Nightmare Attack

Chapter 599 The Good Man

Chapter 599 The Good Man

After the car accident, his wife, the woman he called Ruoxi, fell into a coma and was once thought to be unable to wake up again. Looking at the helpless doctor, Linghu Yong acted more painful than death.

Some younger nurses were discussing in private, saying that a woman has good eyesight and picked a good man, even if it turned out like this, they would never leave her.

But no one knew that all of this was planned by Linghu Yong, including the timing of the accident, the location of the collision, and the traffic conditions nearby. He even predicted the approximate time when the ambulance would arrive.

That's right, he wanted Ruoxi to die.

Only when she is dead can those secrets be buried forever.

But what he didn't expect was that this woman, who had always been submissive in front of him, had such tenacious vitality that such an impact could not kill her on the spot.

After rescue, she miraculously survived. Although her head was severely injured, the doctor told her to be prepared that the patient would never wake up.

But... she is still alive after all.

As long as she is still alive, there will be a day when she wakes up. When she wakes up and connects the recent events, she will definitely realize that this car accident was arranged by herself. Such consequences are absolutely unacceptable!

One night many years ago, late at night, he persuaded Ruoxi's father to leave, and stayed alone in the ward, looking at Ruoxi on the bed with her eyes closed.

That was his wife, and now, it had become his death talisman.

Just when he was in a daze, suddenly, he heard a rapid gasp, and then, the body of the motionless woman on the hospital bed began to tremble.

Although the range was small, it immediately alarmed Linghu Yong on the side.

Under Linghu Yong's tangled and frightened gaze, this frail woman slowly opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of empty and confused eyes, after a long time, Ruoxi seemed to realize where she was, her eyes slowly rolled in their sockets, and the moment her sight touched Linghu Yong, they changed abruptly.

An emotion called fear instantly occupied her eyes.

really

Linghu Yong's heart sank. Although she reacted slowly, she was not stupid. After waking up, she immediately realized that she was responsible for all this.

Linghu Yong walked over quickly, staring down at that familiar face condescendingly.

Ruoxi's lips trembled slightly, she was seriously injured, she could hardly move at all, and couldn't make a sound, the fear in her eyes could almost condense into substance, Linghu Yong could see begging from these eyes.

"You know too much. I can't take the risk of keeping you. If I want to blame it, I blame you for being too curious. You must secretly unlock my computer."

As soon as the words fell, Linghu Yong stretched out his hand and slowly pulled off the breathing mask on Ruoxi's face.

"call--"

"call--"

There was a violent panting sound, Ruoxi kept twisting her body, her pale face flushed, she struggled painfully, wanting to take a breath of fresh air, but it was doomed to be in vain.

Linghu Yong watched all this silently, the nightmare was about to drive him crazy, his secret must not be allowed to be known by another person, otherwise he would die too.

No, you will face a more terrible ending than death!

He will not pin all his hopes on a woman.

The violent struggle seemed to be related to the injury, mouthfuls of blood flowed out of her mouth, "cough cough cough" Ruoxi was choked by the blood, the back of her hand was tensed, veins appeared on her face, until she died, her eyes were fixed on Ling Hu Yong's face.

In addition to despair, there is only hatred.

Pure amazing hate.

Staring at the woman's unrepentant face, saying that he is not afraid at all, that is impossible, but Linghu Yong still gritted his teeth and looked back with the same fierce eyes: "Don't blame me, you asked for this!"

Time and space intersected, and Linghu Yong returned to that day and that ward in a trance.

The scene in front of him was like a replay of a movie, frame by frame flashed in his eyes, each frame was the same as before, after all the dust settled, Linghu Yong slowly stepped forward and closed the door for Ruoxi. Eyes of unrepentant death.

Not because of his conscience, but just being stared at by these eyes, he felt that something in his heart couldn't be suppressed, as if it was about to come out.

Next, is to wait.

When it was almost dawn, he pretended to be very flustered and went to the nurse on duty, saying that his wife, Ruoxi, had died. He was too tired, fell asleep, and only found out when he woke up.

Too late.

Just when he took a few steps, turned around, and habitually wanted to confirm whether there were any openings left, the scene in front of him gave him a chill in his heart, and the blood in his veins seemed to be frozen.

Ruoxi fixed her eyes on herself, and her eyes were full of resentment.

How could this be?

She...why did she open her eyes again?

Linghu Yong was in a daze, he couldn't tell if this was reality, or if he went back to the time and experienced what he had experienced again.

But he clearly remembered that Ruoxi was already dead, and she didn't open her eyes at that time.

Mutation happened.

Linghu patted his face bravely, it hurt, it felt painful, it didn't look like a dream, he stepped forward cautiously, stretched out his trembling hand, and wanted to close Ruoxi's eyes again.

It was getting closer, getting closer, and at the same time he touched Ruoxi's eyelids, a bone-piercing chill came from his fingertips.

So cold.

Ruoxi's body was by no means what a person who had just died should have, but rather it seemed to have been hidden in a cold storage for a long time after death.

But fortunately, her eyes were closed again, and there was no accident in the middle.

Just when Linghu Yong was about to leave immediately, perhaps it was a premonition that prompted him to look back to confirm it.

But this time, it was still a pair of unrelenting eyes that met his gaze.

After a while, the corners of Ruoxi's already stiff mouth twitched, and big drops of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, "Do you really want me to die that much?"

There was a buzzing in Linghu Yong's head, he grabbed his hair, his pupils trembled violently, his legs thumped and he stepped back, feeling like he was going crazy.

No, the whole world is crazy!

"Do you want me to die that much?!"

"Do you want me to die that much?!"

The ear-piercing voice was full of boundless resentment, like a repeating machine, with higher and higher pitches.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Linghu Yong's psychological defense finally collapsed, he cried and crawled back, a stream of warm liquid dripped down his trousers.

"I don't know anything, let me go, let me go! I don't want to die!"

The burly Linghu Yong collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, wriggling backwards, with a pair of plain white hands slowly protruding from the darkness behind him, Linghu Yong felt a chill on his neck.

"I'm dead, why are you still alive?!" A woman's voice screamed in Linghu Yong's ear.

"No, no, no! Ah.!"

(End of this chapter)