Chapter 313 - 55_4

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Chapter 313: Chapter 55_4Run to the dam side, once you descend, you’ll be safe. Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Because as long as Run Sheng can see, he would have no trouble taking care of the two elders by himself, even Tan Wenbin could easily handle it. Li Zhiyuan: "Shut up!" "Ah?" Tan Wenbin did not understand at first, but he quickly realized. Sound can also be manipulated inside this place. Zheng Haiyang seemed to have heard Tan Wenbin’s voice, but he went in the wrong "direction". Instead of continuing towards Tan Wenbin and the others, he seemed to be lured by the voice towards the back diagonally, conveniently exposing his side to his own grandparents. Both grandparents raised their kitchen knives and chopped down. The grandfather’s knife was faster and made contact. Zheng Haiyang screamed, hit the ground, and rolled over, almost purely on animal instinct to stay alive. Luckily, the roll was quick enough for him to avoid his grandmother’s blade. But when he struggled to get up again, he had become a Blood Man, his steps becoming unsteady. However, it was this roll that brought him closer to the edge of the dam; he was almost in reach if only he could stretch out his hand. Zheng Haiyang took two slow steps back. His body was only one meter from the small concrete barrier at the edge of the dam. But he stopped, not continuing to fall backward. Instead, he began moving to the left, clutching a stool tightly, shaking his head non-stop while also looking panicked—a sign of his consciousness blurring from excessive blood loss. His grandparents, knife in hand, kept closing in, step by step. At this point, Li Zhiyuan raised his head and placed the Compass upside down. Tan Wenbin was thrilled, thinking Xiao Yuan had made the calculations. He stared at the boy, hoping that the boy would speak. But the boy didn’t speak, just calmly watched what was happening in front of him. Tan Wenbin made a gesture to reach out his right hand, not fully extending it and still a distance from the railing, just waiting for the boy’s nod. He would then grasp Zheng Haiyang and pull him to safety. Li Zhiyuan slapped Run Sheng’s arm, prompting Run Sheng to immediately raise his hand and knock away Tan Wenbin’s reaching hand. Tan Wenbin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He dared not look at Li Zhiyuan again and knelt quietly, his face contorted with struggle and pain. Zheng Haiyang’s grandparents continued to advance, while Zheng Haiyang himself had lost the ability to react, merely holding a pose. Meanwhile, Li Zhiyuan started to step back, taking one step at a time, glancing at the kneeling Tan Wenbin while retreating. Run Sheng, too, retreated but grabbed Tan Wenbin’s clothes. Tan Wenbin lay on the ground, dragged along as they walked. Fearing that making noise would affect Zheng Haiyang, Tan Wenbin had to stifle his emotions, but tears and snot had already flowed out. After retreating a certain distance, Li Zhiyuan stopped, stood behind Run Sheng, and peeked out, continuing to watch the direction of the dam. Run Sheng swung Tan Wenbin back as well, making him lie on their backs. Taking a deep breath, Tan Wenbin struggled to get up, waved at Run Sheng indicating he was alright, and then looked towards Li Zhiyuan, nodding vigorously at the boy. His gaze became resolute again; pain still visible, but no longer hesitation and struggle. This caused Li Zhiyuan to feel both surprised and somehow it seemed appropriate. Perhaps, this was indeed Tan Wenbin’s style. Like any ordinary person he could be fragile, but after his fragility, he could quickly adjust and become strong again. Praising one’s own dragons is considered a negative term, but constantly daring to do so is also a mark of excellence. In the end, Zheng Haiyang’s grandparents came up right in front of him. However, the once lost gaze in Zheng Haiyang’s eyes suddenly turned resolute; he grabbed the knife from his grandmother, turned around facing outside the dam, and threw it in the direction where Li Zhiyuan and the others were. Run Sheng’s Yellow River Shovel moved at once, with a "bang", the kitchen knife was deflected away. Zheng Haiyang’s grandfather also raised a kitchen knife and flung it, which was a pity, for the elder’s body wasn’t well and the knife fell to the ground about a meter away from the trio. Consequently, Zheng Haiyang and his grandparents, lined up against the fence, stared coldly at the three people outside. In the evening breeze, the bodies of the two elderly and one young swayed gently with the wind. Out of their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, water kept seeping, thoroughly soaking their clothes. Tan Wenbin looked shocked. Although he had guessed this when Xiao Yuan retreated, the actual truth presented before him was still hard to accept. His good buddy was also controlled? Earlier, was Zheng Haiyang so close to the railing just to lure him into reaching out to pull him up? And if he really had reached out to save him, what would have become of him? No, if Run Sheng hadn’t knocked away his reaching arm, with the close proximity earlier, Zheng Haiyang could have grabbed the kitchen knife and turned around to strike him. If Xiao Yuan haven’t pulled away in time, defending against the knives they threw wouldn’t have been easy. Suddenly, Tan Wenbin remembered what Zheng Haiyang had said to him the night before: he felt no sorrow for the death of his parents. He had consoled him, but now recalling it, Zheng Haiyang might already have been strange then. "Brother Xiao Yuan... Did you notice it early on?" Both matches, one had been lit by Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin themselves, but who lit the other one that lured them? Just as he was about to break through the living room door and leave, Zheng Haiyang let out a perfectly timed scream that drew them back for a rescue.

Chapter 313 - 55_4

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