### Chapter 129: Lu Liangting’s Breakdown
White Yu was nestled within a heavily landscaped area, surrounded by greenery that blocked visibility. Suddenly, more than a dozen gangsters burst out from the bushes and pathways, effectively surrounding White Yu. If Zhao Mingyue didn’t appear within three minutes, this group would certainly trap her.
“Where is she?” The leader, a yellow-haired thug about 1.6 meters tall and a bit stocky due to his tight clothing, wielded a machete and glanced around. Seeing only the girl in a black dress, he smacked one of his lackeys on the back of the head.
The lackey, clearly lacking in intelligence, pointed at White Yu, claiming, “I definitely saw those two here! This girl must know where Zhao Mingyue is!” He boldly stalked closer to White Yu.
This part of the park was large, making it difficult to find anyone quickly. They acted separately, signaling each other whenever they spotted the targets, opting to avoid using phones to evade police tracking.
As the lackey approached, the rest of the gang closed in as well.
A crowd of beefy gangsters armed with weapons encircled a girl who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, their faces reflecting the rawest human desires. They leered at White Yu’s delicate frame, practically drooling at the thought of asserting dominance and indulging their basest instincts.
To them, encountering a girl like White Yu in such places was a rarity. Unlike the usual flashy temptations they encountered, this girl seemed pure and adorable—like a tempting cupcake at a buffet they were just dying to smash open.
With a mix of innocence and vulnerability, White Yu triggered an unnerving cocktail of protective and destructive urges among the gangsters, especially certain individuals among them.
Hugging her would be about feeling her body, a kiss would be about violently tasting her sweetness; their eyes voraciously invaded her secrets. It was like she was meant to be locked away, ensnared in a room or a forever-dark basement, completely theirs.
But for many of them, those thoughts didn’t go beyond mere primitive fantasies.
‘Looks like the boss is getting more than just a meal; they’ll be getting a taste too!’
The lackey stepped toward White Yu, fully aware of what was about to unfold. He sized her up without even seeing her as a normal person; he was so captivated that thoughts like…
Ah, those lips! Those big eyes! How can such beauty exist? Oh, that skin! So soft! Never mind that her chest had some disappointments; the gentle rise and fall was still enough for him. She’s a loli, it still counts!
“I ask you…” Just as the lackey entered three meters of White Yu, he opened his mouth while reaching out to grab her hand.
Before he could finish, he suddenly froze.
Everything escalated so quickly; the gang, just moments ago running and approaching her, barely had time to register the shift. They were getting paid to do a job and no time to waste snagging a girl.
SPLAT!
In an instant, bl**d poured from the lackey’s abdomen. Stumbling back, he had no time to grasp the situation as his guts spilled onto the ground, a grotesque spectacle.
His expression froze in shock, his mind struggling to process the wild emptiness flooding his body.
Collapsing into a heap on the ground, the lackey lay still.
The reality hit the surrounding thugs like a hammer blow. They only registered the bloody corpse once they came to their senses.
Yellow-haired leader was utterly petrified, his legs trembling as the machete slipped from his hands.
He’d been closest to the fallen lackey, and once the body thudded against his legs, he saw the gut-wrenching sight—the gaping wound and the exposed insides; the gruesome visual overwhelmed him, churning his stomach.
Panic rippled among the gangsters, and when they turned to look at the girl in the black dress, they saw her standing there, hands hanging loosely at her sides, fingertips dripping bl**d onto the ground.
White Yu’s expression was frigid as she advanced toward the leader.
With each step she took, he retreated half a step.
Stepping over the corpse, White Yu faced him.
Though the yellow-haired thug was already short, she stood a head shorter, yet the aura emanating from her was entirely different.
“Y-you…”
The thug’s pupils constricted, watching as White Yu raised her bloodied hand.
BAM!
His chunky face did a complete 180, and the thug behind him flinched, witnessing the impossible as the man’s face twisted around without moving his body.
This bizarre occurrence sent shivers down the spine of the remaining gangsters, and they wanted to run, but soon realized it was futile. No matter how they dashed out of the greenery, they found themselves back beside the eerie park bench, facing the black-dressed girl and the disemboweled corpse.
Trapped in a ghostly wall, there was no escaping this cursed area.
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“White Yu, I’m back…”
Zhao Mingyue strolled along the path, clutching snacks and drinks. Upon arriving, she was greeted by a nightmarish scene: the girl in black was seated calmly on a bench, cradling a little black cat on the verge of d*ath, tenderly stroking it while surrounded by a gruesome pile of corpses—at least ten of them.
The sight was horrific. Some had their spines yanked out, others decapitated, and some had their hearts or heads pierced.
Forgetting her drinks, Zhao Mingyue rushed over.
“White Yu, what happened here?” she asked, a worried expression on her face.
“Someone wanted to k*ll you,” White Yu replied, her tone eerily calm as she continued to stroke the nearly dying little coal ball in her hands.
“k*ll me?”
From the gang’s attire and the weapons strewn about, Zhao Mingyue could tell these were not friendly visitors and certainly not here for pleasant reasons. It was a shame they encountered someone far more ruthless.
So, their deaths didn’t leave her particularly shaken.
After all, what if White Yu hadn’t been here, and a truly defenseless girl stood in this park instead? What horrors might have played out?
It wouldn’t have been a friendly conversation while holding knives and electric batons, that’s for sure.
White Yu wasn’t foolish; she wouldn’t take action against these thugs just because they looked menacing and were wielding weapons. After all, killing people would grab the police’s attention, and she wouldn’t let a minor skirmish lead to a major consequence.
Zhao Mingyue stayed silent, noticing bl**d threads devouring the bl**d and corpses at the scene. These dead bodies wouldn’t enhance White Yu’s power, but they needed to be dealt with nonetheless.
Luckily, the park was relatively isolated, and there weren’t many people around, so the possibility of discovering the remains was low. By the time anyone arrived, the bl**d threads would handle most of the evidence.
Cleaning up ghostly bodies was achingly fast, while these corpses visibly slowed down.
“White Yu…”
“She’s dying.”
Zhao Mingyue blinked, gazing at the little cat in White Yu’s arms.
The once-round, shiny eyes of the little coal ball were now squinting, bl**d seeping from its mouth and nose due to severe internal injuries.
The cat seemed to sense its looming d*ath, its mouth slightly agape, releasing a faintly raspy meow. Still, Zhao Mingyue could see that it continued rubbing its head against White Yu’s hand, thanking this stranger it had known for barely ten minutes.
Zhao Mingyue had always been puzzled why these little cats would flee from her but leap into the bloody embrace of White Yu.
Perhaps they sensed White Yu’s kindness towards them, while she was merely an ordinary passerby.
The little cat’s movements grew feebler, and it licked White Yu’s palm before finally closing its eyes for good.
White Yu gently cradled the cat’s head and leaned against the park bench.
“I don’t like stray cats.”
“Huh?” Zhao Mingyue had just settled down beside White Yu when she heard her say this.
“They’re too fragile yet too strong, leading to a myriad of problems. They shouldn’t exist, just like an irregular link in the food chain.” White Yu cradled the cat, gazing skyward, “They’ll only find a true home when they’re free from harm and from harming others.”
Zhao Mingyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something but struggling to articulate her thoughts. Like White Yu had stated, the existence of stray cats wasn’t necessarily beneficial; it would be wonderful if they could find homes.
Yet, that wasn’t the point. The surprise was seeing White Yu displaying such emotional depth?
Zhao Mingyue had always believed White Yu’s heart was as unyielding as stone—capable of stirring ripples in others but remaining cold and distant, particularly toward enemies. She would certainly k*ll without a hint of remorse.
This version of White Yu felt strikingly authentic yet elusive.
Realizing White Yu was a cat lover, this must have been an emotional moment for her.
Gently patting White Yu’s shoulder, Zhao Mingyue kept silent.
Moments later, Lu Liangting returned.
He rushed in, and the scene was nearly identical to what Zhao Mingyue had witnessed earlier.
The first thing that caught his eye was the sea of corpses; the bl**d had been drained, and the bodies were still remaining—but most were ensnared by bl**d threads.
He glanced at the weapons scattered on the ground, then at the horrific state of the victims.
He recognized these people—just moments ago he had seen them and warned Zhao Mingyue to steer clear. It was clear they had targeted her but were slaughtered by White Yu instead.
With so many dead, Lu Liangting didn’t have much to say.
These individuals had arrived with murderous intent; their deaths were no surprise, nor was there any pity to be had.
Yet, to claim he felt no ripple of emotion would be a lie. After all, a pile of corpses that had been alive only moments ago meant these individuals might have been someone’s father, or a son to a poor elderly soul.
Lu Liangting studied White Yu, still clutching the cat, yet she didn’t even glance in his direction. After asking what had transpired, he stormed away, furious.
Back in his car, he gripped his phone tightly, slamming his fist against the steering wheel.
The screen read the call was disconnected; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get through.
How could he not understand? This was the work of his stepmother; these men were sent by her with the intent to k*ll Zhao Mingyue.
Closing his eyes, images flooded his mind: White Yu cradling a little black cat among the corpses, and the black Bentley belonging to his mother driving away.
His thoughts were a chaotic whirl as he fired up the engine and accelerated homeward. The engine roared as he sped off, running three red lights and exceeding speed limits thrice, cutting his travel time almost in half.
He had to ask her—why had she done this?
Was it just because he met Zhao Mingyue a few times that she wanted her dead?
If they could send over a dozen men who were then slain by White Yu, what would that mean for the future?
He suddenly realized that no matter how human she seemed, White Yu was, at her core, a Red-clothed Evil Ghost. A top-tier Red-clothed Evil Ghost.
She wouldn’t hold back; there wasn’t a shred of mercy within her.
Just like the voice in his head that kept repeating ad nauseam.
‘She’s just a ghost, not a human!’
“Lu Liangting, finally back home, huh?”
Xia Qingrong returned not too long after, spotting a furious Lu Liangting in the courtyard.
Lu Liangting seethed with rage, vexed not just by what Xia Qingrong had done, but also by an inexplicable feeling of something missing, an odd emptiness within.
Before Lu Liangting could stride forward, a figure stepped in front of him, blocking the path to Xia Qingrong.
“Oy, Lu Liangting! Fancy meeting you here! I’m Rose, the new bodyguard your mother hired.” Sun Hanyue bowed with a deep smile on her face.
“Your mother should send you back. The young master seems a bit out of sorts; I can handle the communication.”
“Xia Qingrong, don’t go too far!” Lu Liangting’s eyes were blazing.
“Hmph, disrespectful to your elders.” Xia Qingrong scoffed, turning away.
“Young master, if you have questions, just tell me,” Sun Hanyue stepped beside him, blocking his way as he attempted to rush forward, her eyes narrowing.
Once Xia Qingrong had left, Sun Hanyue quietly said, “Looks like the young master is quite upset by what he saw.”
“Honestly, there’s no need to be. Your mother sending people to k*ll Zhao Mingyue was just a moment’s impulse. She realizes her mistake now and won’t do it again.”
“Besides, Zhao Mingyue isn’t dead, is she?”
As soon as she finished, Lu Liangting’s fist was a blur, but Sun Hanyue caught it effortlessly.
“Let me guess, the reality has shattered your beautiful fantasy, making you throw a tantrum?”
“Give up on your fantasies; a ghost is always a ghost, different from humans.”
“You can’t expect an Evil Ghost to keep calm at all times; their twisted hearts won’t allow it.”
“People can change, but rotten oranges will always be rotten.”
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