To Love You Again

Chapter 799 - Your Life Is Miserable

Butler Qian approached him and raised his hand with the knife. He then cut off the ropes that bounded Old Lu's hand.

Old Lu had no fear for this man. The man's grudge was for him, not to Lu Yin Ze or any of the heirs and heiress. He looked up boldly while feeling his wrist.

"So? Is getting your fingers cut by your Master is the price for you? Do you think you will get your justice by raising a demon?"

"No. I've paid more than that. And I haven't gotten justice yet. Not until I see you bleed." Without any hesitation, Butler Qian slashed Old Lu's throat.

Lu Yin Ze: !!!

It was so fast that Lu Yin Ze only see a flash of silver from Butler Qian's hand. When Old Lu reached for his throat and blood was coming out between his fingers, Lu Yin Ze had just realized what happened.

'No, grandpa!'

Lu Yin Ze struggled, "Hmmph!"

Blood splattered. Old Lu suddenly felt the impending death. He could feel his blood gushing out from his neck.

Butler Qian looked at him clutched his throat desperately, trying to block more blood from coming out.

The old butler spoke slowly with unfeeling eyes, "You won't die easily from that. You of all people should know that." He then glanced at the struggling Lu Yin Ze, "Young Master, you have to watch carefully how your great grandpa killed people with cold blood forty years ago. He is the cause of all this."

Lu Yin Ze was crying. He looked at Butler Qian with resentment and anger.

Butler Qian turned his head to Old Lu again, "Even though my hand is light and experienced to avoid cutting your nerves deeply, you would still die if you continued to bleed. You still have a few minutes left."

Ming Zhi Yi was watching with a smile as his loyal subordinate was having fun. This brought him back in all those years.

Butler Qian stepped aside and wore his gloves again, "Master, I am done. He still has a breath left and a few minutes to spare. He is all yours."

Ming Zhi Yi nodded amiably. This time he watched Old Lu struggle as he tried to block more blood coming out from his throat. The old man was getting weaker, he was getting paler and his heartbeat was getting slower.

The old man was very weak, a helpless pitiful creature that was dying in front of him.

Ming Zhi Yi just watched him with a smile.

Sensing that the old man had only a few breathes left, Ming Zhi Yi stood up to give him the finishing blow. However, the lights suddenly went out.

Butler Qian and the experts become alerted. Having a blackout at this crucial moment was not a coincidence.

Butler Qin knows that. He stepped closer to Ming Zhi Yi, "Master, they have found the place. Should we go now?"

Ming Zhi Yi was not affected. His eyes were still staring at the darkness. He stepped forward at the old man who was still bleeding, "He is not dead yet."

Ming Zhi Yi crouched down. He spun the knife on his fingers, "I have not given him my blow yet. Give me lights. I want to watch him while he struggled for his last breath."

Butler Qian ordered some of the experts to see what was going on outside while the others positioned themselves to protect Ming Zhi Yi. A little later, an expert came with a battery-powered lamp. The living room was illuminated by warm yellow light.

Ming Zhi Yi could see Old Lu again. Old Lu was about to faint. His clothes were full of blood. There was no color in his lips.

Ming Zhi Yi held the old man's head roughly.? He stared at the Old Lu's eyes that were about to close at any minute.

Ming Zhi Yi's other hand has a knife pointed to the old man, "Do you have any last words? Make it grand. So that every time I remember you, your last words will accompany you in my dreams."

Old Lu opened his mouth. More blood gushed out. But the old man still spoke, "Y-you...are pitiful. A m-monster...b-born f-from...a f-filthy f-family...Y-your who-whole life s-spent in r-revenge. P-pathetic... Y-you a-are g-going t-to...hell...W-while...I am g-going t-to m-meet...my f-family.."

Old Lu smirked while blood continued to sip from the corner of his mouth and from the wound under his chin, "Aren't you m-miserable?"

Old Lu did his best to not stutter at his last sentence. He could not retaliate with this life draining out from him. But he could leave an everlasting impression that Ming Zhi Yi would always think about.

What did Ming Zhi Yi hate the most?

When someone weaker than him, cursed the man for being miserable and pitiful. No matter what kind of helpless situation Old Lu was in, he did not show regret or fear for his life.

Would it be funny? That the man he was trying to kill pointed at how miserable and pointless his life is? And instead of giving him the greatest punishment, the man on his deathbed would be happy for dying instead? Old Lu would not give any satisfaction to the man anymore.

As expected, Ming Zhi Yi's eyes turned cold.

He was disappointed.

Ming Zhi Yi was expecting the old man to beg for his life, or to curse at him while gritting his teeth. He thought this old man would die while cursing him with begging eyes or hatred. It would be better if the old man died with open eyes and his last view of his life was his face.

However, the words that Old Lu uttered did not give him satisfaction, instead, it annoyed him so much that his own hand moved.

Ming Zhi Yi was so angry that he raised his hand with a knife and stabbed Old Lu to his chest.

Old Lu gasped.

Ming Zhi Yi smiled. He thrust his knife for a second time.

Old Lu leaned on his shoulder. The blood gushing out from his throat wet Ming Zhi Yi's shoulder.

"No! Grandpa!" It was unknown when Lu Yin Ze managed to get the tape from his mouth. he howled and cried.

Despite the pain and the strength of the man holding him by his shoulder, Lu Yin Ze managed to get away from his hold and crawled at Old Lu's side. "Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Lu Yin Ze's painful cries made the people on the ground guessed what happened.

Guan Gu Ri who was saw everything in his right eye looked at Old Lu and Ming Zhi Yi with wide eyes. He could not even utter a word.

Xiong Zhi's heart was astringent.

Did Old Lu really....die?

Beside her, Tang Xinyang clenched her hand. She could somehow feel her strength, little by little, she was twisting the rope from her hands.

Ming Zhi Yi hugged Old Lu's warm body. The life out of the old man was slowly wilting away. Until finally, he could hear the man's last beating of his heart.

It was low. A very weak 'thump'.. Then it was gone.