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"Grandma, please let Mengmeng go."
Yang Mengfan pleaded, his voice trembling like a tightly strung bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
He choked on his words, struggling to articulate each syllable.
"You've already harmed so many people; don't continue down this wrong path."
The old woman's murky eyes suddenly narrowed, emitting a terrifying light.
In that light, there was anger and brutality that sent chills down the spine.
"You're still saying such things at this point?"
Her voice was sharp and grating, like a rusty knife scraping against glass, making one’s teeth ache.
"We can't turn back now! Are you really willing to abandon your family for this person?"
The old woman roared hoarsely, her chest heaving violently as if she might collapse at any moment.
Yang Mengfan's heart tightened painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand.
He staggered back a step, his face pale as paper.
"I haven't... I haven't abandoned my family, but... Mengmeng is also my family!"
He suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.
"How can she be considered family? Only we are family!"
The old woman roared hoarsely, her sharp voice seeming to pierce through my eardrums, leaving my scalp tingling and my vision blurring.
Her murky eyes were filled with madness and obsession, the bloodshot orbs nearly bulging out of their sockets as she fixed her gaze on me, as if she intended to swallow me whole.
"But you can't save her; I will still live on with her blood!"
She enunciated each word deliberately, each syllable striking my heart like a sharp knife.
Fear surged within me like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible to breathe.
I watched helplessly as the old woman trembled while raising the knife in her hand, the blade glinting ominously under the dim light, appearing particularly sinister.
The tip of the knife was aimed directly at me, and I could even feel the chilling aura emanating from its edge.
The old woman staggered closer, her face contorted with rage, wrinkles twisting together like a malevolent spirit ready to devour its prey.
In that critical moment, she suddenly let out a pained groan.
Blood sprayed from her mouth, splattering onto the floor in a vivid crimson.
Her body shook violently as she stumbled backward, ultimately collapsing heavily onto the ground.
"How is this possible!"
The old woman struggled to lift her head, trembling fingers pointing towards Yang Mengfan not far away, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Is it you..."
Her words were muffled, slurred by the blood filling her mouth, resembling the dying growl of a wild beast.
Blood also trickled from the corner of Yang Mengfan's mouth. His face was pale, and his body swayed unsteadily, yet he stood firm, his gaze filled with pain and determination.
He looked at the old woman, his eyes brimming with guilt and helplessness, and slowly said, "I'm sorry, Grandma. I won't let you harm Mengmeng."
His voice was soft but carried an undeniable firmness.
The old woman widened her eyes, disbelief etched across her face.
It seemed she could hardly believe that her own grandson would betray her.
She tried to say something, but the blood surging in her throat rendered her speechless.
"Wang Yao, kill her," the old woman commanded.
She actually ordered Wang Yao to kill me!
Yang Mengfan suddenly burst forth from the shadows, roaring like a fierce tiger as he lunged at Wang Yao.
Wang Yao clearly did not expect Yang Mengfan to appear suddenly, causing her hand holding the dagger to pause slightly.
It was this moment of hesitation that gave Yang Mengfan the opportunity.
He swung his fist fiercely, striking Wang Yao in the abdomen.
Wang Yao let out a muffled groan, and the dagger slipped from her hand, clattering to the ground.
She clutched her stomach, bending over in pain, her face turning as pale as paper.
Without any hesitation, Yang Mengfan drew a dagger from his waist and ruthlessly stabbed it toward Wang Yao's chest.
The dagger plunged deep into Wang Yao's torso, blood gushing out instantly and staining her clothes red.
Wang Yao's body trembled violently for a moment before she collapsed to the ground, convulsing in agony.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, filled with resentment and despair.
Yang Mengfan staggered over to me and reached out to unlock the chains binding my hands and feet.
"Run!"
He said weakly, his voice barely audible and hoarse.
Yang Mengfan's body had reached its limit; after doing this, he collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper.
I hurriedly picked him up, tears streaming down my face like a flood breaking through a dam.
"Mengfan, you can't die! You promised me you'd always be with me!"
I cried out, my voice hoarse and filled with despair.
Yang Mengfan struggled to open his eyes, looking at me with a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I'm sorry, I... I fear I can't be with you until the end..."
His voice grew weaker, as if it could vanish at any moment.
My heart felt like it was being torn apart, tears blurring my vision.
"No, please! I love you, Mengfan, I can't live without you!"
I held him tightly, as if trying to merge him into my very being.
With the last ounce of his strength, Yang Mengfan pressed a map into my hand.
"Follow... follow this path... you can escape..."
His voice was intermittent, barely audible.
After uttering those words, his eyes slowly closed, and his breathing gradually ceased.
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