C5 The Entire Car Was Filled with Blood!

At three in the morning, outside the city, in a secluded villa.

Huo Lingxiao, dressed in a white shirt and slacks, lounged comfortably with his long legs crossed, eyes closed in a light nap. In his mind, a fair, youthful face kept appearing—a girl's face with eyes like a little fox, bright and captivating.

"What mischief are you planning tonight, little fox?" he mused, a sly smile playing on his lips, a rare departure from his usual cold demeanor. His fingers brushed against his lips, as if savoring a memory.

This little fox, a girl he'd watched grow up, was always causing a stir. Smart as she was, she often did the most foolish things. Huo Lingxiao rested his head on one hand, recalling how she pestered him earlier that evening. "What's she up to these days?" he wondered aloud.

He remembered overhearing gossip at a recent party about the two daughters of the Ye family both fancying the same man—a pretty boy, no less.

A pretty boy? Huo Lingxiao's eyes flashed with a cold light, a low chuckle escaping him. "Little troublemaker, I can tolerate your antics. But if you dare set your sights on some other man, just wait and see what I'll do."

Suddenly, he stood up, his tall frame exuding a powerful aura as he walked to the window. His chiseled features were cast in shadow, making him an enigma in the night.

Meanwhile, on the railroad outside the city, a black car sped recklessly along the tracks, as if the driver had floored the gas pedal. Ye Yuvyuv's pale hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Muttering to herself, "Sis, big sis, wait for me. I'll save you soon. This time, no one will take you away from me."

No one could take her big sister away, not even the Grim Reaper. She'd fight with everything she had to bring her sister back.

An hour later.

At 4 a.m., thirty miles outside of Haicheng, in a small village.

A loud, piercing crash echoed through the air.

The entire village erupted with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking.

Startled villagers scrambled out of their beds, peering towards the railway at the edge of the village, wondering what had happened.

A few brave souls grabbed torches and ran towards the railway where the noise had come from.

"Look, there's a fire over there!"

"What’s on fire?"

"Cars, two cars crashed into each other. There are people standing over there."

"Let's go see and help put out the fire."

Several villagers rushed towards the burning cars.

As they got closer, their faces turned ghostly pale.

They stood frozen, as if rooted to the spot, their shoulders trembling, lips quivering, unable to speak or move.

Blood was everywhere, covering the cars and the ground.

In the pool of blood lay several bodies, their throats, wrists, and ankles slashed at major arteries.

The cuts were deep and precise, made with a sharp knife, leaving no room for hesitation.

Blood gushed from their necks, hands, and feet, the scene too gruesome, too violent, as if someone intended to drain every drop of their blood.

It was terrifying.

"Dead bodies, dead bodies, dead bodies!"

One villager collapsed to the ground, clutching his head, eyes fixed on the blood, his voice a sharp, eerie wail pulled from deep within his throat.

At this moment.

In the train car corridor.

A girl, exuding a chilling aura as if she had emerged from the depths of a frozen hell, moved like a fierce warrior. Her eyes, cold and piercing, followed the trail of bloody footprints she left behind as she made her way toward the VIP section.

Yuvyuv called out in a hoarse whisper, "Sis, I'm here."