X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 226 - 221: Yun Xinyan’s Strength

Liu Fei’er, with her hair disheveled, ran in; her high heels were nowhere to be seen, indicating how shocking the journey here had been. She ran barefoot into the memorial hall, and upon seeing the black and white portrait at the center of the hall, she collapsed in front of the crystal casket. Tears rolled down her cheeks like strings of pearls, unstoppable.

Breathless, Tang Zhuzhu arrived soon after, her expression equally gloomy. She silently walked up to the crystal casket and placed a bouquet of fresh flowers there.

Among all the girls Ye Tian knew, Liu Fei’er cried the hardest. This calm and gentle girl had deep feelings for Ye Tian, and her crying immediately brought tears to Yun Xinyan and Bai Lan, who had already been crying their eyes red. They couldn’t hold back their tears any longer.

The memorial hall was filled with sobbing; even Wang Bingbing couldn’t hold back and secretly found a room to cry in, as she didn’t want others to see her vulnerable side.

At noon, a girl in a police uniform walked in. Wang Bingbing immediately went up to her and embraced her sister, weeping together.

The beautiful policewoman, Wang Ke’er, could hardly believe it all, but Ye Tian’s body was lying right before her eyes, forcing her to accept the reality.

"Sister, rest assured, we live in a society governed by law now. Nothing escapes the law, and the murderer who killed Ye Tian will be found, and he will face severe legal punishment!" Tearful Wang Ke’er told Yun Xinyan, and, reaching the heart-wrenching part, the two women hugged each other and sobbed together.

In the hall, the beautiful women cried together, each as pitiful as a pear blossom bathed in the rain. I felt a deep sympathy for them.

Outside the villa, the Hungry Wolf clenched his fists tightly, brought Wang Bingbing over, and said, "It must be the King of Hell; no one else could!"

"You don’t need to worry about this. I’ll handle it!" Wang Bingbing wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, her sorrowful look turning sinister.

Ye Tian shouldn’t die in vain; the one responsible must be buried with him!

At this very moment, as the two were plotting revenge against the King of Hell, the King of Hell had already received the news of Ye Tian’s death.

In the center of Jiang City, inside a high-end hotel.

In a luxurious presidential suite, the King of Hell sat in front of a computer. He gently moved the mouse, deleted an email from the desktop, then shut down the computer.

He picked up the cane next to him, limped over to the phone, and called the hotel’s room service to order an extra bottle of French vineyard red wine.

For the first time in history, the King of Hell stood in front of the window, letting the warm sunlight shine on his sinister body. Basking in the long-missed sunlight felt incredibly good.

"He is finally dead, finally dead, hahaha!" the King of Hell laughed triumphantly in the sunlight, his figure forming a stark contrast with the bright rays, making him look even more menacing.

With the Night King now dead, he no longer had anything to fear. From now on, in this world, no one else could make him worry.

Suddenly biting his teeth, the King of Hell raised his right hand and touched his withered eye, the only eye left showing boundless resentment.

The battle at Wu River left him with a broken leg and a blind eye.

The price of killing the Night King was no light matter.

"Night King, I won’t let you die a comfortable death!" The entirety of the King of Hell appeared ghastly and terrifying. The warm sunshine was now barred from entering, unable to illuminate his body any longer.

"I want to shred your corpse, tear it into pieces, and feed it to the dogs! To the dogs! Hahahaha, hahahaha!" the King of Hell laughed viciously. "This is what you deserve for my eye!"

Breaking a thigh bone would mean disability for a normal person, but the King of Hell wasn’t worried. Well-versed in the secret techniques, he had his ways to heal. It’s just a broken bone, just find a way to reconnect it.

However, the eye blinded by the Dragon-whisker Needle could never be restored.

During the Full Moon Battle, the King of Hell became a one-eyed dragon forever, a pain that could never be alleviated.

The hotel’s waitress soon brought in the red wine, a beautiful girl in uniform, setting the wine and food in the living room. She hurried to leave, frightened by the grotesque appearance of the room’s guest.

With a wave of his right hand, the King of Hell created a gust of wind that shut the door, startling the girl.

"Don’t be afraid, tell me, how old are you this year?" the King of Hell sat at the dining table, his one eye fixating on the girl’s body, his gaze filled with a strange evil light.

"I, I’m eighteen," the girl stammered, trying to open the door, only to find that the guest had already moved next to her and had pulled her to the dining table.

Looking at that devil-like face, the girl was terrified and almost started to cry.

"Eighteen is a good age. When I was your age, hundreds of people had already died by my hands," the King of Hell drank the red wine, swallowing the dark red liquid that, to the girl, looked like he was drinking blood, which terrified her even more.

The King of Hell never needed a reason to kill, nor did he need to inform anyone beforehand. He grabbed the girl’s neck and ripped open her uniform, the finely made clothing tearing like paper in front of him.

The girl cried tearfully, begging for mercy incessantly.

"Don’t be afraid. There are things people must experience. There’s nothing to be afraid of, isn’t that right?"

The more the King of Hell spoke, the more the girl cried, trembling all over with fear.

"So you really are a virgin. Good, very good." After checking, the King of Hell sinisterly said, "I am a sick man, and a sick man needs treatment. But my illness is a bit special, those quacks can’t cure it. However, I have my own method."

The girl, terrified, sobbed and pleaded continuously, but the King of Hell paid her no attention and dragged her into a secret room instead.

In the secret room, there were nine severed heads, all of young girls with their noses cut off and eyes gouged out. The heads were arranged in two layers, five on the bottom and four on top.

The King of Hell slowly gripped the girl’s neck and said lightly, "You should feel honored to be my medicine primer, shouldn’t you?"

Soon, the girl had been choked to death by him, and the King of Hell, with a ghastly smile, began to carry out the sinister secret technique, processing the fresh sacrificial offering.

Half an hour later, the King of Hell wiped the fresh blood from his mouth, satisfactorily walked out of the secret room, and returned to the sunny dining room to leisurely enjoy the remaining half bottle of red wine.

"I forced the Dragon-whisker Needle out last night. With the nourishment of these virgin essences, it will only take a few days for my injuries to heal," said the King of Hell, looking very pleased, "All going well, in five days, I will have recovered eighty percent of my power. Then, it will be time to feed the King of Night’s corpse to the dogs! Hahaha!"

"A blinding vendetta must be avenged!" the King of Hell sneered.

Nightfall came quickly, and another day was about to pass.

Inside the memorial hall, only Yun Xinyan remained, silently kneeling in front of Ye Tian’s crystal coffin, her expression blank, staring trance-like at the coffin.

Liu Fei’er had already been sent to the hospital. This quiet and kind girl had fainted from crying three times and even went into shock. Considering her health and life, Yun Xinyan had no choice but to send her to the hospital through Bai Lan.

The Wang Bingbing sisters had left. Without them saying anything, Yun Xinyan knew they must have gone to investigate the murderer.

The stern hungry wolf had not left, but stood alone on the villa’s rooftop, staring at the star-filled sky, silent, reminiscing about his master.

Yun Xinyan envied Liu Fei’er, who could cry freely, crying till heavens darkened, but Yun Xinyan couldn’t. If she fell, who would send off Ye Tian on his last journey? She had to endure the pain and organize everything.

The temporarily hired nanny came again to bring food, but Yun Xinyan, as always, shook her head.

"Young Madam, you haven’t eaten anything all day. This can’t go on; your body will break down!" The nanny was a kind-hearted woman and was very worried about Yun Xinyan’s health.

"I’m not hungry, you can go." Yun Xinyan said listlessly, suddenly remembering something: "Go get the photo album from the bedroom. I want to talk to Ye Tian."

The nanny sighed, shook her head helplessly, fetched the photo album as instructed, and then left sighing. The bowl of white rice was left on the side.

The memorial hall was empty. The evening breeze blew Yun Xinyan’s long hair as she sat beside the crystal coffin, flipping through old photos one by one. Some were taken by Ye Tian, some by herself, some of them driving together, and some playing together, totaling several hundred.

Every one of them was her most beautiful memory, and also her most painful memory!

With each photo she flipped through, Yun Xinyan’s tears flowed more freely, and before long, her pretty face was covered in tears.

The white rice no longer steamed. Yun Xinyan recognized the bowl, it was something Ye Tian had used before.

She immediately remembered the dinner the day before Ye Tian’s incident. He had earnestly cooked a pot of rice, its North-Eastern aroma fragrant and the grains sparkling and translucent. She still remembered that scene, as if nothing had changed, yet everything had changed.

Yun XinYan buried her head between her knees and cried silently. She had an illusion that Ye Tian had never left and that he might walk in driving the McLaren anytime, or that he might be busy in the kitchen, joking around with her as usual.

Suddenly, the sound of the rice cooker beeping came from the kitchen. Yun Xinyan abruptly jumped up and rushed into the kitchen, shouting, "Ye Tian!"

The nanny stood in front of the rice cooker, about to unplug it, also startled, and asked, "Young Madam, what’s the matter...?"

Yun Xinyan’s eyes immediately dimmed, said nothing, and walked back to the memorial hall with her head down. In just a few short steps, she had already cried herself to a tear-streaked state.

She knew very well in her heart that Ye Tian had really left and would never come back or cook for her again, would never joke around with her again.

In this world, she was now utterly alone.

Nothing had changed inside the villa, except for the memorial hall, except for the person lying in the crystal coffin.

The room was very quiet and very sad. Yun Xinyan silently cried, silently wiped away tears, then continued to cry and wipe again.

The quiet yet sorrowful atmosphere was suddenly shattered by the notification sound of a mobile phone.

It was an email notification sound!