Stepping back slowly, Yuan Luoyi suddenly noticed a group of people hiding under the stairs on the side.
Among them were men and women, covered in blood, looking disheveled, hands covering their mouths, eyes widened in fear upon being discovered.
A young man rushed out, reaching out in despair, trying to grab Yuan Luoyi as a lifeline.
Everyone knew that Yuan Luoyi was very important to Yuan Yong, and getting her was like obtaining a lifesaving talisman, which would save them.
With a sharp glint, third brother Yuan Yong, holding a long knife, rushed to Yuan Luoyi's side, his black windbreaker fluttering.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The man screamed.
Warm blood splattered on Yuan Luoyi's face.
As the man's severed arm fell to the ground, Yuan Yong bent down, slashing upward from below, the sharp blade cutting through the man's body.
The man fell into his own blood, before he could scream further, the blade pierced his throat. Yuan Yong swiftly chopped off his head, ending his life.
Shaking off the blood from the knife, Yuan Yong coldly looked at the people under the stairs, "Don't get close to my sister. She has been hurt once, and I won't allow the same thing to happen again."
The crowd scattered in fear, with continuous screams echoing.
Yuan Yong moved among them, wherever he went, there would surely be a bloody storm. With each swing of his blade, he swiftly reaped lives like a grim reaper.
A strong man rushed in front of Yuan Yong, a dagger aimed upwards.
"Clang!"
The two cold blades clashed, the man withstanding Yuan Yong's blow, saving a woman who then crawled away.
Yuan Luoyi recognized the man as the new physical education teacher, a friend of third brother Yuan Yong, a well-known veteran soldier.
The teacher roared, "Yuan Yong, look at what you've done in front of your sister!"
Yuan Yong paused, turning to Yuan Luoyi. The once spotless little girl was now covered in blood, trembling amidst a sea of corpses, her large eyes staring blankly at him.
Once, in a small wooden house in the forest, six-year-old Yuan Luoyi had looked at him like this.
She curled up in a corner, crying and pleading, "This is not my home!"
"I hate blood!"
"I hate dead rabbits!"
"Brother, please, let me go back!"
Now, in the blood-scented room, eleven-year-old Yuan Luoyi's gaze made Yuan Yong flinch. He didn't want her to fear him, and a split second of distraction was enough for a seasoned veteran to turn the tide.
The teacher pushed Yuan Yong away, ran to Yuan Luoyi, pulled her, and quickly ran into a room, locking the door.
There were others hiding here, feeling helpless and terrified.
The teacher shouted, "Just locking the door is not enough! Everyone, find something to block the door!"
People started to act, grabbing whatever they could to bring to the door.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The door shook violently, raising layers of dust, as Yuan Yong tried to break in.
Everyone fought to hold the door, and after a moment, everything quieted down.
The teacher pressed his ear against the door, listening to the sounds outside, and said, "Yuan Yong is looking for another way to break through."
The temporary safety did not relax everyone. They stared at Yuan Luoyi with a mix of resentment, fear, and relief for having found a life-saving talisman.
At the same time, Yuan Luoyi also recognized some familiar faces, many of whom were her former classmates. They were either the ones who had mocked her or intentionally made things difficult for her.
A high school classmate who had always bullied Yuan Luoyi stepped forward, pointing angrily at her.
"Your brother is a murderer!"
"We have nothing to do with your case!"
"Why did you bring us here!"
Wang Xiao, the leader of Class A, was also present. As an adult, she no longer had the arrogance of her youth, hunching her back and looking around anxiously.
She sobbed, "Yuan Luoyi, please ask your brother to let us go!"
"When I was young and foolish, my parents used to argue a lot. To vent my emotions, I mocked and bullied you."
"But by the time we reached high school, we were no longer in the same class. Besides those three years in junior high, I haven't done anything to you since then."
"And it's been so long, you haven't suffered any actual harm. Can't you understand my dilemma?"
Yuan Luoyi understood. Her brothers' range of murders was expanding. The eldest brother killed those directly involved in the case, the second brother killed those indirectly involved.
As for the third brother, anyone who made Yuan Luoyi unhappy was guilty.
After the death of their sister, the excessive protective urge twisted into a frenzy of killing.
For Yuan Yong, their sister was sacred and untouchable, so these people had to atone for their sins with their lives.
The physical education teacher raised his voice, shouting, "Wake up!"
"Yuan Luoyi is already dead! This little girl just looks like her!"
"She was probably kidnapped by Yuan Yong from somewhere. It's really pitiful, being involved in such a thing at such a young age."
Wang Xiao broke down in tears, "What are you yelling for! You said you were here to save us, we followed you, and now so many people have died!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"I want to go home!"
Several girls surrounded her, crying together, each feeling the most pitiful.
The physical education teacher sighed. As a friend, he noticed Yuan Yong's changes and, combined with the recent high rate of missing persons, he followed and witnessed Yuan Yong's crimes.
He had intended to rescue these people, but now he was also trapped in the Yuan residence and unable to leave.
*Cough cough!*
He covered his mouth, coughing, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Opening his palm, it was all blood. His internal injuries were severe, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.
Looking at the weeping students who had experienced so many horrors, even the slightest movement could make them collapse.
The physical education teacher quietly wiped the blood off his hands.
Better keep it to himself.
Compared to others, Yuan Luoyi remained much calmer. She wiped the blood off her face with her sleeve and walked to the window, resting her hand on it.
The Yuan family placed great emphasis on security. The windows were bulletproof, and the doors were very sturdy. So if Yuan Yong wanted to come in, he would have to find special tools. Breaking in here was only a matter of time.
Everyone here, except for Yuan Luoyi, has a countdown to death ticking above their heads. When the last second runs out, Third Brother Yuan Yong will come in and kill them.
Yuan Luoyi will be taken away by Yuan Yong, claiming it's for protection, but in reality, it's imprisonment, which is not what Yuan Luoyi wants.
Outside the window, under the pale moonlight, in the Yuan family garden, the grass sways in the gentle breeze, and a few flowers bloom quietly.
The flower petals are as light as gauze, a bright golden color in the dark night, adding a touch of vitality to the once decaying Yuan residence.
When he was young, Second Brother planted this variety because Yuan Luoyi liked it.
In such hot weather, watering daily is needed to make these delicate flowers bloom, reminiscent of a cleaned room and a washed rabbit plush toy.
Yuan Luoyi speculates that Second Brother Yuan Fa did not disappear but deliberately hid himself, taking time to clean the Yuan residence and plant flowers to cultivate his sentiment.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Third Brother Yuan Yong quickly leaves the corridor, his eyes dark and full of killing intent, even more terrifying than before.
Those despicable people took away his sister!
How dare they come near her again!
Just the thought of them possibly begging Yuan Luoyi for forgiveness infuriates Yuan Yong, as who among them could understand his sister's pain?
They are all guilty and must die!
Ah!
His sister, lost and found again.
Just as perfect as in his memory, every move tugging at his heartstrings.
Joy, happiness, followed by overwhelming guilt.
Yuan Yong left home for so many years, only to return after his sister's death. As a brother, he is guilty, and the way to atone is to kill all those who harmed his sister.
