AWB Chapter 546: Are you going to run away or not?
Chapter 546: Are you going to run away or not?
The night was as dark as ink, covering the lonely city endlessly. The moonlight was hidden behind the thick clouds, refusing to shed a single ray of light.
In a corner of the city, the windows of a room were tightly closed, and the heavy curtains blocked out all prying eyes from the outside world. Only a dim yellow light at the head of the bed flickered like a ghost fire, illuminating a large blood-red bed and emitting an ominous aura.
On the big bed, the sheets were wrinkled, as if they had been rubbed repeatedly by invisible hands, revealing traces of mess and struggle.
The person on the bed sank into the soft mattress, but did not feel the slightest bit of comfort.
His eyes were blurry, tears glistening in them, his helpless gasps echoed in the silent room, and every twist was accompanied by the pain of being bound.
His hands were tied tightly to the head of the bed, and the rough ropes dug into his skin, leaving red marks.
The originally luxurious silk nightgown he was wearing was now almost naked, with the torn collar swaying in the wind, revealing his pale and thin body.
At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened with a bang. The sound was particularly harsh in the empty room, like a thunderclap.
The person on the bed trembled violently, his body curled up involuntarily, his eyes full of fear and despair.
The man who walked out of the bathroom was tall, with a stern face and full of anger, like an avenger returning from hell. His eyes were burning with rage, as if his ancestors' graves had been dug up.
He walked towards the big bed step by step, and each step was accompanied by the creaking of the floor, like the footsteps of death, which made people feel chilled.
"You are really stubborn." The man's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of threats and anger.
The person on the bed was trembling, but unable to make any sound. He could only look helplessly at the approaching man, his eyes full of pleading and fear.
However, the man turned a blind eye, reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to raise his head and look directly into his eyes.
"Tell me, are you going to run away or not?" The man's tone was cold and resolute, as if he had lost his last patience.
The person on the bed groaned in pain, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the wrinkled sheets, and were instantly swallowed up without a trace.
He opened his mouth, but could only make faint gasps and could not utter a complete word.
Seeing this, the man became even more furious and punched the bedside table next to him. With a loud "bang", the bedside table instantly broke into pieces and wood chips flew everywhere.
The paintings on the wall were shaken so much that they seemed like they would fall down at any moment.
At this moment, a sudden change broke the silence in the room.
Suddenly, a distorted gray shadow appeared on the wall. It appeared silently, as if it came from another world.
The shadow had a strange shape, like a distorted human face, excitedly and greedily absorbing the overwhelming anger emanating from the man.
The man turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the shadow on the wall.
An unprecedented fear and anxiety surged in his heart, as if something was quietly changing the rules of this room and even the entire world.
"You...what are you?" The man's voice trembled, and his tone revealed a hint of panic that was hard to conceal.
The shadow on the wall seemed to have heard the man's words and let out a strange laugh.
The laughter was low and hoarse, like a howl in the night wind, which made people shudder.
The shadow twisted in the air, as if showing the man its power and terror.
The man on the bed took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, but the ropes on his hands were as strong as iron chains, preventing him from moving at all.
He could only watch the man confront the shadow on the wall, his heart filled with helplessness and despair.
The man took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear and anger in his heart.
He understood that he had to remain calm at this moment in order to deal with the crisis at hand.
He slowly walked to the corner of the room, picked up a sharp dagger, his eyes firm and decisive.
"I don't care what kind of monster you are, don't even think about leaving this room alive today!" The man roared and rushed towards the shadow on the wall, waving a dagger.
However, the shadow seemed to be able to predict the man's movements and easily dodged his attack.
It danced in the air, sometimes turning into a huge ghost face, sometimes into a ferocious monster, constantly challenging the man's bottom line.
The man and the shadow fought fiercely in the room.
Every confrontation was accompanied by harsh sounds and flying sparks, as if the whole room was shaking and wailing.
The person on the bed could only watch the scene helplessly, his heart filled with fear and despair.
However, at this moment, an unexpected voice broke the silence in the room.
"stop!"
The voice was crisp and firm, like a breeze in spring, instantly blowing away the haze in the room.
The man and the shadow stopped moving at the same time and turned to look at the source of the sound.
The door was slowly pushed open, and a tall and handsome man walked in.
His eyes were clear and deep, as if he could see through all the secrets in people's hearts.
He emanated a faint light, like the brightest star in the night sky, making it impossible to ignore his presence.
"Who are you?" The man looked at the man who suddenly appeared warily, his tone full of vigilance and hostility.
"I'm his friend." The man smiled indifferently and looked at the person on the bed gently.
He slowly walked towards the big bed, reached out and gently stroked the cheek of the person on the bed, his eyes full of concern and heartache.
"Let him go, and I'll make sure you both leave this room safely." The man's tone was calm and firm, as if he had everything planned out for himself.
Hearing this, the man couldn't help but sneer: "Who do you think you are? What can you decide?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." The man smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the shadow on the wall.
"The important thing is that I can help you solve this trouble."
The shadow seemed to feel threatened by the man and let out an angry roar.
It twisted in the air, attempting to launch a new attack.
However, the man just raised his hand slightly, and a bright light shot out from his fingertips, instantly hitting the shadow.
The shadow let out a shrill scream, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
The haze in the room dissipated instantly, as if everything had returned to calm.
The man looked at the scene in surprise, with an unprecedented shock and awe in his heart.
He understood that the man before him was no ordinary man, but possessed extraordinary strength and wisdom.
"You... who are you?" the man asked again, his tone no longer filled with the previous hostility and vigilance.
"My name is Lin Yi." The man smiled calmly, "Now, you can let him go."
The man hesitated for a moment, and finally untied the ropes that tied the hands of the person on the bed.
The person on the bed was freed and immediately threw himself into Lin Yi's arms, tears streaming down his face again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and joy.
"Thank you...thank you for saving me." The person on the bed said with a sob.
Lin Yi patted his back gently and comforted him tenderly: "It's okay, everything is over."
The man looked at this scene, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
He knew that he had completely lost the battle.
However, he did not feel the slightest bit of anger or resentment, but instead felt somewhat relieved and relaxed.
"I lose." The man whispered, "You can take him away."
Hearing this, Lin Yi nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the man: "I hope you can remember this lesson and don't do anything that hurts others again."
The man was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "I will."
Lin Yi didn't say anything else and left the room with the person on the bed.
They walked through dim corridors, down stairs, and finally into the outside world.
The night breeze gently blew on their faces, bringing a hint of coolness and freshness.
"We are safe." Lin Yi looked at the people beside him and said with a smile.
The person on the bed held Lin Yi's hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration: "Thank you... You are my hero."
Lin Yi smiled calmly and looked into the distance: "Let's go, we still have a long way to go."
The two walked side by side, gradually going farther and farther away in the night.
Their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the city, leaving behind only a series of firm footprints and a legendary story.
And in the depths of this room, the man sat alone in the darkness, looking at the empty walls, his heart filled with endless thoughts and reflections.
He knew that he needed to change and start over.
Time passed quietly like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye it was midnight.
On this quiet night, everything in the room seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
However, in a corner of the room, there was still a faint light flickering.
It was a small lamp left behind by Lin Yi and the person on the bed when they left. It quietly illuminated the room that was once filled with haze and fear, as if telling a story about courage, wisdom and redemption.
Until the first ray of sunlight in the early morning penetrated the clouds, shone into the room, and illuminated the entire space.
The man finally woke up from his thoughts. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and an unprecedented warmth and hope surged in his heart.
He understood that he had found a new direction and goal.
He stood up and walked out of the room, welcoming a new day and new challenges.
And in a corner of this city, Lin Yi and the person on the bed are also moving forward hand in hand. They use their courage and wisdom to write their own legend and glory.