sbdcsierra Chapter 500 Instinctively stopped
Chapter 500 Instinctively stopped
Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, Su Ming's heart was already roiling. His intuition told him that every word spoken by this seemingly omnipotent man contained a massive trap.
The man didn't answer immediately, but seemed to be waiting for Su Ming's reaction. He stood there, as if waiting for a coming storm.
"Okay." Su Ming finally decided not to waste any more time. "I don't care how much you know. Zheng Yaoxian is seriously injured and needs immediate medical attention. I don't believe you when you say you can save him, but if you really have a way, then take us there quickly."
His words were emotionless, but the nervous anxiety in his eyes was unmistakable. With every passing minute, Zheng Yaoxian's injuries worsened, and Su Ming grew increasingly anxious. He didn't want to believe anything the man said, especially those that implied they were being manipulated, but the current situation forced him to make a decision.
"Okay." The man finally nodded calmly, as if he had already expected Su Ming to make this choice. "Follow me," he said, turning around and starting to walk forward.
Although Su Ming's heart was filled with doubt, he had no other choice at this moment. He gritted his teeth, gritting his teeth, and looked down at Zheng Yaoxian's wound. The blood was no longer bright red, but gradually turned dark red. Blood flowed down Zheng Yaoxian's neck and solidified on his clothes, adding an infinite amount of heaviness and silence to the street.
"Ming..." Zheng Yaoxian's weak voice rang out again, low and hoarse, filled with unbearable pain. "What...what are you doing? Don't listen to him..."
Su Ming's heart suddenly tightened. He lowered his head and looked at Zheng Yaoxian's pale face, pain written all over it. His hand was still pressing tightly against Zheng Yaoxian's shoulder, feeling the warmth gradually fading away. Zheng Yaoxian's hand trembled slightly, as if desperately grasping something. He wanted to say something, but his breath was unstable, and in the end he could only groan softly.
"You must survive, Yaoxian." Su Ming's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it was full of determination and urgency. "I will definitely help you survive. No matter what happens, I will definitely save you."
When Zheng Yaoxian heard his words, he opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything else. He just nodded slightly, with a trace of fatigue in his eyes, as if it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to even see Su Ming's eyes clearly.
"Let's go." Su Ming stood up abruptly, took a deep breath, and followed the man out. Every step seemed to drag down his heavy heart, and his footsteps echoed in the empty streets, getting farther and farther away.
Ahead lay unknown dangers and a "helper" he had never encountered. Every step felt like stepping into a bottomless black hole. Su Ming couldn't help but ponder this man's words. What exactly was he trying to convince him of? Was he truly doing this for Zheng Yaoxian's own good, or was there something else at play?
He needed time, time to think things through, to find the loopholes in this person's words. But now, time was running out.
Su Ming no longer knew how long he had walked. His steps grew heavier, and the panting behind him grew weaker. Zheng Yaoxian's condition was worse than Su Ming had anticipated. Drops of blood dripped onto the ground, as if hastening the passage of time. Every time he looked down at him, Su Ming couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. He had thought about countless scenarios, about escaping from the desperate situation, about taking Zheng Yaoxian with him to live. But every thought seemed so insignificant and powerless under the sneer and shadow of the man before him.
He had no time to think further, and could only force himself to look away again and again, and continue to follow the man. Every step seemed to tear Su Ming's heart apart, and his steps became slower and slower.
As his pace grew more rapid, Su Ming's heart gradually lost its balance. Each step carried a heavy burden, and every time he looked down, he could see Zheng Yaoxian's pale, pained face. Every breath felt like being hammered by a heavy hammer, filled with endless anxiety and anger. He knew that time was running out, the hourglass of life was ticking, and yet he still couldn't find any way to change the status quo.
The man remained silent, his steps firm, as if he had everything under control. Su Ming was forced to follow, his inner torment and anxiety deepening. Every time Zheng Yaoxian let out a low moan, Su Ming felt his heart ripped apart, as if every painful gasp was an accusation of his powerlessness.
"Bear with it a little longer, Yaoxian." He held Zheng Yaoxian's hand tightly, trying his best to stay calm. "I promised you that I wouldn't let you die."
Zheng Yaoxian remained silent. His eyes were filled with deep fatigue, as if he had lost even the strength to resist. Su Ming felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he forced himself to raise his head, staring intently at the road ahead. The road before him twisted and turned, surrounded by the empty ruins of the city. The air was filled with dullness and despair, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"You chose this path," the man suddenly said, his voice still calm. "If you hadn't followed my lead, you two might have died here."
"Are you threatening me?" Su Ming felt a surge of anger, nearly bursting out. But he knew this was not the time to get angry, even though his emotions were already on the verge of collapse.
The man didn't respond, simply quickening his pace and moving forward. Su Ming ignored him, staring down at Zheng Yaoxian's wound, silently quickening his pace. With every step, he pondered, his mind reeling. The man's words echoed in his mind—was everything about them truly a setup by someone else? If so, then who had they been fighting for? Why had he repeatedly chosen to trust, to sacrifice so much? He no longer dared to dwell on the uncertain answers. Instead, he walked faster and faster, hoping that this journey would soon be over.
After walking for a long time, the surrounding streets remained deserted and silent, their dilapidated state remaining. Su Ming's vision finally began to blur, his inner anxiety weighing on him, making it almost impossible to breathe. Suddenly, a shabby shop caught his eye. It was a small, unremarkable shop, its glass windows covered in dust, making it impossible to see inside. However, as he approached, his eyes stumbled upon a newspaper stuck to the glass, just above the window.
"Newspaper?" Su Ming's heart moved and he stopped almost instinctively.
He instinctively walked forward and opened the window. Several weathered newspapers fluttered in the wind, seemingly carelessly abandoned. Suddenly, one of them caught Su Ming's eye.