Chapter 12

The door closed with a click, and Ye Peitian was alone in the narrow room.

The sound insulation there was poor, and he could clearly hear various sounds.

There was a baby crying, and a mother comforting him softly.

Someone was scrubbing bowls, and the metal tableware collided with each other, making a sharp sound.

There were couples doing things, and the creaking sound of the bed was mixed with the sweaty voice.

The children upstairs ran across the roof barefoot, and fell to the ground, making a series of clear jumping sounds.

A woman was scolding her man, as the man tried giving her explanation. Another family had a man beating a woman, and the woman was crying and screaming.

Such lively voices swept into Ye Peitian’s ears.

The memory of such lively years settled in the deepest part of his brain suddenly turned out from the bottom of his dead heart. It felt strange and he was unaccustomed to it.

He had not been in such a noisy environment for a long time.

How long was it? Three years or five years?

This was a human life, not a place where a demon like him could stay.

It was too noisy.

These lively voices plunged into his hollow heart, and there was a sigh of anger in it.

Why, everyone could live so lively, only he was sacrificed to be kept alone in the black abyss.

He should cover everything with yellow sand and make all sounds disappear. Then everything would be quiet, and return to the dead silence.

He was patient, but the damn voices were getting noisier and disturbed him.

Ye Peitian looked at the mottled ceiling and felt that he should escape from there and return to the castle where he lived.

The yellow sand castle was empty, huge, and had countless rooms. There was a desert within a few miles, no one dared to set foot in it and so there was no sound.

It was terrifyingly quiet. He lit all the room lights every night and stayed alone in the huge castle.

That was the life he was accustomed to, and that was where the demon should be.

Ye Peitian’s hands were crippled. He spent a lot of energy to sit up and lean against the wall.

His whole body was cold and painful. It had almost run out of blood and the new blood made was not enough to support the body’s activities.

But it didn’t matter. As long as he could move, he must leave.

With crippled hands, it was not easy to balance his body. When he got out of bed, he failed to stabilize his body and fell off the edge of the bed.

He struggled to get up from the ground. A small blood spot on the pillow came into his sight, and the murderous big devil’s heart was caught in that spot.

The little red dot seemed more dazzling than the meandering blood.

He looked at it for a long time. He was unable to reach out to it and could only touch the red spot with his eyes instead of his finger.

This was the first time someone had shed blood for him in so many years.

The window clicked loudly, and a little boy’s head emerged from the tall window.

To prevent theft, the windows were tall and small, and anti-theft rails were also installed. The little boy’s head scrambled hard to make sure the bed in the room was empty.

From the gap of the stainless steel anti-theft net, he reached his small thin arm, holding a long iron hook in his hand. It reached the table under the window. He knocked and tried to see if he could check something.

He squeezed his face in the window, struggling to stretch his neck and tried to see through the narrow view if there was anything in the room that he could take away.

Then, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were cold and fierce, like a brutal beast in the jungle.

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