Deep Breath
"Ding-dong ding-dong dong-dong..."
Zhou Wenye stood in front of the toilet, listening to the sound of his own urination and the still slightly pinkish toilet water, his face contorted in pain.
Half of it was because of the stinging pain from the old injury on my lower abdomen when I defecated, and the other half was because of... hatred!
Hatred is the root cause of all this!
Although Ruan Wen had personally gone to kill the high school student who had injured him, Zhou Wenye's resentment had not lessened much!
He still hated them, hated those people at the Black Killing Boxing Gym!
This group of people are the ones he truly wants to take revenge on!
"Black Kill..."
Zhou Wenye shuddered, pulled up his pants, and turned around to wash his hands at the sink with a gloomy expression.
"Whoosh--"
The water from the tap was flowing freely, and Zhou Wenye's eyes flickered in the mirror.
He had previously wanted to take revenge on the Black Killing Boxing Gym, Ruan Wen demanded 20 million from him. He didn't want to pay that money, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
But now the situation is different.
If everything goes smoothly for his father, Zhou Hongtu, and he can indeed invite a sorcerer to Qingsha as a tribute, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to wipe out the Black Killing Style Clan?
"I've heard that sorcerers have all sorts of methods, and there's a kind of Curse Arts that can even make others obey their every command..."
"How about we train that bitch Sulai into a female dog? Then, in front of Su Tai, Sha Lie, and all the Black Killing Style disciples... hehe..."
Zhou Wenye came up with a few good ideas and couldn't help but smile wickedly.
The disappearance of the stinging sensation from urinary urgency, along with some fantasies about the future, slightly improved Zhou Wenye's gloomy mood.
He gently splashed cold water on his cheeks, then turned off the tap and habitually started fixing his hair in front of the mirror.
Just then, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a figure walked out like the wind, went straight to a sink next to Zhou Wenye, turned on the tap and began to wash his hands.
Zhou Wenye glanced at the other person coldly, said nothing, and continued to fiddle with a few strands of hair on his forehead as if no one else was there.
The two people in the restroom were focused on washing their hands and fiddling with their hair, not exchanging a word. It was unusually quiet, with only the sound of running water.
Two seconds later, Zhou Wenye's hand suddenly stopped moving in front of the mirror.
Wrong!
He suddenly realized.
--This is his house!! It's not some public restroom outside!
He owns all the rooms on the second floor of the villa, so where did this stranger come from who's sharing a bathroom with him?!
"You..."
Zhou Wenye turned around abruptly, before he could even utter his question...
"Bang!!!"
An incredibly powerful knee strike landed heavily on his lower abdomen!
Zhou Wenye's eyeballs bulged out of their sockets instantly, and his upper body involuntarily bent, like a curled-up shrimp... In less than a second, an unprecedented pain shot through his lower body, engulfing his entire body.
This blow was far more severe than the one a month ago. This time, Zhou Wenye was hit in the lower abdomen by the knee, and he felt his already somewhat ruptured bladder burst completely. At the same time, something else even more important burst out!
In an instant, Zhou Wenye's tears, snot, and saliva streamed down his face, and his body even began to spasm.
A pair of strong, powerful arms, with a strange sense of familiarity, promptly and steadily supported him.
The person in front of him supported him, put their mouth close to his ear, and kept comforting and reminding him. "Take a deep breath, hiss--huff--hiss--huff--... It's normal to feel dizzy."
This isn't your first time; you should have experience...
Zhou Wenye was in so much pain that he almost fainted and felt like vomiting. He felt that the voice that kept talking in his ear was very familiar, but he unconsciously followed the other person's instructions.
The pain lessened slightly, and the person gently placed him on the ground.
Zhou Wenye lay convulsing on the bathroom floor tiles, struggling to lift his head, when a figure he never expected came into view.
"It's... you?!"
Zhou Wenye stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.
The person before him was tall and slender. Although he had made some disguises, Zhou Wenye recognized him at a glance. The other party was none other than the boy who had defeated him in the Black Killing Style's formal disciple assessment a month ago!
Victory!
Why him?!
Didn't Ruan Wen go and kill him himself?!
Why is he still alive? Why is he here? And why did he even dare to attack me a second time?!
Countless question marks and exclamation marks flashed wildly in Zhou Wenye's mind.
"Yes, it's me."
Seeing that he had been recognized, Cheng Sheng simply took off his mask and looked calmly at Zhou Wenye at his feet.
Immediately afterwards, he took out some pre-prepared duct tape from his pocket, walked up, and quickly tied Zhou Wenye's mouth, hands, and feet together.
"Waaaaah..."
Zhou Wenye lay on the ground, struggling and convulsing.
Cheng Sheng ignored him, pulled out a small knife, and then, to Zhou Wenye's horrified gaze, slashed him across the chest!
Zhou Wenye rolled his eyes reflexively, and the wound on his chest was instantly soaked, causing blood to flow out.
Cheng Sheng grabbed a toothbrush cup and placed it underneath to catch the blood, then dipped his finger in the thick blood plasma and began drawing directly on the tiled floor beneath his feet.
Just Cheng Sheng made his first stroke, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway outside the room.
"Rustle--"
The sound resembled the friction of car wheels rolling over a carpet, likely coming from a cleaning maid passing by.
Cheng Sheng's fingers paused, and Zhou Wenye, lying on the ground, struggled frantically despite the excruciating pain, his eyes gleaming with hope.
Soon, the sound faded, the light in Zhou Wenye's eyes disappeared, and Cheng Sheng's face remained expressionless as his fingers continued to fly across the tiles...
Time passed second by second, and the Dark Sacrifice's ritual array was more than half completed.
Footsteps sounded outside the door again, this time much more hurried than before.
"Quickly, find out which room the young master is in..."
"Young Master, it's a phone call from Panma from the Master!"
Zhou Wenye on the ground was overjoyed, writhing wildly like a maggot. Cheng Sheng listened to the footsteps gradually dissipating outside the door, his eyes flickered for a moment, and finally... he raised his hand and erased the magic circle that was already half-drawn.
"Never mind..."
Although I had mentally rehearsed the whole process many times before actually starting, plans can't keep up with changes, and there are too many things that I can't control.
"You're lucky."
Cheng Sheng turned to look at Zhou Wenye, who was standing to the side, as if he wanted to let the other party go.
A hint of smugness and resentment flashed across Zhou Wenye's face, which was contorted with pain.
However, in the next instant, a large hand suddenly pressed hard against his mouth, which was tightly wrapped with layers of tape.
Zhou Wenye was taken aback, before he could react to what the other party wanted to do, a deep voice sounded in his ear again, "Take a deep breath, try to relax..."
"Puff--!"
Zhou Wenye shuddered violently and looked down at his chest in disbelief.
But by then, Cheng Sheng had already pulled the dagger that had been plunged straight into his heart.
Cheng Sheng quickly wiped the blood-stained knife on Zhou Wenye's clothes, then stood up and turned to leave.
Inside the bathroom, Zhou Wenye's body slumped limply. In his increasingly blurred vision, a figure nimbly leaped into an air conditioning vent in the ceiling that had been turned on, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the dark, deep ductwork...
Five minutes later, chaos erupted in the villa as two black cars sped out of the gate, as if something major had happened.