Chapter 493 Tang Yu's Feeling of Near Death

s head to look at Jun Zhi牧 again, his expression was a little surprised. He found that Jun Zhi牧 had put down his wine glass and was staring at the several fiery women across from him with a complicate...In the middle of the night, Tang Yu suddenly woke up.

He felt a surge of adrenaline, his heart racing. He sat up in bed, looking around the dark room. He turned on the light, but no matter how he tried to regulate his breathing, his mind wouldn't calm down.

Tang Yu's handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted together. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. The starry sky on a quiet night was sparsely populated with stars, and a few scattered starlight set off half of the moon.

Today is not a full moon.

Before each full moon, his body would undergo strange phenomena. Although he was always left with a blurry memory after waking up, there were still some faint memories lurking in his subconscious.

That night, on the full moon, he would be tormented with agonizing pain throughout his body. His bones ached intensely, and his skin felt like it was being burned by fire. His heart beat rapidly, as if trying to escape his chest, and his whole body felt like it was about to explode. Every time, it was like he was experiencing death. And he had to endure this torment every month.

Therefore, on that day, he became extremely agitated and restless, turning into a different person altogether, more like an uncontrolled and irrational beast.

Tang Yu's blood was now boiling throughout his body, making him restless, but this wasn't the kind of intense pain that came with a full moon.

When he lowered his head, he discovered a wound on his arm.

Today, during the day, I was scratched by a black cat at the square. The previous wound was very thin but deep. Tang Yu didn't care, he allowed the blood to drip out drop by drop, staining the white sleeves of his shirt red. Now the dark red blood on his shirt has coagulated.

Although he couldn't feel the pain, he had a nagging feeling that the problem was here.

Tang Yu tore open the sleeve of his left hand with his right, the expensive satin fabric ripping with a sound. He didn't care about these worldly possessions at all.

His sleeve had been torn open, revealing a gaping wound on his arm. He could see the full extent of the scar, its edges were turning purple and the surrounding muscle was beginning to rot, spreading outwards. A pale yellow pus oozed from it, making him feel utterly disgusted.

This is like a poisoned muscle reaction, a rotten wound oozing pus, and it keeps seeping into the surrounding healthy skin, eroding it bit by bit. The entire arm's skin turns black and purple.

The cat's claws were venomous, and the potency of the venom surprised him. He had assumed it was merely a weak toxin and had never paid much attention to such trivial matters.

"Who owns this cat" Tang Yuzhen's deep blue eyes remained calm as he murmured to himself.

If he were normal, he would have felt the pain by now. But lately, because of the full moon, all the nerves in his body have gone numb.

He woke in the middle of the night, his body restless and agitated. It seemed the poison had already invaded his blood.

Will he die

But Tang Yu had never worried about that.

He didn't go to the hospital. Tang Yu quietly lowered his head and looked at the wound on his arm, as if the pain wasn't his own. He just watched the changes at the wound in silence.

Only a small lamp was lit in the room. The stillness of the early morning hours was absolute. Tang Yu didn't have much of a concept of time; he generally disliked having clocks in his house. He hated the ticking sound of a clock, as he was very sensitive to all sounds. Even a silent electronic clock bothered him with its constant blinking. Before, Mo Gao had bought him one, but every time it was brought over, he would throw it away.

As for the word "death," he had never associated it with fear.

Actually, he had never really grasped the concept of survival.

The black cat was still squatting outside Tang Yu's balcony, having not left for a full 7 hours. It remained incredibly patient, squatting in the same spot as the air conditioner casing.

The late night wind was chilling, the dew heavy. Even on the cat's soft fur, a thin layer of dewdrops glistened.

It could perfectly blend in with such a late night, motionless, a deep-thinking predator. It is now intently watching inside, golden cat eyes gleaming in the darkness, unusually eerie.

The small balcony was facing Tang Yu's bedroom, allowing a clear view of everything inside. After a while, the black cat seemed bored and extended its left paw to wash its face.

It cocked its cat head, seemingly not understanding Tang Yu's movements now.

All who had been clawed by him would writhe in pain on the ground, utterly humiliated and begging for mercy with desperate roars, ultimately meeting their demise.

This man is really strange.

And at this moment, Tang Yu who was sitting on the bed suddenly felt his head getting heavier and heavier, his vision also started to blur. He knew this was because his blood poisoning was becoming increasingly severe.

He no longer paid attention to the wounds on his arms. His body leaned against the headboard, pulling his hands and feet close, burying his head in his knees. He shrunk into a ball in the corner.

It was as if he had been brought back to the Tang family as a child. The elders of the Tang family, who liked to punish him, would lock him in the dark and dusty storeroom to scare him. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but instead found a corner and quietly curled up his body against there.

Everyone called him a freak. They scolded him for not being able to cry, and the more he didn't cry, the angrier those adults became.

They liked to beat him with willow twigs, the twigs hitting his flesh with a "pa pa" sound. This seemed to excite them even more, but Tang Yu still didn't cry. He stood there, enduring the beating.

They grew increasingly brutal, their faces twisting into masks of rage.

Until he was grievously wounded, until his frail body could no longer bear the burden, he fainted to the ground.

Before, Qiao Baoer would always scold him for being stupid, getting beaten and just standing there like a pillar, not knowing how to run. She thought he was too naive. She couldn't understand his thoughts; he really wanted to fight back, but his way of resisting wasn't as brave as Qiao Baoer's. She disliked something, she would say it directly, but he couldn't because no one cared about his feelings.

Even at a young age, he was clear in his mind that his only way to resist was to fight against himself. He often thought that perhaps one day these people could kill him, and death had never been something frightening to him.

But Qiao Bao'er liked to drag him around and run wild, he didn't want to, but she was really fierce.

When she was in kindergarten, she was a picky eater. She didn't like carrots so she would put them forcefully into his bowl.

When she was at her grandpa's house, she kicked the piano in the living room with one foot and said, ‘My birthday present this year is that the piano in our house was stolen, so I don't have to learn piano anymore. Xiao Zhuzi, can you help me make this wish come true’

'Little Column, my mommy seems to dislike me too much. Can you help me think of a way I think I've been very good, why doesn't she like me'

'Little Zhuzi, you are so smart, don't get sick, get well soon! Our teacher is going to assign a lot of homework, and I can't do it.'

Tang Yu's mind flashed with a multitude of memories, like the way some people recall their lives before death.

He remembers most vividly his time with Qiao Bao as children. Some people forget their childhood, but he is grateful for his intelligence and photographic memory, which are the only evidence of that period in his life.

Just as he, at such a young age, was left in a dark and enclosed space, with the whole world harboring malice towards him, suddenly that broken iron door creaked open, and light streamed in. The little girl in the red dress gasped for breath as she rushed in, shouting, "Hey, Xiao Zhuzi, are you still alive"sed at the elevator entrance, looking at him as he meekly responded.Jo Bao'er suddenly became so obedient, Lu Qinan found it rather uncomfortable. After Jun Zhi牧's incident, they were all in disarray...