It was the first time I had ever seen someone stab himself in the eye.
Nearly two-thirds of the blade had gone in. Just looking at it made my own eyes ache.
That old man was definitely dead.
The instant Du Yuwei left my body, I collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball.
Just then, Du Ruhai made another move, but he wasn't coming for me. He was going for the old man, who was already possessed.
He pulled a piece of yellow cloth from the old man's pocket, hurriedly yanked the knife out of his eye, and wrapped the cloth around his head, covering both eyes.
The old man suddenly began struggling, but the gasps coming from his mouth were a woman's.
Du Ruhai locked his throat in a tight grip from behind and sneered. "You're not getting away. Now that you're back, don't even think about leaving again. He's waiting for you. He's waiting for you!"
My heart pounded as I watched. Du Ruhai's practiced sequence of movements made it seem as though he had known the old man would be possessed. He wanted to trap Du Yuwei inside the old man's body.
But what exactly did "he's waiting for you" mean? Who was waiting for Du Yuwei?
Wasn't he himself the one who wanted her back most?
Of course I couldn't let Du Yuwei fall back into that den of horrors. I forced myself to my feet and staggered toward Du Ruhai, trying to ram into him.
But I was too weak. Even with the knife wound I'd given him in his shoulder, he still moved freely. He dodged and threw in a kick, sending me flying.
Furious and helpless, I scrambled up and lunged at him. I couldn't beat him, but I could bite him.