Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Tang Qiao's face was still covered in shards of ice, his eyes were sinister, and the knife in his hand was clearly aimed at Shen Chengyin's neck.

If this cut severs Shen Chengyin's head, even a god couldn't save him.

No one expected Tang Qiao to come back to life. When Shen Chengyin faced Su Han, he was completely unprepared for what was behind him, and all he could see was Su Han's shadow.

Su Han raised her hand and fired a shot.

Bang--!!

The gun barrel flashed, and the bullet grazed Shen Chengyin's cheek before hitting Tang Qiao's right eyeball.

The eyeball ruptured, and blood mixed with thick fluid splattered out.

Su Han stood frozen in place, watching Tang Qiao fall backward. A one-inch-long wound on Shen Chengyin's face split open, and blood flowed down his jawline, dripping onto his dark collar.

Su Han was stunned.

Time ticked by, and the villagers who had witnessed everything paused briefly before screaming.

Wang Shoushan rushed forward and covered Lin Qingya's eyes. Men and women screamed and scattered, bumping around like headless flies.

A group of people trapped deep in the mountains had never seen such a bloody scene before.

The barrel was scorching hot, making the entire gun unbearably hot to the touch. My hands and arms were numb from the vibrations. I couldn't even grip the incredibly heavy handle.

I can't hold on to it.

Su Han only realized at this moment that she could breathe.

He began to breathe heavily, his mouth half-open, inhaling deeply through his mouth and nose like a dying fish.

The gun fell from his hand with a thud.

His arms were shaking so badly he couldn't hold the gun steady.

Su Han knelt down with a thud, groping with her mud-covered fingertips to hook the gun back into her hand.

The whole world is shaking.

Everyone was opening their mouths, but he couldn't hear a sound.

Only that gunshot, over and over again, like a slow, agonizing torture, kept playing in his ears, one after another.

Tears welled up on her chin, falling drop by drop to the ground, wetting a small patch of soil.

Time seemed to slow down, and everything was drowned out by the sound of breathing.

Someone knelt before him and placed their hands on his shoulders.

Su Han looked up and met Shen Chengyin's dark eyes.

Blood kept gushing from the man's face, leaving an unsightly red stain.

Su Han shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face. He trembled even more violently, and Shen Chengyin couldn't hold him back.

"Shen Chengyin..."

He trembled, sobbing and shaking.

"What if I hit you?"

What would he do if that shot hit Shen Chengyin in the head?

What should he do?

What should he do?

The pent-up fear finally burst forth, and Su Han nearly collapsed. He cried, he couldn't control himself, and he frantically imagined Shen Chengyin's death.

Imagine yourself piercing the other person's head with your own hands, imagine Shen Chengyin falling like Tang Qiao, imagine that cold corpse with a familiar face.

Shen Chengyin hugged him, holding Su Han's body tightly.

The force was so great that Su Han could not tremble, and Su Han's tears fell one after another onto Shen Chengyin's shoulder.

Warm breath brushed against his ear, Shen Chengyin's voice low and soft, sending chills down one's spine:

"If you hit me, you'll die with me."

He chuckled softly, a hint of manic satisfaction in his voice, a deep desire surging in his eyes.

"Let's die together, okay?"

The man's breathing was no lighter than Su Han's; he felt numb all over, and his smile grew wider and wider.

Shen Chengyin gasped for breath, savoring every moment, and buried his head in Su Han's neck.

His Su Han was worried about him, fearful for him, out of control for him, and heartbroken for him.

Shen Chengyin didn't care about the wounds on his face, nor did he care that the person who had just been shot in the head almost became him.

Village, revenge, destruction.

He doesn't care about anything.

He only cares about the person in his arms. This fear that arose because of him, these tears shed for him.

If he dies, Su Han will have to go to hell with him.

That's what I call perfect.

The surrounding villagers seemed to be frozen in time, all stopping their movements and remaining motionless in strange poses.

The person running lost their balance and fell to the ground, while Wang Shoushan stared blankly into the distance.

After Tang Qiao fell to the ground, his shattered head reassembled itself. Even the charred ends of his hair miraculously returned to normal.

He had just staggered to his feet when he was suddenly pierced through by several huge vines and smashed into pieces amidst a loud bang and dust.

Shen Chengyin didn't even turn his head, as if everything that happened behind him had nothing to do with him.

He held Su Han firmly in his arms.

"You said you would learn to love me."

"You've learned very well, Suhan."

"This is it."

This is.

His voice trembled, carrying a kind of uncontrolled pleasure.

very nice.

He was certain that Su Han loved him.

Nothing could be more joyful than this.

We'll die together.

These words, when they reached Su Han's ears, gradually calmed him down, and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

It took Su Han an unknown amount of time before she finally managed to pull herself out of her state of extreme fear.

He leaned against Shen Chengyin, feeling completely drained of his strength.

It hurt so much, a dense, tearing pain in his chest. It was as if he, someone who had never experienced pain before, had regained the ability to feel it, as if his heart had been pierced.

He turned his head, trying to wipe the bloodstains on Shen Chengyin's cheek with his thumb. But the blood had already dried, and no matter how he wiped, he couldn't get it clean.

Su Han was almost speechless. She opened her mouth, wanting to call Shen Chengyin's name, but no sound came out.

Shen Chengyin pulled the person closer, and replied as if he had heard something, "I'm here."

After a long pause, Su Han whispered, "I want to kiss you."

.........

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As dusk fell, the villagers regained consciousness all at once, and those who had fallen groaned as they got up from the ground.

Wang Shoushan stared at the dim light around him, momentarily lost in thought.

Time flies so fast? Didn't they come in the morning and just cleared out a group of thugs? How come it's already dark?

Lin Qingya pushed Wang Shoushan's hand away and was startled when she saw several thick, green vines not far away.

This is just like her superpower. She's so powerful. She must be the older brother that Shoushan brought back, right?

Lin Qingya curiously walked around the vines. The vines hung limply on the ground, and the area below them was clean and empty.

She caught a glimpse of something shiny out of the corner of her eye, picked it up and took a closer look; it was something she didn't recognize.

She didn't recognize it, so she showed it to the 90-year-old former village chief.

The old man was in good health and had seen a lot. He held the thing in his hand and looked at it for a while, and then his eyes widened.

"You idiot, this is a bullet! Where did you get it?!"

Lin Qingya pointed to the spot where they had just been and said innocently, "I picked it up from the ground."

"No guns or cannons?"

"It's perfectly clean there, there's nothing there," Lin Qingya said innocently.

Wang Shoushan went to that place and carefully examined it, but found nothing unusual.

Apart from what they had previously seized from Tangqiao's forces, there was no other suspicious equipment at the scene.

The old village chief finally breathed a sigh of relief and told everyone to head back home.

Only then did people slowly lead their livestock back home.

As darkness fell, the wind grew cold.

Wang Shoushan suddenly remembered, "Strange, where did Ahan and Shen Chengyin go?"