The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 255: 255: Xu Fang regains memory, all the truths (one more update)

The flower room was dark when a shadow sneaked in and hid behind the door’s flower rack.

That shadow could only be Lord Black Impermanence.

Luo Changde dug with a shovel a few times before squatting down to dig with his hands. From Zhou Xufang’s perspective, she could only see his back and his frantic digging.

Without warning, a burst of flame suddenly appeared before her eyes, and a fierce fire started all around.

Outside the flower room, someone broke in with a bang, kicking open the door.

“Housekeeper Tang.”

Eight years ago, Luo Changde wasn’t so thin and was quite robust.

Tang Guangji, seeing it was him, was shocked, “Young master, with such a big fire, why have you come in too?”

He said, eyes reflecting the towering flames, “Give me the person.”

The person on his back was barely conscious, and Tang Guangji, careful to avoid the still-burning wooden flower rack, said, “I’ll carry her, you get out quickly, the fire is getting bigger.”

“Give me the person.” The smoke filled the area, and Luo Changde’s voice was hoarse, he threw away the towel covering his nose and mouth and picked up a steel rebar from the ground.

The rebar dragged on the ground, making a grating sound.

Tang Guangji was immediately on guard, “You’re not here to save her.” As he backed away, still carrying the person, he looked wary, “What are you trying to do?”

He had no patience left, irritable and gloomy, “I told you to give me the person.”

He was not here to save but to harm…

Tang Guangji set Luo San down and shook her forcefully to rouse her from near unconsciousness: “Luo San! Luo San!”

She struggled to open her eyes.

Tang Guangji gripped her shoulder, trying to get her to come to, “Hide behind the flower rack, quickly go.”

She was dazed, nodded, and staggered backwards.

Bang!

Luo Changde shut the wooden door of the flower house, and in the semi-glass flower room spanning over a hundred square meters, thick smoke billowed.

Hiss—

Hiss—

Hiss—

The sound of the rebar dragging grew closer, more piercing to the ears.

Tang Guangji glanced back at the girl behind him, turned, and lunged at Luo Changde, but being too long in the fire himself, his steps were unsteady, and Luo Changde shoved him aside.

The flower rack was right in front of them. Luo San stumbled, fell to the ground, completely out of strength, she tried to get up several times but couldn’t, slowly crawling forward. Just as she was near the flower rack, a hand reached from behind, grabbing her ankle tightly.

It was Luo Changde.

He squatted on the ground, gripping her foot, dragging her back. She was terrified, kicking wildly, whimpering.

Luo Changde said, “Stop screaming.”

He raised the rebar in his hand, and just then, Tang Guangji, on the ground, got up and picked up a chair, smashing it down from behind.

Luo Changde was struck hard on the back and stumbled forward.

Tang Guangji quickly pulled Luo San up and pushed her toward the door, “Run!”

She shook her head, open her mouth but made no sound, she was saying: let’s go together.

Tang Guangji shouted at her, “Run!”

Unsteady, she leaned against the scorching glass of the flower house and pointed behind Tang Guangji, “Tang, Uncle, go, now.” Her words seemed torn from her throat, dry and hoarse.

Tang Guangji turned and saw Luo Changde behind him, the steel rebar already raised in his hand, his eyes scorched red by the fire: “You can still talk?”

That meant she needed to die.

Tang Guangji grabbed his waist, rushing him backward into the flower rack behind, holding him tightly and looking back to shout at Luo San, “Run!”

“Go!”

She wouldn’t run, but stumbled forward, and as Luo Changde’s rebar fell, she grabbed his hand, “Don’t hit Uncle Tang.”

Tang Guangji, with red eyes, still yelling, told her to go.

Luo Changde swung forcefully, throwing her to the ground, raised the steel rebar, and smashed it down on Tang Guangji’s back. Tang Guangji fell to the ground, unable to get up, still shouting, “Luo San, run…”

The rebar, heated by high temperatures, burned to the touch. Luo Changde put on gloves from the flower rack and walked over, holding the half-meter-long rebar, and said, ‘This is all your fault,’ his eyes red, he forcefully smashed Tang Guangji’s head.

Luo Changde was prone to outbursts, and Luo Yinghe was just like him.

On the second strike, his leg was grabbed by someone.

“Stop.” A fourteen-year-old girl, very small, short, and thin, used all her strength to pull at his leg, “Don’t hit him.”

Her voice was rough, sobbing, “Don’t hit him, don’t hit him…”

Luo Changde squatted down, eyes red and completely irrational, pinched her shoulder. “This is all your fault.”

She desperately shook her head, “I won’t tell, I won’t speak out.”

“Initially thought you were mute, but it turns out you can talk, you won’t speak out?” He couldn’t believe her, “Only the dead truly keep secrets.”

He grabbed her clothes, his hand moving from the thin shoulder of the girl to her neck.

Tang Guangji, lying on the ground, struggled to his feet, all bloodied at the back of his neck, forcefully pushed Luo San away and seized the steel bar from Luo Changde’s hand.

“Luo Changde,” Tang Guangji cursed, “Beast!”

Tigers don’t eat their cubs, let alone humans.

Luo Changde kicked him away. Tang Guangji crashed into the flower rack, all the flowerpots above fell, hitting Tang Guangji on the head and body, the flower rack teetered twice, then crashed down on him.

“Uncle Tang!”

The real wood flower rack, tall as a wall, could crush bones to bits.

Tang Guangji lay on the ground, face covered in blood.

Luo San crawled over, undeterred by the heat, barehanded she tried to pull the flower rack, but it was too heavy, she couldn’t move it. “Someone, is there anyone?”

“Save him, please save him…”

Her hands blistered from the heat, she didn’t feel the pain, numbly she kept pushing the burning flower rack, crying out for Uncle Tang, but Tang Guangji no longer responded.

Luo Changde grabbed her by the nape, dragging her away.

She kicked and hit him, struggling to get up, but he pressed her down with the searing rebar on her shoulder.

She was terrified of him, shivering as she cried out, “Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang—”

Luo Changde pressed his knee against her flailing legs, “Stop yelling.”

She kept yelling for Jiang Zhi, calling out to him continuously.

Jiang Zhi had once said, “If someone bullies you, call for me, and I’ll come to help you.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi…”

Luo Changde, driven to even greater fury by her cries, groped on the ground for a hammer, “I told you not to yell!” He picked up the hammer and forcefully drove the rebar down.

Just once, and blood surged out.

Her legs stopped moving, she took a deep breath that stuck in her throat, reaching out, “Save, save,” pointing at the flower rack, “Tang, Tang…”

In Luo Changde’s eyes, there was no reflection, only a gleam of blood, only shades of red.

His head was covered in sweat, blood coursing rapidly over his bulging veins, “It’ll be over soon.”

“Soon you’ll be freed.”

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

With each strike, the hammer hit the rebar.

Gradually, the girl on the ground stopped struggling, her hand drooping down, motionless.

The fire grew stronger, reflecting a figure in the glass of the greenhouse, covering his mouth and nose, hiding behind the flower rack, it was Ah Bin…

Countless fragments collided in Zhou Xufang’s brain, those memories buried deep resurfacing, she felt a splitting headache, lost her balance slightly, and bumped into a flowerpot behind her.

Clang—

Luo Changde suddenly turned around, “Who’s there!”

In his hand, he held the section of rebar that had once been nailed into her body, now covered with rust.

In the dim light, Zhou Xufang saw those eyes filled with panic, grimness, agitation, and in an instant, a flicker of murderous intent.

Such a gaze, she had seen it before outside Luo Changde’s bedroom.

The door wasn’t closed tightly, leaving a crack.

Inside the room, Luo Changde had his wife of the Xiao Family pressed against the sofa, his mood violently erratic and furious, “Speak, why aren’t you speaking?”

His hand moved from her shoulder to her neck.

“Go tell others, it was I who violated Zhou Qingmeng.” He choked the Xiao Family’s wife, bellowing, “Go on! Go ahead!”

The Xiao Family’s wife struggled, whimpering.

Luo Changde pried open her mouth with one hand while grabbing a jar of sleeping pills from the coffee table with the other, biting it open and shoving the entire jar into her mouth, “I told you to speak, I told you!”

Sleeping pills the size of beans scattered all over the ground.

The Xiao Family’s wife coughed a few times, then stopped struggling.

Only then did Luo Changde regain his senses, and suddenly there was a clang from outside.

He turned around, “Who’s there!”

It was that same look, filled with panic, grimness, agitation, and a flicker of murderous intent in an instant.

He pushed the door open, seeing no one, only a clump of foxtail grass on the floor.

“Who’s out there?” Luo Changde raised the flashlight on his phone, lighting up the entrance of the flower rack.

Again, there was silence behind the flower rack.

He gripped the rusty section of rebar, stepping forward.

Suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the dimness, supporting herself on the flower rack, her steps wobbly.

The greenhouse lights were off, making it too dark to clearly see the person; Luo Changde eyed her warily, “Who are you?”

Zhou Xufang lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot in the darkness, she said, “I am Luo San.” The Luo San you nailed here with a rebar.

Dead people don’t come back to life, naturally Luo Changde didn’t believe, “Who are you really?”

Zhou Xufang stepped out, approaching step by step, “The wronged spirit you killed.”

He abruptly raised the rusty section of rebar.

Clang!

The door to the greenhouse was kicked open, Jiang Zhi stormed in, knocking Luo Changde to the ground with a kick, his face masked, pulling Zhou Xufang behind the flower rack.

“Don’t come, you never listen.” Jiang Zhi held back his voice, both angry and anxious, “You’re not obedient at all.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

She called out to him once, then suddenly her legs gave, sinking to the ground.

Jiang Zhi immediately supported her, “What’s wrong?” Worried she might be hurt, he became frantic, “What’s wrong, Fang Bao?”

Outside, police sirens sounded.

Luo Changde tried to rise, but Jiang Zhi went over and gave a hard kick to his stomach, Luo Changde cried out in pain, doubling over, unable to rise.

Only then did Jiang Zhi scoop up Zhou Xufang, exiting the Luo Family greenhouse, taking a shortcut through the back of the yard, leading her up to the loft where she had once lived.

The loft door was unlocked, the light broken, the wooden bed covered in dust; Jiang Zhi laid Zhou Xufang on the bed.

“Xu Fang.”

She appeared lost and dazed, her eyes dull.

Jiang Zhi held her shoulders, “Tell me, what’s wrong?”

He called her “Fang Bao” twice before she came to her senses, the blood in her eyes fading somewhat, slightly flushed, “Jiang Zhi, I remember everything.”

Jiang Zhi knelt before her, removing her mask, tilting his head up touching her face, “Remembered what?”

The moonlight streamed in, her complexion pale, her lips trembling slightly, “He killed someone, I saw it.” She grasped Jiang Zhi’s hands, “He killed his wife.”