Chapter 75: 069: Encounter Again (First Subscription, Ten Thousand Words Chapter, Seeking Support)_6
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After Ni Yang left, Wang Xiuhong was the only one remaining in the gloomy grove.
The sun was setting.
The grove grew steadily darker, scarcely visible was the phosphorous fire spewing from the graves at the edge.
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Phosphorous fire is also known as ghost fire.
As Wang Xiuhongâs vitality gradually recovered, the tranquility of the grove during the day was replaced by an incredibly horrific scene.
Dreadful ghost cries, drifting ghost fire, dim light, and the intermittent graves all tormented Wang Xiuhongâs senses.
Wang Xiuhong is not Ni Yang. Even though she can be capricious and malicious, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl; she has never experienced such horrors before. At that moment, she was so terrified that her face turned pale. She tightly embraced her head, crying out, âDonât come near me, donât come near me, mom, dad⌠please come to save meâŚâ
Regrettably, the only response in the grove were the ghastly ghost cries.
Ni Yang arrived at the river bank, her face relaxed. She greeted passersby who were working in the field with a sweet and bright smile. Who could associate her with the demon-like person in the grove just a while ago?
Ni Yang stood by the river bank, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her fair-skinned leg. Her feet were beautiful, small and exquisite. Her glossy and transparent nails were like rows of small seashells, faintly presenting a soft pink hue, delicate as a piece of art.
A slim figure approached from across the river, and saw such a scenario.
The girl was partially rolling up her trousers, stepping into the river one step at a time. Every step she took was steady. The sunset was projecting on the riverâs surface, reflecting a golden sheen, forming a beautiful picture with her.
Even with just her back view, it made oneâs imagination run wild. If she turned back and smiled at him now, what kind of ripple would it create? The man was taken by surprise and just stood there, nearly mesmerized.
Isnât this the same girl he saw at the mall last time?
Didnât expect to encounter her so soon againâŚ.
Just then, it occurred to him, could she possibly be attempting suicide by jumping into the river?
At that thought, the manâs eyes narrowed, he unfastened his jacket, threw it on the ground, and dashed towards the river.
When Ni Yang was hoisted from behind, she was baffled as if pierced by an unexpected force, causing her to instinctively grab the collar of the manâs white shirt.
Simultaneously, a scent of menâs cologne penetrated her nostrils, a refreshing and crisp fragrance.
Ni Yang looked up at the man.
In her sight was a face with well-defined features, thin lips, sharp eyebrows and eyes. Although the cold and stern look was also filled with gentleness⌠Hmm, he was quite handsome.
And somewhat familiarâŚ
Somehow, upon seeing this face, Ni Yang thought of Mo Baichuan, the hooligan.
However, this face was obviously much more composed than Mo Baichuanâs.
Ni Yang firmly grasped his collar, scolding: âWhat are you doing? Are you trying to play a pervert in broad daylight? Let me down!â
The manâs expression was incredibly tense, he didnât speak a word. Clutching the person in his arms, he strode towards the shore.
âLet me go!â Ni Yang struggled incessantly.
Alas, his arm was as if it were cast onto her. Regardless of how much she struggled, he remained unmoved.
Ni Yang was skilled, even the robust Mo Baichuan was knocked down by her. She didnât expect to lose against a man today!
Ni Yang was furious, she reached out to pinch his neck, yelling: âSmelly rascal! Let go of me now!â
But the man remained silent, carrying Ni Yang with both fast and steady steps.
When he glanced at the girlâs angry face, he couldnât help but frown slightly.
Such a pretty girl, with a good figure, why would she want to take her own life?
Ni Yang, in fury and unable to struggle, bit onto his collarbone.
Immediately, a mix of salty and sweet taste filled her mouth, while a trace of blood stained his white shirt.
Yet the man had no intention of letting go, holding onto Ni Yang until he reached the shore. Only then did he release her. But, to prevent her from jumping into the river again, he firmly restricted her wrist, saying sternly, âAre you crazy? Is that how you treat your savior?â
âLet go of me!â Ni Yang jolted his hand away, âAre you sick? Who asked you to save me!â
However, his hand seemed to be stuck to her wrist, she couldnât free herself..