Chapter 476: Chapter 172 Mad Dog_4
Strength was gradually leaving her body, and suddenly the surroundings seemed to become particularly quiet, with Qi Yutai’s and the guard’s conversation being carried to her ears by the wind.
"It’s a bit of a pity to bite her to death like this, but it’s her own fault for upsetting my sister."
"As her brother, of course, I have to vent her anger."
Vent her anger?
Lu Tong lay in the woods, bewildered for a moment, and then she came to a sudden realization.
So this was it.
It was all for this.
No wonder Qi Yutai suddenly attacked her, even though she had been carefully biding her time and had not yet found the best opportunity to make a move before he took her life. With his status, it was effortless for him to strike her, and his original intention was to avenge Qi Huaying.
Even someone as inhumane as Qi Yutai could genuinely feel pain for his sister and see his sister as his only weakness.
How laughable, how pitiful.
The sister was wronged, so the brother should naturally take revenge for her.
Lu Tong thought blankly, if Lu Qian were still alive and knew she was bullied like this, he would also take revenge for her.
She was Lu Qian’s weakness, too.
Only those who have loved ones have weaknesses, but she no longer had any loved ones.
She had no weaknesses!
A fierce light suddenly burst from her eyes, and from some unknown reserve of strength, Lu Tong shoved her arm into the front of the hound’s mouth with great force, almost pushing her entire arm in. The hound was stuffed and hesitated, but she turned over and sat up, pouncing at the gray dog in front of her, biting its throat!
That weak strength could not break the animal’s throat but was enough to cause the beast pain. The gray dog frantically tried to shake her teeth off, yet Lu Tong clung to it as if she had grown on its body, hugging the dog tightly without letting go, while her other hand fumbled for the hairpin on top of her head.
That hairpin, the needle of that hairpin she had sharpened so pointed and fine. On countless nights, she anticipated possible situations, gripping the Hibiscus Twig and swinging it at the enemies in her mind, and now, like at the moment, she aimed at the dog’s head and stabbed down fiercely—
"Pfft—"
A faint sound seemed to emanate from all directions.
The hound let out a miserable howl, desperately trying to throw her off.
But she clung to the dog, clutching it as though latching onto her evanescent, worthless destiny that floated uncertainly somewhere, refusing to let go, like Luomei Peak dragging the corpses from Chaos Burial Mound. The sharpness of the tiny hairpin felt blunt against the wild beast’s body, like cutting into the heart and liver of a cold corpse with a not-sharp-enough knife, chopping through flesh and bone so familiarly, blood splattering with each cut, yet the blood was warm, without a hint of pain.
In extreme madness, she found a kind of pleasure, like a person drowning in the mire, catching the only log nearby, not thinking of using it to swim to the shore but wanting to drag it down with her.
"Pfft—"
"Pfft—"
"Pfft—"
Neck Pulse, Heavenly Gate, Lung Point, Heart Point, Heavenly Pivot, Baihui Point...
She rode the vicious dog, stabbing down again and again in a frenzy, with hot blood splashing her face.
The hound and the person fought and bit each other, indistinguishable whether it was the dog or person howling, until the grass stained red with blood, and neither person nor dog moved anymore.
The long wind blew through the woods and grass, diluting the scent of blood slightly.
Qi Yutai took two steps forward, staring dumbfounded at the carnage before him. The gray hound lay askew on one side of the grass, its fur soaked in blood, motionless. Qi Yutai felt a sense of foreboding and called out tentatively, "Capture Tiger?"
Lu Tong suddenly looked up.
Qi Yutai immediately stiffened, not daring to move an inch.
The woman was covered in blood, her light blue Medical Officer’s robe blotched with stains, its original appearance unrecognizable. Under her tousled hair, a pair of eyes glared with a red and ferocious light, flickering with savagery.
At this moment, she looked more like a rabid dog than the fanged, robust, and agile beast lying on the ground.
A rabid dog, covered with scars, awe-inspiring, and at the end of its tether...
A rabid dog.