this report.”
Shuang Yu pretended not to hear its excuses, a meaningful smile on his face.
After screwing me over so many times, you’ll have to pay it back sooner or later…
He closed his eyes and began chanting an incantation.
The Spirit Bead began to tremble, and moments later, a wave of sinister coldness rapidly swept through the stilt house engulfed in flames.
“Yu!”
Jingmo, who was waiting for Si Shuangyu in the poppy field, suddenly saw a pillar of dark energy erupt from the stilt house.
He shuddered and limped toward the burning building.
“Roar—”
The Vicious Ghost within the Spirit Bead was released. Amidst the raging fire, a massive, twisted black shadow suddenly lunged at Gu Qiyan.
Gu Qiyan was terrified, his face pale. He wanted to flee, but his body felt as if it were nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.
The black shadow gradually solidified, and the face of Tan Fuyang’s Vicious Ghost was finally revealed.
He was still wearing the same drenched black suit from when he died, a huge bloody hole in his forehead. His face was a horrifying blue-black, covered in hideous, terrifying livor mortis.
His long hair flew out, grabbing Gu Qiyan’s legs as he tried to back away, and lifted him up to face him.
“Are you afraid of me, A Yan?”
The Fierce Ghost gave a brilliant smile, black, filthy blood constantly seeping from his gaping maw, yet his voice was so gentle and lingering.
Gu Qiyan was already too frightened to speak.