Chapter 700: Threads of Judgment
Wei pushed himself off the ground, groaning against the throbbing pain in his broken shoulder. His legs trembled, not from the limp but from the storm of guilt and horror from his first kill.
Yet, he would bloody his hands and muddy his heart, all to offer his daughter a future free of the haunting memories of these monsters... even if he knew he would die for it.
Everyone gazed at him in muted stupor until his first step broke the silence, and his knife glinted with lethal intent on the couple.
Qiao rushed behind Min, forgetting about the slap and kick. Her hands trembled on his shoulders, her voice cracking. "D-Don’t let him approach."
A plea met with a swift push that shoved her aside, and the silhouette of her husband rushing for the window as she fell to the ground. "Everything is your fault. Die alone, you bitch!"
He crossed his arms for protection, clenched his jaw, and leapt, expecting glass shards to wound him. But wounds were better than death. As for fighting Wei, a man who spent years lifting and carving heavy blocks of wood while he himself always picked the easier jobs like plucking grown rice plants? Impossible.
However, the noise of glass shattering didn’t echo, and the chilly wind never came. Instead, he rebounded off the window with a loud ’BAM’, splintering his nose and shrieking in agony.
As he rolled on the ground, Qiao’s eyes widened at the window—no, the entire room. She rushed to the wall, gasping in horror as she felt layers of sky-blue threads woven in patterns so tight that her nail couldn’t pass through. They were stuck, at Wei’s mercy. But if she was certain Min would die, her fate was far from sealed.
Determined to leverage her adventure with Wei, she coughed into her sweaty fist to smooth her voice. Dropping to her knees and lowering her head in submission, she forced a shaky smile.