She didn"t know how long it had pa.s.sed, but sensed a sharp hot pain in the fingers skinned by the rope.

Jiang Jun, An Hua and the man with the cap were all standing beside Jiang Youyou and laughing with cruel ridicule.

She might be killed by them. Her bright future, and her happy life would be ruined by a college mate of hers whom she rashly trusted. She hadn"t got married and enjoyed the taste of being loved by someone. She hadn"t given birth to a child and would have no opportunity to become a mother. Fang Ruxiang must hope to see her live a very happy life and often go back to see her. And Li Le the blind, previously couldn"t see what she looked like, and now he even couldn"t hear her!

The moment when Jiang Jun waved his hand, the two men with caps walked toward her. They were so confident, so complacent and despised their prey so much, like two hunting dogs looking at a rabbit.

Jiang Youyou suddenly felt her blood rus.h.i.+ng to her head. Her angry look made the two who were coming over a little stunned.

On the watermelon stall beside there was a knife, wooden-handled. The watermelon sellers were sleeping on mats by the roadside. He only cared about cutting the watermelons with the knife and sleeping. Anything else was none of their business.

Jiang Youyou held the knife in hand with all the resentment and regret that piled up in these days, only one thought crossing her mind, "Getting rid of them."

One cap was cut off by the thin, sharp watermelon knife, as well as one of the man"s ears. The man picked up his ear from the ground and flew away, covering his b.l.o.o.d.y face. Jiang Jun pounced from behind to Jiang Youyou when she let out a loud roar. Her gums were all exposed and her face was deformed. She was like an angry mother beast, lifting up her knife and cutting into his arm, clumsily but with much strength. The blade of the knife was stuck, but she pulled the knife out with all her strength. The blood spurted out and their chests reddened. Jiang Jun hadn"t expected that she really dared to cut him with the knife. But the second cut was inserted into his belly. When the knife was pulled out again, Jiang Jun was lying on his back on the ground with his gut flowing out. This was the first time he saw his own bloodstained gut so clearly, steaming hot, emitting the foul odour of excrement. However, there was only a small part of it exposed.

As a result, no one dared to stop her.

  She cast the knife off to the ground, which made a crisp sound of bang. Jiang Youyou combed her hair with her bloodied hand. The motion would be extremely cool if it was shot by Jonathan Liebesman. Jiang Youyou took a thankful glance at the watermelon stall holder. It turned out that he was the very man she had met on the train, and the boy lying beside him was the thin boy with black tattoo who had handed her a tissue.

As it turned out, everything was destined. In the eyes of them all, Jiang Youyou began to learn what the word "fear" means. What did they fear? What did we fear? We were afraid to see blood, but we were all more afraid that the blood would splash on ourselves. So they just watched, being numb and blank, as if they were watching a play.

Everyone is afraid of the person who even doesn"t fear death.

Tomorrow is another day. We always try to comfort ourselves in this way.