Send You to Hell

Zhao Ke had something on his mind and didn't notice who was behind him. When someone suddenly patted his shoulder, he reacted without turning around, throwing an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Ah!!"

A scream rang out. A white skirt flew past Zhao Ke, as if time had frozen. Pairs of eyes stared at the woman soaring through the air.

Her pristine white skirt hung suspended, her messy black hair danced wildly, a touch of unrestrained freedom in the disarray, like a fairy.

"Bang... clang..."

A loud crash echoed. Everyone instinctively closed their eyes. When they looked again, the woman lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, her hair disheveled. She reached out and flailed in the air a few times before curling into a ball. She hadn't uttered a single word the entire time, clearly having taken a hard fall.

"You!"

Zhao Ke froze when he saw the woman clearly. He was surprised and quickly stepped forward to help her up. Fortunately, his reaction had been purely instinctive, and he hadn't used his full strength.

Otherwise, with his current strength, the woman on the ground would be either crippled or dead. Even so, this fall was no joke.

Zhao Ke helped the woman up. She hadn't regained consciousness yet, but her lustrous black hair, paired with a face as white as sheep fat and exquisite features, made many onlookers' hearts ache.

Such a goddess, treated so violently. Some people couldn't hold back and started berating Zhao Ke.

"Are you crazy? Hitting a woman? Yes, I'm talking to you. Where are you putting your hands? Let go." A middle-aged man, nearly forty, wearing shorts and a tank top, stepped forward.

Although he was scolding Zhao Ke, his eyes were fixed on the woman's chest in Zhao Ke's arms. A lecherous glance, recalling the glimpse of pink lace, made his lower abdomen burn.

Seeing that the woman in Zhao Ke's arms seemed to have fainted, Fan Jian's eyes lit up. A predatory glint appeared in his lecherous gaze, and he stepped forward, saying:

"Young people these days, have no morals at all. Truly... Miss, did that hurt? Are you alright? Don't stay on the ground, get up quickly."

As Fan Jian reached out to pull her, Zhao Ke frowned. He pulled the woman closer into his embrace, twisted his body, and used himself to block Fan Jian's hand. He shot the middle-aged man a cold glance and said sternly, "Get lost!"

Zhao Ke knew exactly how much force he had used. The woman in his arms was merely dazed and would recover after a short rest; she didn't need anyone's help.

"You!"

Fan Jian's expression changed. Zhao Ke's sharp gaze made him uneasy. He took a step back into the crowd and shouted, "Acting like a pervert and being so arrogant, utterly shameless! Everyone, come quickly! He's acting like a pervert!" Some people, not knowing the truth, believed Fan Jian and thought someone was harassing the woman. More and more people gathered, their condemnation growing louder. All sorts of vulgar insults were hurled, and some couldn't wait any longer and moved to pull Zhao Ke away.

The surroundings immediately descended into chaos. Many people, men and women alike, surrounded them, jeering and mocking, blaming Zhao Ke for holding the woman, calling it harassment.

Some even took out their phones to record videos. The chaotic noise and accusations made Zhao Ke increasingly impatient.

Fan Jian, in particular, stood aside, afraid to step forward, hiding in the crowd and continuously cursing, inciting the mob.

"Yes, that's him! Harassing someone in public, and still holding onto her! This kind of person deserves to be beaten to death."

Zhao Ke turned and stared at the middle-aged man for a long time. His sinister gaze made the man's skin crawl. He couldn't explain why, but he felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

"Ow!"

Just then, the woman in Zhao Ke's arms gradually woke up. She rubbed her head and looked around, startled. Her professional instincts kicked in, and she immediately shielded Zhao Ke with her hands.

"What are you guys doing?"

The woman's reaction caught everyone off guard. She continued, "Haven't you ever seen a couple arguing? What are you looking at? Disperse!"

"Uh..."

Hearing that they were a couple, the few people who had intended to help suddenly looked embarrassed. They had meant well, but now they were caught in an awkward position.

"Pfft, showing off affection in the middle of the street, dying too quickly, are we?"

Seeing that there was no more drama to witness, Fan Jian cursed under his breath and quickly melted back into the crowd.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the crowd disperse, the woman took Zhao Ke's hand and walked away. They stopped after walking a considerable distance from the restaurant. She rubbed her head and said, "You hit me too hard."

Zhao Ke glanced at the injury on her head, saw that it wasn't serious, and his expression darkened. He turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey! You hit me so hard, and I even helped you out of that mess. Aren't you even going to apologize?"

"Don't ever pat me on the shoulder from behind again."

Zhao Ke paused, his steps halting, and said without looking back. He hated people appearing behind him, and even more, he hated people patting his shoulder.

"Then don't leave! How's your condition? Last time I told you, sleeping in a coffin seemed to be working, right?"

The woman quickly caught up. She didn't seem angry at Zhao Ke for hitting her; instead, she was more concerned about his condition.

This woman was a psychiatrist named Wang Na, a well-known expert in mental health in the area. Zhao Ke's idea of sleeping in a coffin had been her suggestion.

However, he had only gone to see her a few times. After his condition stabilized, he stopped going.

He hadn't expected to run into her here today and cause such a big misunderstanding.

"So many people were criticizing you just now, and you didn't have an episode. It looks like your condition has indeed improved. How about this, let's schedule a time for me to confirm the diagnosis?"

"No!"

Zhao Ke refused outright. It wasn't because of the high treatment fees, but because he couldn't stand being observed like a lab rat.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Just leave me your address, and I'll come find you when I have time."

Despite Zhao Ke's cold refusal, Wang Na didn't seem to give up. She pestered him for his address.

Zhao Ke, unable to resist her persistence, finally gave her the address of his restaurant before bidding her farewell.

"Heavenly King covers the earth, Jade Emperor..."

Humming a little tune, Fan Jian walked out of the market entrance. Before leaving, he couldn't resist snagging two cucumbers from a vegetable stall and started eating them with relish.

Thinking back to the noodle shop just now, how everyone had responded to his call, Fan Jian couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He felt an overwhelming sense of self-importance, planning to write about the incident and post it on his Weibo later.

But then, his thoughts shifted. Recalling those fair, tender, long legs and a flash of pink lace, Fan Jian felt a tickle in his heart and silently cursed, "Tsk, slut. A perfectly good cabbage, and she had to go let a pig root her."

As Fan Jian walked, he suddenly spotted corn growing in a nearby field. His eyes lit up. Glancing around and seeing no one, he tiptoed into the field and casually picked two ears of corn. When he turned around, he saw someone standing right behind him.

"You!"

Fan Jian's eyes widened, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Just as he was about to shout for help, the newcomer suddenly grabbed his throat. Their fingers clamped down on Fan Jian's throat like iron pincers, constricting his chest and making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Slander and provocation, you deserve to go to Tongue-Pulling Hell!"

As the voice fell, the hand gripping Fan Jian's throat moved swiftly upwards, prying open his mouth. In the other hand, a dark dagger had appeared at some point.

Chik!

After a rustling sound in the cornfield, silence quickly descended. Not long after, a motorcycle was seen speeding away along the small path.

In the dense cornfield, only a pool of blood and a few broken pieces of corn were left behind. Nothing else remained.