funbook-pk Chapter 304 Why do you do this to me?
Chapter 304 Why do you do this to me?
These words, like a sharp blade in the cold wind, chilled Shen Xing's heart completely.
He finally understood that the hearts of the people in this village had been eroded by selfishness and indifference, and there was no warmth or kindness left.
Shen Xing's eyes became extremely firm. He knew very well that if he continued to stay here, he would only fall into deeper despair.
"Okay, good, for the sake of our past relationship!" Shen Xing sneered, his voice full of sarcasm and determination, "In that case, I don't need to have any illusions about you anymore. From now on, I have nothing to do with you anymore. I will leave this place and find a place that can truly understand and accept me. And you, just continue to indulge in your greed and indifference!"
After saying this, Shen Xing turned and left without looking back or looking at those once familiar yet unfamiliar faces.
The night was as dark as ink. Shen Xing, filled with anger and disappointment, stepped into the book room full of memories.
This was once his spiritual haven, and every book carried his thirst for knowledge and his vision for the future.
But at this moment, these books became an outlet for his anger. He waved his hand violently, and the books on the bookshelf scattered one after another. He grabbed a book and tore it hard, as if he wanted to dissipate all the injustice and betrayal with the shredding of the paper.
Tearing and tearing, Shen Xing's heart did not get the slightest comfort.
He realized that such behavior was nothing but self-deception.
So he stopped what he was doing and began to pack his bag silently. Each item carried a memory, but at this moment, he could only seal them one by one, bid farewell to the past, and embark on a new journey.
After finishing the cleaning, Shen Xing felt a wave of fatigue coming over him. He went to the kitchen and wanted to drink some water to quench his thirst, but he didn't expect that this action would be the beginning of his nightmare.
After drinking a few bowls of water, his head began to feel extremely heavy and the world in front of him began to blur. He tried hard to stand, but eventually fell to the ground weakly and fell into a deep sleep.
When Shen Xing opened his eyes again, he found himself tied to a chair, his hands were tightly bound, and he felt severe pain in his wrists.
He looked down and saw blood gushing out of it, obviously someone had cut off his blood vessels. What frightened him even more was that he found that the room he was in was already ablaze and filled with thick smoke, and the house was being engulfed by a raging fire.
"What...what's going on?" Shen Xing's heart was filled with fear and confusion. He tried to recall everything that happened before he passed out, but he only remembered that he lost consciousness after drinking a few bowls of water. Could it be...someone put drugs in his water tank?
Just as Shen Xing was falling into despair, he vaguely heard bursts of noise coming from outside the door.
Did the villagers discover the fire and rush to put it out? Or were those who wanted to harm him just standing outside, watching and admiring their handiwork?
Shen Xing used all his strength to break free, but his hands were tied too tightly and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch the fire getting bigger and bigger, approaching him step by step. At this critical moment of life and death, he felt an unprecedented desire to survive.
He knew that he couldn't give up just like that, he had to live on, to expose the true identities of those behind the scenes, and to seek justice for himself!
The fire raged wildly in the house like a wild beast out of control. Every book turned into fuel, making the fire even more fierce.
Shen Xing's face was as pale as paper. Sweat and blood mixed together, sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the hot ground, and evaporating instantly.
He gasped for breath, and every breath seemed to burn his lungs, but he still struggled tenaciously, trying to break free from the ropes that bound his freedom.
"No... I can't give up like this..." Shen Xing muttered to himself. He twisted his body hard and pulled the rope with both hands desperately. His fingers turned white due to excessive force and even began to tremble.
Finally, after a burst of heart-wrenching pain, the rope broke and he regained his freedom, but the price was a shocking wound on his wrist. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.
"Ah!" Shen Xing groaned in pain. He tried to stand up, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and could not support his body at all. He could only kneel on the ground and crawl forward with all his strength. Every step seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, exhausting all his strength.
"Help... Help..." Shen Xing's voice was weak and hoarse. He looked outside the door, hoping someone could hear his cry for help, but there was only raging flames and howling wind outside, as if the whole world had forgotten him.
At this moment, the beams and pillars in the house began to creak. They gradually lost their support under the scorching flames. Shen Xing looked up in horror and saw a thick beam swaying and falling towards him. He tried desperately to dodge, but his body seemed to be nailed to the ground and could not move.
"No! Don't!" Shen Xing closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the arrival of death.
However, just when he thought he was about to be crushed into a meat pie by the beam, the beam suddenly changed direction and hit the bookcase next to him hard.
The bookcase shattered into pieces in an instant, and the books scattered all over the floor, intertwining with the flames and turning into ashes.
Shen Xing felt a violent shock. He struggled to get up, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
He looked at the raging flames and the gradually collapsing roof, feeling helpless and desperate. He knew that there was no chance for him to escape.
"Why...why do you do this to me..." Shen Xing muttered to himself, tears and blood mixed together, blurring his vision. He felt his life gradually slipping away, just like those books devoured by the flames, turning into nothingness.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Xing slowly opened his eyes, his sight passing through the blurry blood and tears and focusing on his own scarred hands.
Blood continued to flow out from the wound on his wrist, dripping onto the charred ground, making a subtle but harsh sound, and each drop was like an echo of the endless sorrow in his heart.
With trembling hands, he tried to cover the surging wound, but found it was in vain. The blood still flowed mercilessly, just like his life which could not be saved at this moment.
He felt as if time had frozen at this moment, yet it also seemed to be speeding up, with every second of time passing by with the passing of life.
Shen Xing's heart was filled with unprecedented emptiness and despair. All the hard work and beautiful visions of the future turned to ashes and scattered with the wind. He seemed to be in an endless void, and everything around him became blurred and distant.
At this moment, a strange scene appeared before his eyes - the books that were devoured by the flames actually jumped up in the firelight. They seemed to have life and turned into black butterflies, dancing in the air.
These "butterflies" flew higher and higher, and there were more and more of them, eventually surrounding Shen Xing completely and bringing him into a dream woven by books and flames.