"An Wenshan, move..."

I faintly heard a woman's voice in the blinding light.

The owner of this voice was...Han Yu?!

Before I could react, a figure suddenly pounced on me.

I subconsciously tried to block with my hands, but it was useless. The figure was both agile and incredibly strong, and my block had no effect at all.

The figure went straight for me, catching me off guard.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Fatty exclaimed.

Fatty had better eyesight than ordinary people, so he was more sensitive to light. He couldn't open his eyes for a long time due to the strong light.

I couldn't fight the person in front of me at all.

I remembered that the woman just called him "An Wenshan."

Was he An Wenshan? And who was An Wenshan?

I suddenly felt an icy coolness on my neck, like an ice cube touching my skin.

That coldness stimulated my nerves, and I felt every pore on my body connected to that trace of coolness.

Something bad was about to happen. In a panic, I began to fumble around aimlessly. I touched the person named An Wenshan several times, but he was really like his name – "An Wenshan" – steady as a mountain. No matter how I pushed or struggled, I couldn't break free from his control.

The icy coolness on my neck was gradually replaced by a burning sensation, as if an ice blade against my neck had turned into a fire blade.

The burning sensation started to spread from the point of contact, spreading to my neck, my upper body, and then to my whole body.

I was so burned by the heat that I couldn't speak, and could only make "woo woo woo" sounds.

A strong desire to survive gave me great strength. I desperately grabbed An Wenshan's arms. Although his arms were like iron, tightly clamping me, I still stubbornly tried to pry them open. With my full strength, An Wenshan's arms only loosened for a second or two, followed by an even tighter clamp. But I was completely out of strength, and could only let him do as he pleased.

I wanted to say one sentence: Fatty, save me.

But I couldn't speak, and I couldn't even make a sound.

I wasn't afraid of death, but I was afraid of dying without any meaning; I was afraid of dying with regrets because I couldn't complete my mission.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. It's normal to feel a little dizzy. It will be over soon." After An Wenshan said this, he suddenly exerted force. The burning sensation on my neck gradually turned into pain. This pain was accompanied by a gush of hot liquid. This hot liquid drained all my life force, and I felt my life was fading away with the spray of this liquid.

I instantly understood what An Wenshan had done to me.

I suddenly remembered the two people I had slit the throats of in the forest in the Kunlun Mountains. I remembered with utmost clarity the despair in the eyes of the scarred face I killed, a kind of dim gray.

I desperately made one last struggle, but I still failed. I tried my best, but I still couldn't change my fate, and could only give up helplessly.

In front of An Wenshan, I was just a blind chick.

Everything was out of control, and a sense of powerlessness gradually spread. I felt fear and frustration.

Pain...pain...unspeakable pain spread across my neck. This pain was like a fire that started to spread from my neck, gradually spreading to every corner of my body. The fire almost burned everything it touched.

Just when I felt like I was about to be killed by this pain, the next moment, the pain suddenly disappeared.

I felt light and airy, like a cloud floating in the sky.

The light was no longer blinding, and I could actually open my eyes and look directly at everything in front of me.

I saw clearly the man named An Wenshan. He had dark skin and was covered in dust.

The blood gushing from my neck was like a living river, flowing down and forming a terrifying blood waterfall that splashed on An Wenshan's face and body, dyeing him blood red.

I noticed that a faint smile was rippling on his face at this moment.

An Wenshan didn't dodge. He seemed to be enjoying the shower of blood. He stood there, holding a bloody short dagger in his hand, quietly watching everything that was happening to me, admiring his masterpiece.

An Wenshan must have used this dagger to stab through my neck.

Heh, I didn't expect that I would end up falling into the hands of this nobody.

I was unwilling.

The color in my eyes slowly faded away, and everything in front of me gradually turned gray. The next second, the gray also disappeared. An Wenshan was vaguely visible, like a phantom...dizziness, no, not dizziness, sleepiness.

No, not even sleepiness, an unconscious losing of myself.

My eyes were open, but my vision was black, no, not black, but an endless void.

My legs were weak, and I didn't know how I ended up lying on the ground.

Vision disappeared.

Then, my sense of smell disappeared, and I couldn't smell the bloody smell in my mouth and nose.

Then, it was the disappearance of touch. Finally, my hearing still existed, but the sounds I heard gradually became blurred.

I faintly heard Fatty and Rou Yi's shouts – "Young Master! What's wrong, Young Master!"

"Zhao Chenguang!"

"Wake up!"

"You..."