Chapter 48: 38

  38、

  Fang Wan raised her head to look, and He Jianhui was pinched on the neck by someone. His two hands tightly grasped the other person's hand, and his feet off the ground were 'dancing' wildly in mid-air.

  That hand, however, was as if cast in iron, and no matter how hard the sword light tried to force it, it couldn't budge a single finger.

  In Fang Wei's impression, He Jianhui's body was not very strong, but it was solid, and he had persisted in strength training for a long time. But now, he didn't have any ability to resist.

  She sprang up, using her hands to support the edge of the passageway, and climbed up with difficulty. She saw that all around were experimental equipment in disarray, old bottles and jars, and even some incomplete skeletons reflecting a faint white glow.

  It turned out that this was the underground warehouse of the trial building.

  Then she saw the person who was holding He Jianhui, wearing a ferocious mask, not very tall but extremely sturdy, wearing ordinary T-shirts and jeans that could be seen everywhere in the school.

  That mask, she had seen it before, similar to the original gatekeeper Xiaogu. The difference was that Xiaogu's mask showed a young man, while this mask showed a middle-aged man, equally ferocious and terrifyingly eerie.

  Fang Yuan glanced around and wanted to find a suitable weapon to help He Jianhui. There were no sticks or iron bars, so Fang Yuan didn't think much and randomly picked up a thick glass jar from the ground, just about to throw it over, when she heard the voice of the masked man: "Fang Yuan, do you think you can save him?"

  Fang Wan bit her lip and said: "No matter what, I'll give it a try."

  "It's not worth trying, his life is worthless to me. Killing him would be no different from killing an ant. The only reason I've spared his life is that I didn't want you to be sad."

  Fang Wei slowly put down the glass jar in her hand. She was very clear that with her and He Jianhui's strength, they were far from being a match for the masked man.

  "Please, let him go, okay?"

  The masked man smiled: "Good, as long as you agree to listen to me and follow me."

  "Okay, I'll go with you."

  "No..." He Jianhui's feet left the ground as he squeezed out a single word with great difficulty.

  He then used all his strength and kicked the masked man's head with one foot.

  "You dare to show off in front of me, you little clown!" The masked man easily grabbed his ankle with his other hand. Then, with a slight exertion of his fingers, a cracking sound came from He Jianhui's ankle bone.

  He Jianhui was in extreme pain, as if he had gone mad, and suddenly tore off the black veil from his face.

  What a face!

  The entire face was covered in large and small red and black blood blisters, with some of them having turned into white pus, emitting a foul odor.

  "The... " The masked man was also startled, instinctively loosening his grip and taking a step back.

  He Jianhui fell heavily and breathed heavily.

  The masked man seemed extremely enraged and kicked He Xianhui's body into a corner with one foot.

  "Alright, I've let him go, you come with me."

  Fang Yuan looked at He Jianhui, hesitating.

  "Fang Yuan, listen to me, you absolutely cannot go with him! He doesn't have good intentions towards you, he wants to use you to revive the evil Moon Goddess!" He Jianhui shouted loudly.

  His body was much weaker than before. The poisonous water of Moon Lake had long since corroded his body to the point where it was rotten and decayed.

  "That's enough! You're really talkative!" The masked man said angrily, "Don't you want to live?"

  He Jianhui sneered: "Who doesn't want to live? But if death is inevitable, I can also accept it calmly! Don't think I don't know who you are! You're the descendant of the Moon God Tribe's Minghuo Zhai. If I'm not mistaken, you've already planted the seed of Minghuo in me just now. Whether Fang Yuan follows you or not, I'll be hard-pressed to escape death."

  "The masked man laughed and said: 'You are indeed very clever, no wonder Xiao Gu would lose to you.'"

  He Jianhui started coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.

  "Unfortunately, no matter how clever you are, next year's today will be your memorial day."

  "Is that so?" He Jianhui struggled to get up, staggering towards the masked man, muttering to himself, "I know far more than you can imagine. I also know that today is a very special day for you, Fang Yuan is a very special person to you. And, there are people in the medical school who make you afraid."

  "Who are we afraid of? Ha! Are we going to be afraid of others?" The masked man burst into laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke. "The guns and swords you use are nothing but children's toys in our eyes."

  The masked man was laughing triumphantly, but suddenly stopped, as if a speeding truck had slammed on the brakes, leaving an awkward feeling.

  What did he see?

  At the entrance of the warehouse, under the shade, a small black shadow was slowly moving. Soon, this black shadow walked into the bright area, and it turned out to be that tightly wrapped little girl in black clothes.

  The figure in the mask's body trembled slightly, and his feet involuntarily retreated a few steps.

  The little girl in black raised her finger and said expressionlessly: "You're going to die!"

  Fang Yuan's heart suddenly rose, suspended in her throat, so tense that she couldn't speak.

  For some reason, Fang Yuan felt uneasy all over when she saw the little girl in black, her brain was cool and she was entangled by a strange fear.

  In the morning, a little girl in black told Fang Yuan that Xian'er was about to die. As a result, within a few minutes, Xian'er's body began to spontaneously combust and turned into ashes.

  Then she told Fang Yuan that the two 'girls' on the playground were going to die. As a result, as soon as the words fell, the two 'girls' mysteriously fainted and never woke up again.

  Later, she also told Fang Yuan that Fang Yuan was about to die. As a result, Fang Yuan was restless all day long, as if he would meet the god of death at any time.

  Is this a curse? The little girl in black has an incredibly powerful cursing ability?

  Is she now with the Cursed Mask Man?

  Fang Yuan doesn't believe it.

  However, the masked man seemed to be frightened by the curse of the little black-clothed girl and retreated step by step before suddenly rushing towards Fang Yuan.

  Fang Yuan was frightened out of her wits.

  Unexpectedly, the masked man did not go to catch Fang Yuan but instead jumped into the underground passage and disappeared in a flash.

  Fang Yuanshu let out a breath and was about to walk over to see He Jianhui when her hand was pulled back.

  The one holding her hand was the boy in gray clothes seen that morning, with no emotion in his deep eyes.

  When did he come?

  Fang Wan lightly shook her hand, wanting to break free.

  The man in gray didn't use any force, and Fang Yu's hand was pulled out. He said softly, "Look!"

  A faint, pale light flickered on He Jianhui's body, casting an eerie glow in the dark corner.

  "That's...!" Fang Yuan cried out in shock, "He's on fire!"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Then why don't you hurry up and save him?" Fang Yuan shouted loudly.

  The man in gray glanced at Fang Yuan lightly: "Sorry, I couldn't save him."

  Fang Yuan hastily ran to He Jianhui's side and softly asked: "He Jianhui, how are you?"

  "I'm fine." He Jianhui's voice was still hoarse, and it didn't sound painful. "You don't have to be sad. I just said earlier that I've been mentally prepared for death."

  Fang Wan gazed at the person in front of her, with complex emotions. This person had once caused the death of her best friend, yet he had also saved her. Moreover, he had always loved and protected her.

  Warm tears quietly slid down her cheeks.

  "I once loved, hated, got drunk, hurt, and woke up. That's all there is to life. Before I die, if I can see you cry for me, I'll be happy enough."

  The flames spread quickly, and He Jianhui's entire body was engulfed in a pale blue flame.

  "Remember, come see me every year on this day." He Jianhui's voice became more and more indistinct, then he said the last words of his life, "It's really lonely!"