Chapter 752 The Nightmare Is Coming

The night was as dark as thick ink, and everything was silent.

Sang Yunlei was wearing a black nightgown, with a piece of black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light.

He stood outside the courtyard wall of his uncle Wan Henghua's house, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his pounding heart.

He thought in his heart that his uncle Wan Henghua was already an old man in his twilight years, and Xier was just a woman, so he had enough confidence to deal with it easily.

He crouched down, rushed to the bottom of the courtyard wall in a few steps, then supported himself on the wall with both hands, kicked his legs hard, and lightly climbed over the courtyard wall.

He squatted on the top of the wall, vigilantly observing the movement in the yard.

At this time, Wan Henghua, who was sleeping in the room, seemed to notice something strange.

He was a very light sleeper, and even the slightest sound could wake him up from his sleep. He opened his eyes slightly, frowned in the dark, and shouted loudly: "Who is outside?"

Sang Yunlei was startled when he heard his uncle's voice.

He didn't expect his uncle to be so alert and wake up so quickly.

His body trembled slightly, but soon calmed down. He cursed in his heart: "This old thing has a very sharp ear."

He jumped down from the top of the wall lightly, without making a sound when he landed.

Wan Henghua was full of doubts.

He frowned, struggled to sit up from the bed, lit the oil lamp beside the bed, and the dim light sprinkled at the door.

He asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Why are you covering your face? What do you want to do?"

Sang Yunlei stood at the door and saw his uncle's terrified look, and an inexplicable pleasure surged in his heart.

Wan Henghua's face became solemn, and his eyes stared at Sang Yunlei sharply.

He quickly walked to the corner, grabbed the dusty pole, and held it tightly in his hand, as if holding a weapon to protect himself.

He walked out with steady steps, and the pole trembled slightly in his hand, showing his inner tension and anger.

Sang Yunlei watched his uncle come out with a carrying pole, and there was a little panic in his heart, but it was quickly covered by his crazy desire.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Why is it so difficult for me to get Xier? Now it seems that it can only be bad for my uncle."

Xier's beautiful face kept flashing in his mind, and the flame of desire was burning in his heart, which had completely blinded him with desire.

Sang Yunlei's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he thought to himself that it was useless to say more, and he had to fight quickly.

He didn't plan to talk nonsense anymore, and his legs suddenly exerted force, rushing towards Wan Henghua like a hungry tiger, and reaching out to grab the carrying pole.

Wan Henghua held the carrying pole tightly, waving it with all his strength, trying to stop Sang Yunlei from getting close.

His face was full of anger and pain, and he cursed loudly: "You beast! If you have the guts, take off the mask and fight me openly."

Sang Yunlei said nothing. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill his uncle and get what he wanted.

He dodged the attack of the pole, and when the time came, he punched Wan Henghua in the abdomen.

After being hit, Wan Henghua groaned, but his hand movements did not slow down at all.

His eyes turned red because of anger, and he cursed again: "You wolf-hearted thing, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Sang Yunlei still didn't speak, but continued to attack. His expression was ferocious, and every move was full of ruthlessness. His heart was completely occupied by desire, and family affection was thrown out of his mind at this moment.

Sang Yunlei's eyes were bloodshot, veins on his forehead bulged, and his hands trembled slightly because of excessive force.

After a fierce struggle, he finally took the pole.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos, and the flame of desire was burning in his heart, burning the only remaining trace of reason.

He raised the carrying pole high, and the carrying pole flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

He roared, and used all his strength to smash the carrying pole violently on Wan Henghua's head.

With a muffled "bang", Wan Henghua's body collapsed, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief and despair.

Sang Yunlei looked at his uncle lying on the ground, his breathing was rapid and disordered.

A cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen his bright future.

He threw the carrying pole aside, glanced at his dead uncle, and said coldly: "You forced me to do this, uncle."

After Sang Yunlei dealt with his uncle Wan Henghua, his chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes flashed with crazy and hot light. His hands still retained the tension when he just snatched the carrying pole, but at this time he could no longer care about it.

He hurriedly ran towards the wing room, and kept repeating in his heart: "Xier, my Xier, you must be in there."

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if he had seen Xier's beautiful face.

While running, he secretly thought in his heart: "Haha, I will see Xier soon. As long as I get her, everything will be worth it."

His face was filled with excitement, which was a kind of madness driven by desire.

When he came to the door of the wing room, he couldn't wait to reach out and push the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, his eyes searched the room eagerly.

Tuoba Yu lay quietly on the bed, her breathing even and gentle, immersed in a sweet dream.

The sounds of fighting and cursing outside seemed to be isolated in another world, and she slept very deeply.

Sang Yunlei's footsteps were very light, but when he approached the bed, Tuoba Yu still noticed it.

Her eyelids moved and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the hazy vision, she saw a masked black shadow standing by her bed. Her heart suddenly shrank, and a strong fear surged into her heart.

Her body subconsciously shrank back, leaning against the corner of the bed, and asked in a trembling voice: "You... Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Her eyes were wide open, looking at Sang Yunlei in horror, her hands tightly grasping the quilt, as if that was her only protection.

Sang Yunlei stood there, his eyes flashing a strange light in the dark.

He looked at Tuoba Yu's terrified look, without a trace of pity in his heart, and just said coldly: "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that your fate is about to change."

His voice was hoarse and low, with a chilling gloom.

Tuoba Yu's face was pale, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes were full of terrified tears.

Sang Yunlei looked at Tuoba Yu's frightened look, and the evil thoughts in his heart became stronger.

He let out a disgusting laugh, and then began to swear.

With evil eyes, he approached Tuoba Yu step by step, saying, "Hey, little beauty, your cute look really makes me itch."

Tuoba Yu wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, and cried in a crying voice: "You dirty bastard, if you come close to me again, I will fight you!"

Sang Yunlei didn't care at all. He licked his lips and continued to tease, "Oh, it's quite fierce. But I like to tame little wild cats like you. You can't escape from my palm today, just obey me."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the quilt on Tuoba Yu's body.

Tuoba Yu's heart was full of despair. She thought to herself: "How could I meet such a demon? Am I really going to suffer this disaster today?"

She struggled desperately, trying to avoid Sang Yunlei's invasion.

In the quiet room of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Youzhou, Xi Yu lay quietly on the bed, immersed in his sleep.

Suddenly, his body shook violently, and then he jumped up from the bed.

His eyes were wide open, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was panic-stricken.

His chest was heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced an extremely terrible thing.

His hands were tightly grasping his hair, and the scenes from the nightmare just now kept appearing in his mind.

"No, this is impossible, it's just a dream, a nightmare." Xi Yu kept muttering in his heart.

His voice was a little trembling, and he said to himself: "How could I have such a dream, how could Tuoba Yu fall off the cliff?"

Xi Yu's face was still horrified, and his eyes were a little absent-minded, as if he was still immersed in the fear brought by the nightmare.

At this time, the patrolling soldiers outside heard the movement and knocked on the door and asked: "Prime Minister, is there anything unusual?"

Hearing the patrolling soldiers outside asking, he tried to calm himself down and said: "I had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."

The soldier looked at Xi Yu with concern, and he was hesitant to speak.

Xi Yu frowned, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and asked, "What time is it now?"

The soldier replied respectfully, "Prime Minister, it's just past three o'clock."

Xi Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm his expression. He waved his hand and said to the soldier, "I have nothing to do, you can leave."

The soldiers looked at each other, and although they were a little worried, they still saluted respectfully and turned away.

The room was silent again. Xi Yu stood alone, and the scene of Tuoba Yu falling off the cliff in his nightmare kept appearing in his mind.

He frowned, walked slowly to the table, and began to fiddle with the tea set with his hands trembling slightly.

He gently picked up the teapot, put the tea leaves into the pot, and thought to himself while pouring water: "This is just a dream, maybe I have been too tired recently."

He picked up a cup of brewed tea, blew it gently, looked at the rising hot steam, and said to himself: "Tuoba Yu, I hope you are well."

Then, he took a sip of tea, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, just like his mood at the moment.

On the other side, there was a voice in Tuoba Yu's heart shouting: "You can't sit and wait for death, you must resist!" Her eyes gradually became firm from the initial panic.

She suddenly got up from the bed, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and faced Sang Yunlei.

Sang Yunlei was stunned when he saw that Tuoba Yu dared to resist, and then he laughed arrogantly: "Haha, little beauty, you still want to resist? You are really overestimating yourself."

Tuoba Yu ignored his ridicule, and she said to herself in her heart: "I can't let this evil thief succeed."

She took a deep breath and then acted quickly.

During the fight, Tuoba Yu was surprised to find that his body seemed to have some kind of instinct, and many moves were used naturally.

There was an expression of disbelief on her face, and she was thinking: "What's going on? How do I know these moves? Is it because the body's potential is stimulated in times of crisis?"

Sang Yunlei was beaten back repeatedly by Tuobayu's sudden and exquisite moves. His face turned ugly and he roared: "How can you do this? Impossible!"

Tuobayu said while attacking: "Evil thief, this is God punishing you for me, you can never succeed."

Her eyes shone with confidence, and her whole aura was completely different from before.

Tuobayu's eyes became as cold as a cold pool, her moves became faster and faster, and her moves became more and more fierce.

She stepped forward, stretched out her hands, and strangled Sang Yunlei's neck.

Sang Yunlei's eyes widened in an instant, and he struggled in horror. He had no idea that this woman who usually seemed weak could be so powerful.

His face turned red, he had difficulty breathing, and he began to beg for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Spare... spare my life, I... I don't dare anymore."

Tuobayu frowned. When she heard the familiar voice, doubts arose in her heart.

Some thoughts quickly flashed through her mind, and an ominous premonition enveloped her.

She gritted her teeth and quickly reached out to remove the other party's mask.

When the familiar face appeared in front of her eyes, Tuobayu's eyes widened in shock, and her hands unconsciously let go.

She said in disbelief: "Sang Yunlei, it's you! You're such a crazy guy."

Sang Yunlei slumped on the ground, coughing non-stop. He raised his head with a hint of cunning and regret in his eyes. He whispered: "Xi'er, I...I was carried away by desire. I know I was wrong."

Tuobayu's eyes flashed with anger. She pointed at Sang Yunlei and cursed loudly: "You are worse than a pig or a dog. How could you do such a thing?"

Tuobayu's face instantly turned pale, and a strong smell of blood penetrated her nasal cavity.

Her heart twitched suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to her.

She ran outside in panic. When she saw Wan Henghua's lifeless body, her body shook violently, as if she had been struck by lightning.

She stood there blankly, her eyes filled with tears and anger.

After a while, she slowly turned around and stared at Sang Yunlei fiercely. Her voice became sharp with anger: "Sang Yunlei, what is going on? How did the adoptive father die? Tell me clearly!"

Sang Yunlei's body kept shaking. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Tuobayu's angry eyes.

Tears burst into Tuobayu's eyes, and she roared angrily: "You beast! Your uncle is so kind to you, but you actually committed such a vicious attack. You will be punished!"

She clenched her hands into fists, wanting to rush forward and tear Sang Yunlei into pieces.

Sang Yunlei knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "I really know that I was wrong. I was confused for a moment. I will surrender to the government. I just ask you to forgive me."

Tuobayu's eyes were red, and anger was burning in her heart like a raging fire. She looked at Sang Yunlei, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, without any mercy in her heart.

"People like you don't deserve to be forgiven at all." Tuobayu gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Her eyes were cold and decisive, giving Sang Yunlei no chance to defend himself.

She struck quickly and used all her strength to end Sang Yunlei's life with one blow.

Seeing Sang Yunlei fall to the ground, Tuobayu's body trembled slightly.

She stood there, her eyes a little empty, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

She thought silently in her heart: "The skill I just had is definitely not something that an ordinary person can achieve. Before I lost my memory, I must have been a highly skilled person in martial arts."

She looked down at her hands, as if she saw her former self in them.

She whispered to herself: "It turns out that I still have such a past, but why did I lose my memory?"

She frowned, trying hard to recall even a fragment of the past, but there was only endless blank space in her mind.

Tuobayu's eyes were full of pain and self-blame, and she ran outside like crazy.

When she saw Wan Henghua's cold body again, her legs softened and she knelt down directly on the ground.

She covered her face tightly with her hands, tears pouring out from between her fingers like a flood.

Her shoulders kept shaking, and she let out a painful whimper: "It's all my fault, how could I sleep so deeply."

She lay on Wan Henghua's body and cried in a hoarse voice: "Such a big thing happened outside, but I didn't know it at all. I am so useless. If I could wake up early, maybe my adoptive father would be here Won't……"

Her voice sounded particularly sad in this silent night.

She gently stroked Wan Henghua's face, but the familiar outline was now lifeless.

That night, Tuobayu fell into deep self-blame.

She bit her lip and held the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, and the darkness seemed like the abyss in her heart at the moment.

She felt that all this tragedy seemed to be caused by her.

She decided to keep vigil for Wan Henghua in the yard. Although Wan Henghua had passed away, she hoped to express her guilt and memorial in this way.

Although she didn't get along with Wan Henghua for a long time, in her heart, Wan Henghua was like a relative like her biological father.

There were still traces of tears on her face, and the pain and self-blame in her eyes were clearly visible. She hugged herself with her hands, as if this could give her some comfort.

She recalled Wan Henghua's kind smile and the gentle tone he always spoke to her.

Her voice was a little choked: "I really regarded you as a relative, but I failed to protect you." (End of this chapter)