Chapter 54 Please Kill Me

Hearing Jiao Tailang's voice, Weng Qing's grip on the knife loosened, and the large blade fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The ferocious expression slowly returned to normal. After killing Li Maoshen, this woman had finally made a clean break with her past self.

Turning around and looking at the young face, Weng Qing's eyes almost overflowed with emotion. After a long while, her lips, as red as if painted with blood, trembled, "Thank you, Tailang."

In fact, her initial plan was to have Tailang hide in the bedroom, but she didn't expect this idiot to use himself as bait to lure Li Maoshen.

This was something Weng Qing hadn't anticipated.

Compared to Li Maoshen's sweet-talking mouth, the man in front of her was endearingly foolish.

He promised to get justice for her and make Li Maoshen atone for what he had done, and he really did it.

"Qing-jie..." Jiao Tailang leaned against the wall, "The person who hurt you has already paid the price. You need to move on from the past."

"Don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang looked at Weng Qing, saying in a pleading tone, "Qing-jie is the best person." He paused awkwardly for a moment, then revealed a bright smile: "You will definitely meet someone better."

The last sentence made Weng Qing's expression change slightly.

In an instant, she appeared in front of Jiao Tailang, who was now leaning against the wall, his body tilting forward slightly.

He was holding his abdomen with one hand, his expression smiling, but his shoulders were trembling uncontrollably, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"Drip."

Weng Qing watched as a drop of bright red blood flowed from between Jiao Tailang's fingers and fell to the ground, like a sword piercing her eyes.

Soon, the blood formed a stream.

Pulling Jiao Tailang's hand away, Weng Qing saw a shocking sight. A huge wound almost cut through Jiao Tailang's body.

It happened when he hugged Li Maoshen.

Weng Qing's eyes immediately turned red, "Tailang." Weng Qing used both hands to cover Jiao Tailang's wound, but the bright red blood gushed out as if it were free, and she couldn't stop it no matter what she did.

Life was slipping away like sand through her fingers.

But the most helpless thing was knowing this and being unable to change it.

Jiao Tailang was already quite pale, and the massive blood loss made his face even paler. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to the ground.

The crimson red stained the ground beneath him, and it was even a little slippery to step on.

Weng Qing was at a loss. She was just a ghost, not a god. There were many things she could do, and she possessed strength that ordinary people didn't have, but now she couldn't do anything.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to move Jiao Tailang's body to make him more comfortable, but the hand she reached out was grabbed by Jiao Tailang.

The latter shook his head weakly, indicating that she didn't need to. Blood foam溢出 from the corner of his mouth, his head rested against the wall, but the look in his eyes as he looked at Weng Qing was still warm.

"Qing...Qing-jie." Jiao Tailang tried his best to force a good-looking smile. Weng Qing held his hand, her fingers trembling, "After I die, I'll become one of those things, right?"

Tears welled up in Weng Qing's eyes, but they didn't fall, "No, Tailang, you will...you will stay here forever, and I will be with you."

"But I'll become a new Guaitan (supernatural urban legend)..." Jiao Tailang looked at the wall on the side, as if he could see through it to Building 3 behind the wall.

"Qing-jie, they've had a hard time getting this far, I don't want...don't want to cause them trouble even after I die."

Weng Qing's eyes flickered, and she immediately understood what this man wanted to do, "Tailang..."

"Qing-jie, I know you must have a way, right?" Jiao Tailang interrupted her with a smile, then struggled to get up and hugged Weng Qing tightly.

"Please, kill me before I turn into a Guaitan (supernatural urban legend)." He hugged Weng Qing's body tightly, feeling that last bit of softness, "Please."

...

"You...you don't come any closer!" Fatty shouted loudly, looking very fierce.

Wei Jinting's gaze swept up and down Fatty's body, his butterfly knife flipping up and down so fast that Fatty couldn't even see it clearly.

He now had a rough idea of the gap between himself and the man in front of him.

"Move out of the way now," Wei Jinting said slowly, "and I might consider not killing you."

Fatty glanced back at the door of 808, then swallowed, his body unmoving, his neck turning back, and asked in a low voice, "Can we change the condition?"

"No."

"It's not that I won't let you in, it's just..." Fatty's eyes suddenly became concerned, "It's too dangerous inside. I'm mainly worried about your safety."

"Think about it. You're an orphan. If something happens to you, there won't even be anyone to collect your body. How embarrassing."

Tilting his head, Wei Jinting stared at Fatty, making the latter feel like he was choosing which part of him to cut the meat from.

"I've changed my mind," Wei Jinting said indifferently, "Anyway, Hao Shuai is going to die too, so I'll stay outside and play with you, okay?"

Hearing this, Fatty's legs went weak, and he almost cried, "No, no, no, I'm not fun at all."

Grinning, Wei Jinting wiped the last bit of blood off the blade on his sleeve, then took a step towards Fatty, "Whether it's fun or not, you have to wait until after you've played to be qualified to draw a conclusion."

He walked very slowly, but his aura overwhelmed Fatty by more than just a little.

It was obvious that Fatty wanted to turn around and run, but behind him was the door to room 808. If this madman got in, the doctor would probably die even if he didn't die.

Making up his mind, Fatty decided to fight Wei Jinting.

At least in terms of physique, he still had a great advantage.

"If you're a man, let's fight one-on-one." Fatty shouted loudly, very imposing. Just standing there, he could block a large swath of light.

"Don't use a knife. Let's solve the problem in a manly way." Fatty said, showing off a fist that was even bigger than a sandbag, waving it and saying, "Let you taste my power."

Unexpectedly...

Wei Jinting smiled, threw away the butterfly knife in his hand, and nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he pointed to his broken arm, "I'll give you one arm, and my right leg is broken too. You want to..." He moved his neck, "Seize the opportunity."

"Damn it!" Fatty looked behind Wei Jinting, his body involuntarily shaking.

Wei Jinting immediately turned around, but behind him, apart from a woman lying face down in the corner, the corridor was empty.

A strong wind came from behind his head. Fatty looked big and clumsy, but only when he moved did you realize that his movements were agile in a way that was completely disproportionate to his physique.

Just when Fatty was pleasantly surprised to find that his fist was about to hit his opponent, Wei Jinting tilted his head slightly, dodged, and then turned around and chopped Fatty on the neck with a palm.

With a "thump," Fatty fell to the ground.

The huge body twitched twice, and finally, like the woman not far away, stopped moving.