The extreme fear of losing her along with the daily agony of not finding her in his dreams all dissipated with her one call for help.
"You villain, go to hell!"
A hoarse, aged voice rang out, and Xiao Yu instinctively shielded Su Miaoyan, tumbling down from the wheelchair.
"Ah!"
Su Miaoyan cried out in pain as she was crushed beneath him.
Xiao Yu quickly soothed her as he held her, "Yan'er, don't be afraid, I've got you."
"Yihan, it hurts..."
Su Miaoyan's vision blurred more and more, but it felt as if thousands of knives were writhing in her head at the same time, shattering her skull into pieces.
"It's you." Xiao Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze sharp and blood-thirsty.
The old man before him was none other than the village chief.
And behind him followed two middle-aged men.
At one glance, it was obvious that they were all from that very village.
They were supposed to have been silenced by him!
Yet they were still alive!
