Nightmare Attack

After the car accident, his wife, the woman he called Ruoxi, fell into a coma. It was thought that she would never wake up again. Looking at the doctors who were helpless, Linghu Yong felt more painful than death.

Some younger nurses were talking privately, saying that women have really good taste and have chosen a good man. Even if it happens like this, he will never leave her.

But no one knew that Linghu Yong had planned all of this. Even the timing of the car accident, the location of the impact, and the nearby traffic conditions, he even predicted the approximate time for the ambulance to arrive.

That's right, he just wants Ruoxi to die.

Only if she dies 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 would be so tenacious that even 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 alive, there will be a day when she wakes up. When she wakes up, she will definitely realize that this car accident was arranged by herself, and the consequences of that 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 with her eyes closed on the bed.

That was his wife, and now, it has become his reminder.

Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard a rapid breathing sound, and then, the body of the motionless woman on the hospital bed began to tremble.

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

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

They were a pair of empty and confused eyes. After a long time, Ruoxi seemed to realize where she was. Her eyes slowly moved in their sockets, and the moment they touched Linghu Yong, they suddenly changed.

An emotion called fear instantly occupied her eyes.

really

Linghu Yong's heart sank. Although she was slow to respond, she was not stupid. After she woke up, she immediately realized that all this was her fault.

Linghu Yong walked over quickly and stared down at the familiar face.

Ruo Xi's lips trembled slightly. She was injured so badly that she could hardly move or make a sound. The fear in her eyes was almost solid. Linghu Yong could see begging in these eyes.

"You know too many things. I can't take the risk of keeping you here. If I want to blame you, it's because you are too curious and must secretly unlock my computer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu Yong reached out his hand and slowly pulled off the breathing mask on Ruoxi's face.

"call--"

"call--"

The sound of violent breathing sounded, Ruoxi kept twisting her body, her pale face turned red, she struggled painfully, trying to take another breath of fresh air, but everything was destined to be in vain.

Linghu Yong watched all this silently. The nightmare was driving him crazy. He would never allow another person to know his secret, otherwise he would die.

No, he will face an ending more terrifying than death!

He would not place all his hopes on one woman.

The violent struggle seemed to involve the injury, and large mouthfuls of blood flowed out from the mouth. "Cough cough cough." Ruo Xi choked on the blood. The back of her hands stretched straight and veins appeared on her face. Until she died, a pair of eyes were fixed on the order. Hu Yong's face.

Apart from despair, there is only hatred.

Pure astonishing hate.

Staring at the woman's deadpan face, it was impossible to say that he was not afraid at all, but Linghu Yong still gritted his teeth and looked back with the same fierce eyes: "Don't blame me, you brought this on yourself!"

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

The scene in front of him was like a movie replay, flashing through his eyes frame by frame. Each frame was the same as before. After everything settled, Linghu Yong slowly stepped forward and closed the door for Ruoxi. A pair of eyes that never look back.

It wasn't 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 burst out.

Next, it’s all about waiting.

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

Unfortunately it was too late.

But just when he took a few steps, turned around, and wanted to double check whether there were any flaws left out of habit, the scene in front of him made his heart tremble, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze.

Ruoxi's eyes were staring at her, filled with hatred.

how so?

Why did she open her eyes again?

Linghu Yong's nerves were already in a trance. He could no longer tell whether this was reality or whether he had returned to that time and experienced what he had experienced all over again.

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

Something happened

Linghu bravely patted his face. It hurt. It hurt. It didn't feel like a dream. He stepped forward cautiously and stretched out his trembling hands, hoping to close Ruoxi's eyes again.

Closer, closer, just as he touched Ruoxi's eyelids, a biting chill came from his fingertips.

So cold.

Ruoxi's body definitely didn't look like that of a person who had just died. Rather, it looked like it had been hidden in a cold storage for a long time after death.

But fortunately, her eyes closed again, and there were no accidents in the process.

Just when Linghu Yong was about to leave immediately, perhaps it was a premonition that prompted him to turn around and take another look. Even for confirmation, the eyes that met his gaze were still a pair of unyielding eyes.

After a moment, the corners of Ruoxi's already stiff mouth twitched, and large drops of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, "Do you really want me to die?"

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

No, the whole world is crazy!

"Do you really want me to die?!"

"Do you really want me to die?!"

The piercing voice was filled with boundless resentment, like a repeater, with the pitch getting higher and higher.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Linghu Yong's psychological defense finally collapsed. He cried and crawled back, a stream of warm liquid dripping 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, constantly squirming backwards. A pair of plain white hands slowly poked out from the darkness behind him, and Linghu Yong felt a chill on his neck.

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

"No no!! Ah!"