Save him? Or sit back and watch the fight?
This is a question.
Neither of these two seemed like good people, and it was unclear if there was any enmity between them.
‘If I don’t save him, what if Zhao Changfa kills Chen Qing and then comes after me?’ Zuo Si pondered, while Chen Qing was already rushing towards him, looking frantic and terrified.
‘Could Zhao Changfa really be that terrifying?’ Zuo Si remained on guard, wary of Chen Qing attacking him.
At that moment, Gu Yiyi suddenly moved, running towards Zhao Changfa, “Grandpa, Grandpa, where did you go just now?”
“Yiyi, run!” Zhao Changfa’s deep voice echoed, but it was already too late.
Chen Qing had lunged at the pitiful Gu Yiyi.
At this moment, the only ones closest to Gu Yiyi were Zuo Si and Lin Zihao.
Lin Zihao was completely paralyzed with fear and wouldn’t make a move. Thus, only Zuo Si could save her.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Zuo Si handed the selfie stick to Lin Zihao and dashed forward, blocking Chen Qing’s path.
Although he had been wary of everyone he encountered tonight, he felt a certain fondness for Gu Yiyi. Every time he saw her, it brought a comforting feeling to his heart. Seeing her in danger now, he couldn’t just stand by.
Zuo Si positioned himself protectively in front of Gu Yiyi, refusing to budge.
Chen Qing roared, “Get out of the way! If I don’t use this girl as a hostage, we’ll all die!”
“But you can’t harm the innocent!”
“Will you move or not?!” Chen Qing’s gaze was vicious; if Zuo Si continued to obstruct him, he might take him down as well.
“Chen Qing! If you dare to lay a finger on Yiyi, I will not let you off!” Zhao Changfa’s deep voice rang out, suggesting he knew Chen Qing.
“Even if I don’t touch her, can you really spare me?” Chen Qing shot him a menacing glance. He then turned to Zuo Si and shouted, “Are you going to let me pass or not?!”
From his expression, it was clear he was about to act out of desperation.
Zuo Si quickly replied, “Don’t be anxious, I’ve already seen the bodies in the house. I will help you take down Zhao Changfa!”
“Really?!” Chen Qing looked at Zuo Si with excitement.
“Really!” Zuo Si nodded, leading the way as he slowly approached Zhao Changfa.
“Just you two?” Zhao Changfa scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain, showing no fear, the blade of his knife glinting coldly.
When they were only five steps away, Zuo Si suddenly raised the dagger in his hand. But instead of stabbing Zhao Changfa, he abruptly turned and plunged it into Chen Qing!
Thud!
The dagger pierced into Chen Qing’s right shoulder. However, no blood spilled, and Chen Qing’s expression was merely one of slight surprise.
Zuo Si did this not because he wanted to help Zhao Changfa, but because he had a gut feeling that Chen Qing posed a greater threat to him!
From the very beginning, Chen Qing had claimed he couldn’t see Zhao Changfa, then told that twisted story, and finally aimed to eliminate Ge Shan, the ‘evil spirit.’ Chen Qing had been trying to gain Zuo Si’s trust all along. His intentions were clear: he wanted Zuo Si to help him take down Zhao Changfa.
Such crude schemes were far too obvious. How could they possibly deceive Zuo Si’s eyes?
Chen Qing calmly glanced at his right shoulder before giving Zuo Si a sinister smile. His form began to lose solidity, becoming almost translucent, exuding a chilling black mist.
The temperature around them plummeted.
Zuo Si forced himself to remain calm, pulling out the dagger to stab again, but Chen Qing did not dodge. Although the dagger struck him, it felt as if it had sunk into air, passing right through his entire arm.
“I originally wanted you to live a little longer, but you insist on seeking death now.”
A chilling wind howled as Zuo Si was kicked away, collapsing to the ground. The dagger fell to the side, and the sensation of being assaulted by the dark energy was extremely uncomfortable.
Turning to look at Zhao Changfa, he found him standing by, merely watching the spectacle.
Zuo Si didn’t plead with him, knowing that asking such a twisted person for help was futile. He slowly stood up and rushed towards Chen Qing again, his speed incredibly fast, unleashing all the strength in his body.
“Hahaha! Seeking death!!” Chen Qing’s body was enveloped in a dark aura, and in his eyes, Zuo Si was nothing more than an ant, toying with him at will. Still, there was no attempt to dodge; Chen Qing wanted to instill despair in Zuo Si. He wanted Zuo Si to understand that no matter how hard he tried, he could not harm him. He wanted Zuo Si to die slowly in despair.
But this time, he was wrong—terribly wrong.
The weapon in Zuo Si’s hand pierced through his chest, and he instantly felt a pain that tore at his very soul!
“Ah!!!” Chen Qing screamed in agony, his face contorting into a terrifying mask, quickly retreating. He focused on the weapon in Zuo Si’s hand, which turned out to be a scalpel; just a few centimeters of blade, yet it instilled a sense of dread in him. Coupled with the pain he had just experienced, how could he not be afraid?
Zuo Si felt a sense of calm; this scalpel indeed had the effect of restraining ghosts!
He charged at Chen Qing again, but after a fierce struggle, Zuo Si realized he had celebrated too early.
Although this scalpel was effective, it was incredibly difficult for him to get close to Chen Qing; defeating him seemed nearly impossible.
Standing aside, Zhao Changfa’s eyes sparkled with a glimmer of interest the moment he saw the scalpel. When he discovered that the scalpel could indeed harm Chen Qing, he moved, charging forward with a machete. He swung the machete at Chen Qing repeatedly.
Although each strike passed through Chen Qing’s body without causing any harm, Chen Qing was like a chick that had seen an eagle, not daring to resist in the slightest. Trembling, he could only emit helpless wails.
“Give me the scalpel!” Zhao Changfa’s eyes were bloodshot, looking almost insane, as he reached out a hand towards Zuo Si.
After a moment’s thought, Zuo Si tossed the scalpel to him.
Since he wasn’t afraid of the scalpel, he must be human.
‘Even if Zhao Changfa has great stamina, he is just an old man; he shouldn’t be able to defeat me. My primary goal now is to eliminate this evil spirit, Chen Qing!’ Zuo Si had basically confirmed that Chen Qing was the evil spirit of the night; as long as he eliminated him, tonight’s routine task should be perfectly completed.
“Ah…! No… ah!!! Don’t!!” Chen Qing’s wretched screams echoed as his dark aura continued to dissipate.
But Zhao Changfa showed no sympathy; instead, he became even more frenzied in his slaughter. The scalpel fell again and again, and he muttered, “Die die die die die die die! Even killing you ten thousand times won’t quell my hatred!!”
“No!! Ah!!!!” Chen Qing’s form grew fainter, and before long, his soul was scattered, disappearing from this world.
Zhao Changfa, dazed, stood up and picked up the machete again. He lifted his head to look at Zuo Si, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he approached step by step.
“What do you want?!” Zuo Si slowly backed away, having spotted a handy stone, ready to fight Zhao Changfa to the death.
“Grandpa, no…” Gu Yiyi’s delicate voice caused Zhao Changfa to pause, slowly turning to look at her, his gaze softening.
“Grandpa, that brother just saved me; you wouldn’t want to hurt him, would you?” Tears glistened in Gu Yiyi’s eyes, her appearance pitifully endearing.
Clang!
The machete fell from Zhao Changfa’s hand.
Thud!
He knelt before Gu Yiyi, crying out to the heavens.
“Yiyi! Grandpa is sorry!!!”