Chapter 2

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“Bang...”

With a loud crash, a figure was thrown by a speeding car, drawing an arc in the air before landing next to a trash can, rolling a few times, and lying still on the ground.

“Screech!” The harsh sound of emergency brakes echoed as a black car stopped by the roadside. Through the car window, a cold gaze glanced at the body lying on the ground, the dark red blood slowly spreading, like a blooming red rose.

“Oh... someone's dead..."

“He was hit and killed..."

Pedestrians on the roadside panicked and screamed. Some called for an ambulance, while others coldly avoided the scene, hoping not to get involved. Some even vomited on the side.

The engine of the black car roared and sped towards the end of the road. As it passed through the traffic lights, it exploded with a loud boom, flames shooting up, the car and its occupant destroyed, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

This explosion in the bustling Jingji area quickly drew public attention. After thorough investigations, the case was finally revealed to be another tragedy caused by the offspring of the elite. The public had long been indifferent to such outcomes. What made this case different was that the victim was one of the elite.

“Tragedy, a male student from a certain school, Ning Wuxie, got into an argument with a classmate over a girl, and in a fit of rage, ran over and killed the classmate. He then detonated a homemade bomb in his car, committing suicide!”

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“Revenge...”

“Finally, revenge...”

In the darkness, Ning Wuxie groaned weakly, his mind filled with blood and madness. In his muttering, he fell into a coma.

Ning Wuxie had a very strange dream. He dreamed of himself becoming two people.

One was Ning Wuxie, who transformed from a weak student into a killing madman for revenge. In the dream, he was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, with a solitary personality. Despite this, he excelled academically and was admitted to the prestigious Jingji University, the dream of countless Chinese students.

There, he met a beautiful girl. However, a second-generation elite from Jingji also had his eye on her and repeatedly threatened Ning Wuxie to stay away from her, using all kinds of coercion and inducements.

Despite this, the girl remained loyal to Ning Wuxie. Eventually, the second-generation elite lost patience and drugged the girl in the water, raping her.

When the girl woke up and realized what had happened, she was devastated. She left a suicide note for Ning Wuxie and jumped to her death. Ning Wuxie, with his solitary personality, had been mocked since childhood. The girl was his only friend and the love of his life. Her death ignited the hidden fire in his heart, and he was consumed by the desire for revenge.

Finally, after meticulous planning, he sent the second-generation elite to heaven and then met his own end in the flames, following the girl.

The other Ning Wuxie was a teenager living in a mountain village, with a poor family, loving parents, and a mentally challenged brother.

At the age of fifteen, his father died of typhoid, leaving his elderly mother and mentally challenged brother to fend for themselves.

At sixteen, on the 15th day of the first lunar month, a disaster struck. While admiring the moon, the teenager suddenly lost his sanity, plunging into a world of blood and madness. The last thing that remained in his dream was his mother's desperate cries.

“Zhongyuan... Zhongyuan... Zhongyuan...”

In Ning Wuxie's ears, his mother's piercing voice, like a lone wolf that had lost its offspring, cut into his heart like a knife. He had never felt such warmth in the orphanage, and it resonated deeply within him.

“Mother... Mother...”

In those cries, Ning Wuxie slowly opened his tearful eyes, his lips moving to utter the words he had never spoken before.

Mother, a simple word for most people, felt like a thousand pounds to Ning Wuxie. When he was mocked as a "bastard" and "an orphan without parents," he often lay awake at night, like a wounded animal, longing for his parents' love.

In the dream, his mother's cries woke him from his daze. Severe pain spread throughout his body, making him gasp.

“Sigh... cough... cough...”

A light cough, Ning Wuxie spat out a mouthful of blood. The intense pain made his eyes water, his head throb, and his body felt as if it had been whipped, with blood trickling down his forehead and drying on his face.

He moved his body slightly and realized his hands and feet were tied with grass ropes, lying in a pile of hay. The surroundings were very dark, and he could barely see, but it seemed he was in a low, dim room. Outside, the sounds of insects and the wind rustling through the trees could be heard.

“Where am I? Shouldn't I be dead? That homemade bomb should have been enough to destroy a car.”

Ning Wuxie was puzzled, but the intense pain constantly reminded him that he was still alive. Do dead people feel pain?

He shifted his body to a more comfortable position, but with his hands and feet tied, he could only move slowly like a worm. Each movement brought more pain, making him gasp.

After a while, Ning Wuxie lay in the hay, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily in the small room, which smelled of dry hay and blood. It took him a long time to calm down.

His solitary nature had already accustomed him to such dark rooms. Listening to the insect sounds outside, Ning Wuxie began to consider his situation.

Clearly, he was still alive, a fact he could not deny, having survived the explosion of a five-kilogram homemade bomb.

Then he was kidnapped. By whom?

It must be related to the second-generation elite. In Ning Wuxie's memory, that elite should have died. So, were his parents seeking revenge? But why go to such lengths? A single shot would have been more satisfying. Did they want to torture him?

Ning Wuxie couldn't understand. And where was he?

The insect sounds and the wind through the trees could not be in Jingji. In recent years, China had developed rapidly, and Jingji had become a megacity, with buildings occupying all the land. There was no such quiet environment.

Ning Wuxie knew this sound well. It could only be found in undeveloped rural areas. To seek revenge by bringing him to such a place seemed excessive. To torture him, they could have chosen any place in Jingji, where no one would find out.

These questions filled his mind, making him almost forget the pain in his body.

“Creak...”

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening interrupted Ning Wuxie's thoughts. A crack appeared, and a beam of white light entered the small room, soft but not blinding. The crack quickly widened, and the area illuminated by the moonlight expanded.

In the moonlight, a figure in a short linen robe, dressed like an ancient person, leaped in. The moonlight then disappeared as the door was closed again.

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