Chapter 1809: Chapter 1034: Seeing You Off (Part 2)
"My body is warm. I can control my thoughts, my body, everything about me. How could I be dead?!"
"We are the same kind of people, Mr. Yang, don’t joke around!" Sato Shouta’s face was covered in tears, almost pleading, "Stop saying things like that. I’m still alive. I can’t die. My mom is still waiting for me at home, Mr. Yang!"
"If you want to kill, then just do it. Are you afraid we’ll turn into ghosts and come to haunt you for revenge?" At the final moments of her life, Nishimura Yuna rarely showed such defiance. Her eyes were red as she questioned, "You’re no better than him. You’re... you’re even more despicable than Qingshui Cangjie. I’d rather they be the ones winning because at least they wouldn’t kill us to silence us! But you would!"
"Yang Xiao, you’re deceiving us so cruelly, you won’t have a good ending. You surely will go to hell!" Nishimura Yuna cursed with all her strength.
"Every word he said is true." Jiu Shan Sha Yue also stood by Yang Xiao’s side to testify, but unfortunately, Nishimura Yuna wouldn’t listen or believe a single word they said.
But you can’t blame her. After all, who could believe such things if said abruptly? They dare not believe, nor can they. Who would deny their own existence?
Getting agitated, Nishimura Yuna suddenly lunged at Yang Xiao, a fruit knife appearing in her hand—something she had swiped from the restaurant today.
Though she knew she was no match for Yang Xiao and his companion, Nishimura Yuna still wanted to make a desperate attempt. To die without a fight—impossible!
Even if it meant dying, she wanted to leave some wounds on these bastards, create trouble in their ghostly dreams, ensuring they had no easy end.
Yang Xiao didn’t even attempt to dodge. Instead, it was Sato Shouta, who was closer, that reacted the fastest, pushing Yang Xiao away, "Watch out!"
In the next second, as Nishimura Yuna lunged forward, Jiu Shan Sha Yue grabbed her wrist, disarmed the fruit knife, and punched Nishimura Yuna in the stomach.
Writhing in pain, Nishimura Yuna clutched her abdomen, curling up on the ground, arched like a shrimp, while Jiu Shan Sha Yue did not strike again.
"The explanation has been given clearly. Whether they believe it or not is up to them, but don’t hesitate anymore." Jiu Shan Sha Yue, knowing Yang Xiao felt uncomfortable, decided on a swift conclusion.
"Nishimura Yuna, if you still refuse to believe and think we mean to harm you, I’ll give you a chance to enter the Ghost Dream with us tonight, but... don’t regret it!" Jiu Shan Sha Yue said.
"Fine, I’ll go, I definitely will!" Nishimura Yuna shouted through gritted teeth.
"No, only the two of us can go in tonight." Yang Xiao decisively refused.
Seeing her only way out cut off, Nishimura Yuna’s hatred for Yang Xiao peaked, "Yang Xiao, you’re so vicious, you won’t have a good ending. Do you deserve Sato Shouta’s trust in you!"
"Sato Shouta, you fool, I warned you! You’ll regret this, you definitely will. Why couldn’t you believe me, ahhh!" Nishimura Yuna’s screams echoed within the hotel, buzzing in people’s ears.
Jiu Shan Sha Yue lifted the collapsed Nishimura Yuna off the ground, holding her down on the bed, delivering a strong chop to her neck. The still-struggling Nishimura Yuna instantly lost her ability to resist, though she wasn’t completely unconscious, her eyes still half-open, glaring at them murderously.
Strangely enough, Nishimura Yuna’s hatred for Yang Xiao far exceeded that for Jiu Shan Sha Yue, who’d manhandled her, since she suspected the entire scheme was planned by this man from Hua Country.
He was a complete hypocrite, deceiving them from the beginning.
Jiu Shan Sha Yue acted swiftly; at the first injection, Nishimura Yuna quieted down completely, followed by a second and third, until she stopped moving altogether, closing her eyes as if asleep.
This type of death was not instantaneous but a process, requiring several to over ten minutes, varying slightly based on each person’s constitution.
But undoubtedly, it was a merciful way to die, as there was at least no pain.
Sato Shouta did not beg for his life; to be exact, he was entirely stunned, unable to comprehend why his good friend Mr. Yang had seemingly turned into someone else overnight, going as far as to kill him.
As Jiu Shan Sha Yue fixed her gaze on Sato Shouta, sensing death approaching, Sato Shouta suddenly grabbed Yang Xiao’s arm, tears welling up as he trembled, "Mr. Yang, I... I don’t want to die. Can you let me go home to see my mom?"
At that moment, Yang Xiao couldn’t hold it together either. He tightly grasped Sato Shouta’s hand, repeatedly apologizing, even though he wasn’t clear what he’d done wrong. Perhaps... perhaps he shouldn’t have stood up for Sato Shouta from the beginning. Without starting, there’s no need for an ending.
Without trust, how can there be betrayal? In that moment, he saw in Sato Shouta’s eyes what he most dreaded seeing—despair after the collapse of trust.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." Yang Xiao continuously apologized, grabbing his hand.
Their hands were tightly clasped. Even with two attempts, Jiu Shan Sha Yue couldn’t pry them apart. Noticing a significant emotional shift in Yang Xiao, she worried that dragging on would cause unexpected changes, so she steeled herself, raising her hand to deliver a chop to Yang Xiao’s nape, knocking him to the ground. Though not completely unconscious, he let go of his hold.
"Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang!" Seeing Yang Xiao knocked down, Sato Shouta summoned unexpected courage, actually daring to swing a punch at Jiu Shan Sha Yue.
Jiu Shan Sha Yue hadn’t anticipated that this frail heir would actually dare fight back. Caught off guard, she took a hit to the face, with blood trickling from her nose.
But that was all there was. The strength gap between the two was not something a hot-blooded dash could bridge. Soon, after three moves, Jiu Shan Sha Yue regained control, subduing Sato Shouta.
Originally, she had a fruit knife in hand but instinctively discarded it, sparing Sato Shouta from a painful ordeal.
Jiu Shan Sha Yue saw Yang Xiao’s attachment to Sato Shouta, worrying that when Yang Xiao regained conscious and saw Sato Shouta’s beaten corpse, she’d be in even more trouble.
"I’m sorry, but I swear on the Jiu Mountain Family name, Yang Xiao didn’t deceive you. You really are already dead."
"If... if you had met him last time, he surely would have saved you."
"Rest easy, don’t make him too sad." Jiu Shan Sha Yue injected the first sedative.
Lying on the bed, Sato Shouta’s face was pale, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, his lips trembling as if he had unfulfilled wishes.
Jiu Shan Sha Yue didn’t immediately proceed with the second injection, but leaned forward, her ear close to Sato Shouta’s lips, catching fragmented words, "Mama, go home..."
"I’ll convey your wish to Yang Xiao. Now... you can go home." Jiu Shan Sha Yue administered the second injection, then the third.
By the time Yang Xiao awoke, night had fallen. Two bodies lay quietly on the room’s bed, with Jiu Shan Sha Yue sitting beside them, her eyes somewhat vacant.
Yang Xiao staggered over, kneeling by the bed, seeing Sato Shouta’s slightly open eyes and peaceful expression, as if merely asleep.
Yang Xiao reached out, gently touching his forehead. By now, his body had cooled considerably.
Though he’d known this outcome, Yang Xiao still found it hard to accept. He lifted a hand, slowly, carefully closing Sato Shouta’s eyes.
Yang Xiao remained relatively calm—there were no tears or screams—knowing all this was long predestined. Jiu Shan Sha Yue hadn’t killed; she merely did what she had to do.
Moreover, she knocked him out not to complicate matters for him. There were things she could handle much more suitably than himself.
Yang Xiao, following tradition from his family, began to arrange Sato Shouta’s clothes, wanting his friend to leave with dignity.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiao’s hand touched something bulky at Sato Shouta’s waist, feeling as if it contained something.
Opening Sato Shouta’s jacket, Yang Xiao discovered several bars of chocolate in his inside pocket.
Seeing the chocolate, Yang Xiao couldn’t hold back anymore. These were the very chocolates he used to love, surely bought by Sato Shouta during that day’s shopping, unnoticed by him.
These chocolates were meant for him, perhaps intended as a surprise for that night. Sato Shouta would never have the chance to give them now.
"Do me a favor." Yang Xiao suddenly spoke, clutching the chocolates.
"After we get out, I’ll help you find his home. In his last moments, he wanted to go home, calling out for his mama." Jiu Shan Sha Yue softly replied.
