deltrittennovels #628 - Chapter 628
#628 - Chapter 628
"Tang Yin, hold on! We must, must perform CPR!" Wang Lina's voice was almost a desperate scream, trembling with unease and anxiety.
"Get him to the square first!" Qian Jin quickly interjected, his tone sharp and decisive. "Get out of the way! Someone boil some water!!"
Chaos reigned – hurried footsteps, panicked breaths, the rustling of clothes, as if everyone was moving but without any coordination. Tang Yin's consciousness floated in and out amidst the din. He knew someone was trying to save him, but… was it already too late?
Is that it? Is this the end?
The thought surfaced in Tang Yin's mind, surprisingly without fear, but rather with a trace of calm. As a snake, it really was too difficult to survive to the end. His vision gradually blurred, and the chaotic sounds faded away, as if swallowed by a thick fog.
"Damn it, this is no good, there's no heartbeat anymore," Qian Jin's voice was low, filled with suppressed anger and helplessness.
Just then, Hua Lu's voice suddenly rang out: "Please leave here."
Five simple words, yet they cut through the chaotic air like a sharp blade.
"Ah, Hua Lu, is it too late?" Qian Jin's tone was one of confusion and hesitation.
"Let me purify his virus," Hua Lu's voice was calm, but with an undeniable firmness.
The noisy environment suddenly fell silent, the surroundings as still as if all the air had been sucked out. Tang Yin's senses gradually disappeared, unable to capture even a glimmer of light.
No… this isn't death.
Tang Yin's consciousness suddenly became clear, as if pulled back from the abyss. His senses gradually returned, the numbness of near-death replaced by a vague sense of touch.
A faint light flickered through his eyelids, appearing and disappearing, as if something was tentatively trying to awaken him. The light gradually faded, and finally, his vision was plunged into darkness.
Are the blinds closed?
A strange clarity welled up in Tang Yin's heart – he understood something, but couldn't clearly describe it.
He cautiously opened his eyes, his vision still blurry, but he realized it was only because of the darkness around him. The cafeteria was dimly lit, like a silent, deep well, oppressively suffocating.
Tang Yin tried to turn his head, but found his body as stiff as ice, his blood flow almost stagnant. He held his breath, carefully feeling his pulse – so faint it was almost imperceptible, each beat like the last few groans of a machine on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, Hua Lu's figure slowly appeared in his vision. Her steps were light, yet carried an indescribable weight. Tang Yin couldn't see her expression clearly, but her breathing was unusually clear, each inhale and exhale filled with a slight tremor, as if she was trying to suppress some emotion.
She crouched down beside him, her soft fingertips gently touching his forehead, then lingering on his neck, as if confirming his vital signs. Tang Yin wanted to speak, but found he couldn't even make the simplest sound, and could only quietly watch her movements, feeling the warmth that her breathing conveyed.
In the darkness, Hua Lu sighed softly, a complex emotion mixed in that sound – was it guilt? Sadness? Or some unknown determination? Tang Yin couldn't tell, only feeling that at this moment, she was like a phantom shrouded in a dense fog, unreal and unpredictable.
Hua Lu gently raised her hand, seemingly casually wiping the corner of her mouth, a secretive gesture that carried an indescribable tension and hesitation.
Her figure slowly approached in the dim light, eventually kneeling beside Tang Yin. Suddenly, her movements paused, and then she actually straddled him. This posture was like riding a horse, high above him, but she didn't look down on him at all. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, her eyes darting away, like a child who had done something wrong, or like someone suppressing some complex emotion.
Her breathing gradually quickened, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if even the air was scorching with this secrecy. Although she tried her best to hide it, her lightly bitten lips and slightly trembling shoulders betrayed the unease and struggle in her heart.
Tang Yin lay still. At this moment, his consciousness was blurred and his body was too weak to move, but his senses were unusually sharp. Hua Lu's body temperature was transmitted through layers of clothing, that warmth like a spark in the night, faint but enough to ignite the silent darkness.
He could even clearly feel her breath, soft and rapid, falling on his face. This sensation on the verge of death spread like ripples, stirring up the remaining vitality deep within his body, as if it were an instinct to fight against death.
"I like you."
Hua Lu's voice rang out in the silence, soft and low, with an unfamiliar emotion, like a melody that had never been touched before, both familiar and distant.
Tang Yin's eyes trembled slightly. The Hua Lu in his memory was dignified, clumsy, and even a little slow. But at this moment, everything about her seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Her movements were no longer restrained, her expression no longer shy, replaced by a strong presence with a strange aura.
The ink-black dress on her body clung to her figure, like a vortex under the night, making it impossible to escape. She leaned forward slightly, her slender fingers quietly reaching into the hem of Tang Yin's clothes, her movements slow but without the slightest hesitation. Her cold fingertips brushed against his skin, bringing a slight shiver.
"Hehe…" Hua Lu chuckled softly, her voice light, but as if carrying some kind of magic that shook people's minds.
Tang Yin wanted to resist, but found that his limbs simply couldn't exert any force. Was it because of weakness? Or was it because he had already been paralyzed by her aura? His thoughts were chaotic, his consciousness wrapped in a net that was difficult to escape.
No, he couldn't continue like this. Tang Yin gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate his remaining will. He laboriously raised his right hand and gently pushed it towards her shoulder. Although this movement was so weak as to be almost futile, he knew that it was enough to convey his intention.
Hua Lu's movements stopped. She looked down at Tang Yin, silent for a moment, then slowly straightened up. The expression hidden in the darkness was still difficult to grasp.
Hua Lu gently raised the corners of her mouth, her voice as soft as a breeze: "Is that so?"
Her eyes drooped, seeming to carry some regret, or a relief like emancipation, "Then there's no helping it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she effortlessly flipped Tang Yin's body over, turning him from his front to his side, and finally face down on the cold floor. At that moment, the warmth that had remained on his body was completely withdrawn, and the coldness, like a poisonous snake, quickly climbed over his limbs and bones, reaching his heart – this chill seemed to remind him that death was already close at hand.
"It should hurt a little," Hua Lu crouched down, her tone gentle, as if comforting, or as a farewell.
Tang Yin barely turned his head, the corner of his eye catching Hua Lu taking something out of her sleeve. It was a shiny metal cone, slender and sharp, its cold light flashing with a chilling aura in the dim environment.
An ice pick? No… it's a senmaitsu (thousand-needles).
Tang Yin's consciousness suddenly jolted, and he suddenly understood her intention.
"I will set you free," Hua Lu said with a smile, a strange calmness appearing on her face, as if she was doing something completely natural.
Her movements were gentle, but with an irresistible force. Tang Yin tried to struggle, but the little resistance he had just made had exhausted his last strength. His body was like being swallowed by the tide of the deep sea, completely unable to move, and could only let the cold cone tip slowly approach.
His vision was gradually swallowed by darkness, and his senses became blurred. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain came from his left shoulder, a pain that was brief but deep into his bones.
She stabbed the cone in…
This was Tang Yin's last thought before losing consciousness. His world completely fell into boundless darkness, as if everything had returned to nothingness.
……
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes. His breathing was rapid, his chest rising and falling violently, but there was no pain or suffocation as expected. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was sitting up straight.
"Tang Yin!?" A trembling cry came from his ear.
He turned his head and saw Wang Lina kneeling beside him, holding his hand tightly in both of hers, tears already blurring her face. Her expression was indescribable, filled with the excitement of joy and tears, and a deep sense of fear.
"Wuwuwu, that's great, you're still alive…" Wang Lina choked, her voice trembling, as if trying to suppress her emotions, but unable to control the collapse in her heart.
Tang Yin looked at her blankly, then looked around – this was the cafeteria, everyone was here.
But strangely, the atmosphere around him was unusually heavy. Everyone's expressions were extremely complex, with an unspeakable emotion. They stood not far away, silently watching Tang Yin, their eyes filled with scrutiny, some hidden unease, and even fear.
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No one cried out and vented like Wang Lina. Everyone's emotions were suppressed in some invisible depths.
What exactly happened?
Tang Yin's brain fell into a blank for a time. He looked down at his body. There was no trace of pain, and even the feeling of weakness was gone. His condition was better than ever, as if he had woken up refreshed and full of vitality after a long and deep sleep.
But because of this, the unease in his heart became stronger. Was all of this… really normal?
Tang Yin slowly raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "…Sorry, Wang Lina, can I ask… what exactly happened?"
Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice still with unshed sobs: "…Tang Yin, you slept for about five hours, and have been lying here all the time. It's already dark."
Five hours? Tang Yin frowned, his mind blank, as if a section of memory had been cut off, and he couldn't remember anything.
His gaze turned to Qian Jin, who was standing not far away: "Qian Jin, what exactly happened to me?"
Qian Jin's expression was a little complicated. He hesitated for a moment before whispering: "…Aconite poisoning, and the symptoms of poisoning were so severe that there was no cure."
"No cure?" Tang Yin repeated in a murmur, the doubt between his eyebrows deepening, "Then why am I still…"
"However," Qian Jin interrupted him, his tone changing, with a hint of nonchalant ease, "You still survived, so it's something to celebrate…"
After saying this, his gaze slowly shifted to the window.
Tang Yin followed his gaze and saw Hua Lu standing there, looking down and coaxing Little Me in her arms, her movements gentle and focused. The night wind from outside the window blew in, blowing a strand of hair on her shoulder, swaying with the faint light, setting off her figure as hazy and mysterious.
No, it wasn't just Qian Jin, everyone's gaze was focused on Hua Lu.
Those eyes were intertwined with surprise, disbelief, and even a vague sense of awe and worship.
"Prayer is very effective~" Tong Xiaoliang's voice rang out in the silence, breaking the stagnant atmosphere. His tone was as frivolous as ever, but this time, Tang Yin felt that this sentence was not as simple as a joke.
Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hua Lu, his tone tentative: "That… is that so? My memory is very vague. Hua Lu, you saved me, right? I am very grateful."
Hua Lu raised her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over Tang Yin, her tone as calm as if she was stating an insignificant matter: "I am just fulfilling the Hua family's mission."
Her voice was soft, but with an unshakable force that made it impossible to refute.
"…Anyway, it's good that he's alive…" Wang Lina said in a low voice, her emotions a little out of control again, her voice choked.
Tang Yin wasn't so relaxed. His mind was full of questions, as chaotic as a ball of tangled thread. In addition to the mystery of death regression, there was now another one – curing aconite poisoning through religious rituals? This sounded extremely absurd, simply like a fantasy.
Prayer? Religious ritual?
He lowered his head and looked at his left shoulder, reaching out and touching it. It had been bandaged with a brand new gauze, the touch a little rough. There were still traces of blood on the absorbent cotton. Was that the stab wound Hua Lu left behind?
Tang Yin's thoughts suddenly stagnated – detoxification? Impossible. He wasn't bitten by a poisonous snake. How could the aconite poison he ate be sucked out of his shoulder?
Purify the virus… purify?
He recalled Hua Lu's previous words – purifying pollution is one of the Hua family's missions.
The Hua family's mission.
Tang Yin's gaze fell on Hua Lu again. She lowered her eyes, her expression as calm as almost indifferent, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant episode.
The handmaiden of the sleeping chamber…
These words suddenly appeared in Tang Yin's mind. He finally understood that the Hua family was indeed a terrifying family. In order to protect the dreams of the villagers, the Hua family shouldered a responsibility that was unimaginable for ordinary people, and Hua Lu… was the executor of this responsibility.
Tang Yin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt the wound on his shoulder aching faintly, but more than the pain in his body, he felt weighed down by the secret of the Hua family, and the woman who bore that mission.