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Chapter 829: 829, My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by heaven.

Chapter 829: 829, My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by heaven.

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Song Qinghuan remained silent, her face calmly watching Bi Yuntao, but in reality, her heart was pounding fiercely.

After she returned from Cloud City, she had wanted to know where Shi Yuhuan had gone after leaving the village. She didn’t dare to ask, even though the woman next door had told Shi Yuhuan some rumors about him and his mother—Song Qinghuan still did not dare to ask.

She feared that some things, like Shi Yuhuan’s birthday, were taboo in his heart, and asking too much would only make him sadder.

At this moment, she wanted to ask Bi Yuntao what had happened, but was reluctant to do so, yet she hoped that he would tell her.

Bi Yuntao was also staring at her intently.

Seeming to feel that this was not the place for conversation, Bi Yuntao suddenly stood up and walked towards the garden behind them.

It had rained heavily during the day, and although it had cleared up afterwards, the puddles on the ground had not dried.

Unwilling to walk on the wet path, Bi Yuntao walked to a pavilion and sat down inside.

Song Qinghuan sat opposite him. Although she really wanted to know, she didn’t ask further; she waited for Bi Yuntao to tell her, to share what he felt he could and was willing to share with her.

As for what he shouldn’t tell her, it seemed useless to ask.

After a moment of silence, Bi Yuntao softly began, “Back then, the three of us left the village together. We intended to find jobs in a small town where we could be self-sufficient and support ourselves. But we were unexpectedly captured!”

“Who captured you?” Song Qinghuan couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted out her question.

Bi Yuntao gave a cold laugh, his lips trembling slightly, giving him a somewhat sinister appearance, “A group of people who are already dead. They captured us, and that’s where we met Chen Tian and Yuandong. Both of them were orphans, also captured, and we were all brought to Sin Street.”

“Sin Street?” Obviously, Song Qinghuan had never heard this name before, nor did she know there was such a place within the country.

Bi Yuntao explained, “Yes, Sin Street. Before Cloud City developed its tourist industry, there was a slum not far from the village. It was rife with drug trafficking, theft, and prostitution—a concentration of all things dark. That’s why people named it Sin Street. Ordinary people dared not come close to it.”

“What did they capture you for?” Just listening made Song Qinghuan shudder with fear.

Bi Yuntao said, “They captured us to make money, but before that, they made us train. Regardless of whether it was a cold downpour in winter that made us shiver, or during the scorching sun at its most brutal—as if being dipped in a hot spring under the sun—we still had to train continuously, never knowing tiredness, seemingly forgetting temperature, forgetting everything, our eyes filled only with raging killing intent, as if we were nothing more than fleshly weapons.”

Song Qinghuan was reminded of the past when she first heard from Li Qianze about Shi Yuhuan’s return home after ten years of disappearance, being wary of everyone.

At that time, she wondered if it was like in the movies, with some black-ops agents isolated on an island undergoing inhuman training.

Now, hearing what Bi Yuntao said, it seemed to be precisely that situation.

That’s why Shi Yuhuan had said that he had always lived life on the edge of a knife.

“By training you like this, did they want you to kill people?” She asked because he had killed before, and that’s why he had many enemies.