Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Damn it...damn it..." Gu Yanzhi shakily pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling so much he couldn't press the screen. He entered the wrong lock screen password three times in a row. Enraged, he slammed the phone against the car window. "Useless! All of you are fucking useless! Four people couldn't stop one guy with a broken hand!"

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but didn't dare to say anything. He just pressed the accelerator harder, and the taxi sped along the main road, the shadows of the trees on both sides rushing past.

Gu Yanzhi gradually calmed down, and his heartbeat slowed down a little.

They ran away.

He ran away.

No matter how skilled Shen Qinghou is, he can't possibly outrun a car.

When he gets home, he should have his father mobilize all his connections to arrest this madman and execute him by slow slicing.

He took out a cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, took a drag, and coughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Drive faster, to Nanshan Villa," Gu Yanzhi ordered in a hoarse voice, rolling down the car window a little. The wind blew in, making his hair stick to his face in a messy tangle.

The driver responded and was about to accelerate when the car suddenly jolted, and both rear tires burst open at the same time. The taxi instantly lost its balance, swerved sharply to the side of the road, and crashed headfirst into the guardrail with a deafening bang.

The airbag deployed and hit Gu Yanzhi in the face, leaving him dazed and confused. His forehead slammed against the windshield, splitting open and bleeding profusely into his eyes.

"Fuck your mother! How do you drive!" Gu Yanzhi roared, pushing open the car door and climbing out. His legs got stuck under the seat, and he pulled hard, tearing a large hole in his pants. His knee hit the car door, scraping off a large patch of skin.

He scrambled out of the car, stood by the roadside, and looked around blankly.

The taxi's two rear tires were flat like rotten persimmons, the rims were deformed, the guardrail was dented in a large section, and the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious, with blood dripping from his forehead down his nose.

What happened?

How could a perfectly good tire suddenly explode?

Gu Yanzhi's heart sank, and he abruptly turned to look at the street behind him.

Shen Qinghou stood at the crossroads fifty meters away, holding the old guqin. The wind made his shirt flutter, and blood dripped down his chin, splashing onto the ground as tiny blood flowers.

His fingers were on the strings, and he was walking towards this side step by step.

Each step felt heavy, like stepping on Gu Yanzhi's heart; with each step, his heart would tighten a little more.

"I'll kill you!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Gu Yanzhi's teeth started chattering again, and the fear he had just suppressed surged back up, even more intensely than before.

A distance of fifty meters.

Shen Qinghou actually caught up with them.

He didn't even know how the other person caught up with him. That broken piano was incredibly heavy, and with his tendons severed, how could he possibly run so fast?

The tire blowout just now was not an accident.

It was that madman who did it with the strings.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer!!" Gu Yanzhi scrambled backward, his pants scraping dust off the ground. "I'll give you money! I'll give you ten million! No, fifty million! I'll give you anything you want! Please, don't kill me!"

Shen Qinghou did not stop.

He walked forward, carrying the guqin, his ears filled with the sounds of blood flowing, his mother's weak breathing on the hospital bed, the sound of a knife cutting through flesh as tendons were severed, the triumphant sound of Gu Yanzhi standing on the awards stage holding his trophy, and the cold voice of the security guard throwing the mediation agreement in his face.

All the voices twisted into a rope, strangling him, forcing him to move forward, forcing him to tear that scum to pieces.

Gu Yanzhi had nowhere to retreat. His back was pressed against the cold railing. Below the railing was a three-meter-deep drainage ditch. The smell of foul water rose up, but he couldn't smell it.

As he watched Shen Qinghou's figure getting closer and closer, he suddenly burst out with strength, jumped over the railing, twisted his ankle, and screamed in excruciating pain. He got up and continued running, following the edge of the drainage ditch into the alley ahead.

Shen Qinghou walked to the railing and plucked the strings of his zither.

hum-

A sonic boom struck the guardrail, instantly bending the steel-welded guardrail as if it were made of paper.

He climbed over the railing and chased after Gu Yanzhi in the direction he had fled. His shoes were covered in filth from the mud in the drainage ditch, but he didn't care. His eyes were fixed on the fleeing figure in front of him.

Just as Gu Yanzhi entered the alley, the sound of police sirens came from afar.

He grasped at a straw, running desperately towards the alley entrance, shouting as he ran, "Security! Security officers! Help! Someone's trying to kill me!!"

The security vehicle screeched to a halt at the alley entrance. Two security guards jumped out of the car and immediately saw Gu Yanzhi, whose face was covered in blood, and Shen Qinghou, who was holding a guqin not far behind him.

Blood was everywhere on the ground, a taxi was crashed into the guardrail and smoking, and the whole scene was a complete mess.

"Stop!" The older security guard gripped his walkie-talkie at his waist, his other hand reaching for his baton. "Neither of you are allowed to move!"

Gu Yanzhi scrambled forward, grabbing the security guard's sleeve, his nails digging into the blue uniform fabric with astonishing strength: "He's trying to kill me! That madman's trying to kill me! All my bodyguards are dead! Right there in the music academy's teaching building! All dead! Bleeding from all seven orifices! He killed people with his piano music!!"

The two security guards exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

Murder through music?

It sounds like a fantasy, but the bloodstains on the ground and the wrecked taxi couldn't be faked, and the fear on Gu Yanzhi's face didn't seem faked.

The older security guard pushed Gu Yanzhi towards the back of the police car and said in a deep voice, "Stay here and don't move. We'll go take a look."

Another, younger security guard had already drawn his baton, took two steps forward, and shouted at Shen Qinghou, "Put down what you're holding! Hands behind your head and squat down! Do you hear me?!"

Shen Qinghou acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his steps didn't stop, and his eyes were fixed on Gu Yanzhi behind the police car.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?!" The young security guard, hot-tempered, rushed forward and grabbed Shen Qinghou's shoulder. "I told you to squat down!"

Shen Qinghou let out a low growl, and a sound wave grazed the young security guard's arm.

With a "whoosh," the security guard's sleeve was instantly blown to shreds, and the skin on his arm was shattered into countless small cuts, with beads of blood seeping out.

The shockwave threw him to the ground, his back slamming heavily onto the concrete. He gasped in pain, and as he scrambled to his feet, his face was flushed and his eyes bloodshot: "You dare attack the peace?!"