Even hybrid monsters have their day

Chapter 151 How He Died (2)

"If only I could have stopped her then," she sighed.

"Didn't you find her?"

"No, I found her." Her tone was one of relief, yet also tinged with deep self-reproach.

Geng Miaowan didn't speak again. Her gaze was fixed on a small blade of grass not far away, but she didn't know what it looked like, because her mind was completely focused on Zheng Xiuxiu.

She always felt that there must be a tragic story behind her silence, and soon, she would have to tell her that tragic story.

Zheng Xiuxiu tightened her hands around her knees. If she had a head, Geng Miaowan guessed that she would have buried it in her hands right now.

"If only I could have stopped her then," she muttered to herself like a broken record before continuing.

It was already getting dark by then, and the sun in the distance was still just a small arc hanging on the horizon. If it weren't for the fact that this side faced the sun, it would have been completely dark by now.

She didn't know where she was, but she was determined to find Jiang Qingping and go home with her. So, she kept calling out Jiang Qingping's name as she searched. After a while, her voice became hoarse from calling out, so she stopped calling and kept looking around as she walked.

Suddenly, she heard some strange sounds coming from the bushes beside her, like human humming, intermittent and broken.

"Qingping, Qingping, is that you?" Zheng Xiuxiu crouched down and called softly twice towards the bushes, the sound seeming to grow louder. Just as she was about to lean forward, she saw two men stand up from the bushes.

Their clothes were disheveled, one of them still had his pants in his pocket. He saw her, grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice, "What bad luck today, another one."

He winked at the person next to him. The two of them then started joking around in perfect unison.

Both men were unfamiliar faces. One had a scar on his face, running from the corner of his eye to his nose, making him look quite menacing. A large knife lay at his feet. The other was thin and small, with shifty eyes and a suspicious appearance; he didn't look like a good person at all.

At this moment, the whimpering sound from the bushes grew louder, mixed with strange humming noises that sent chills down one's spine. Zheng Xiuxiu, as if possessed, lunged forward, parted the grass, and witnessed a heartbreaking scene that sent shivers down her spine.

Jiang Qingping lay naked on a patch of flattened weeds, a figure with only his pants down and no clothes on was thrusting against her. The moans she had just heard were coming from his mouth. Tears of humiliation streamed down Jiang Qingping's face, half of her face was swollen, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Her hands and feet struggled incessantly, and she glared at her, shaking her head desperately.

“Qingping…” Zheng Xiuxiu knew that what she had to do at this moment was to turn around and run away immediately, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn’t move at all, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

Jiang Qingping's eyes were practically bleeding as she glared at her. Suddenly, drawing strength from who-knows-where, she bit down hard on the hand covering her mouth. The woman winced and pulled her hand back, then slapped her across the face with her other hand. "Bite me?"

However, she didn't care about anything else and just shouted at Zheng Xiuxiu, "Xiuxiu, run! Don't worry about me, run... They have knives. Go back and find someone... No... No... Don't look for anyone... Just run, don't worry about me..."

Jiang Qingping was so devastated by this inhuman treatment that she became incoherent. However, Zheng Xiuxiu understood her meaning and backed away. At that time, a woman's chastity was still highly valued. The reason Jiang Qingping said not to call anyone was probably because she didn't want others to know that she had lost her chastity.

If word of this gets to the village, even if Jiang Lao Er doesn't beat her to death, she'll be drowned in the villagers' scorn, and she can forget about marrying into a good family. Her life will be over.

"None of you are getting away today!" The fat man who was lying on top of Jiang Qingping shook a few times and then stood up, pulling up his pants.

Jiang Qingping lay there motionless, her body covered in bruises, a patch of bright red blood between her legs, and some milky white fluid. She seemed oblivious to her predicament, muttering repeatedly, "Run! Don't call anyone! Run!"

The despair in her eyes pierced Zheng Xiuxiu's heart. At that time, she couldn't understand what it meant. She only knew that the information revealed by Jiang Qingping was that she couldn't go on living.

Zheng Xiuxiu wiped her tears haphazardly from her face and shouted at the three men, "You beasts!"

"Heh, she's got a sharp tongue." The last man to stand up winked at the other two, and the scarred man said, "Don't let her get away!"

Zheng Xiuxiu shouted and tried to rush to Jiang Qingping, but Jiang Qingping suddenly turned around and looked at her, shouting with all her might, "Run, run!"

As the three men drew closer, Zheng Xiuxiu called out, "Qingping..." Her voice filled with endless pity, helplessness, and despair. She had no idea how to deal with three such tall and burly men. Jiang Qingping's eyes told her that if she fell into their hands, she would suffer the same fate as her.

This realization made Zheng Xiuxiu's heart pound wildly. She grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at the three men, then turned and ran away.

As she ran, she shouted, "Qingping, I'm sorry... Qingping, I'm sorry..." When tears blurred her vision, she wiped them away haphazardly.

Her scream woke Jiang Qingping. She turned her head and glanced at Zheng Xiuxiu's fleeing figure, revealing an ambiguous smile that looked especially strange on her face, which was swollen like a steamed bun.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. She abruptly scrambled to her feet and lunged at the three men chasing Zheng Xiuxiu. She grabbed the legs of two of them, holding on tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much they pushed or struggled. She shouted at Zheng Xiuxiu, "Run! Run!"

Zheng Xiuxiu turned her head and saw the scarred man curse, pick up the knife from the ground, and swing it. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't even shed a tear.

Jiang Qingping's last thought was, "I'm sorry, Xiuxiu, I shouldn't have insisted on dragging you into the woods."

With a swift stroke, a round head fell to the ground, rolled a few times on the grass, and landed in a pile of rocks nearby, its eyes fixed on the scarred man.

"Pah, what bad luck!" The scarred man kicked the mountain down. "Chase!" (To be continued.)