He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 145 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 3

Punishing human traffickers is a matter for the government, so Wen Yan didn't get involved and focused on following Yan Wei.

Yan and Wei didn't chase her away, letting this little tail follow her.

until--

"My hand is fine."

Yan Wei was helpless; his usually calm tone fluctuated considerably after meeting Wen Yan.

"They're all broken, how can you say it's nothing!"

Wen Yan took it very seriously and insisted on dragging Yan Wei to see a doctor.

Yan Wei wanted to refuse, but he had no choice but to sit on the wooden chair and watch the old man feel his pulse.

His eyes were vacant for a moment, but upon closer inspection, they were only dim for a fleeting instant.

"Hiss," the white-haired old man stroked his beard, his expression serious, which made Wen Yan tense up.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with my husband?"

The old man looked at Yan Wei and then at Wen Yan, unsure of what to say, and simply told Wen Yan to go out with him.

"Was your husband abused when he was a child? How could his perfectly healthy body be changed like this?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "He risked his life for this skill; I'm afraid he won't live much longer..."

Wen Yan's pupils constricted sharply: "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry... It's not that I can't cure him. If I can relieve his depression and take good care of him, he can live a long life. It's just... I'm afraid he won't be willing."

The old man sighed.

He could tell at a glance that this man was not someone who would live a life of leisure and detachment from worldly affairs.

With his long, slender, fair fingers idly tugging at the drooping gauze, Yan Wei listened to the old man's words without even lifting his eyelids.

It seems they already knew.

The old man went to prepare the medicine, leaving Wen Yan standing there alone.

Autumn has arrived, and the yard is covered with a layer of withered yellow leaves, which the children learning medicine from the old man sweep up haphazardly.

Are you late again?

Wen Yan was speechless.

The world lost its color in an instant; in the vast torrent of time, she could not bear to lose him again.

"Wen Yan... come back."

Yan Wei glanced at the dazed woman outside, called her name for the first time, but didn't know what to say, so he simply called her back to his side.

Wen Yan turned to look at him.

The low wooden door, the simple table and chairs, only he, dressed in white, was exceptionally beautiful.

The long gaze vanished the moment it met his eyes, leaving no time to catch the astonishment in them.

"You heard me."

Wen Yan wanted to call out to him, but realized that he hadn't told her his name yet.

Yan Wei nodded, remained silent for two seconds, and then spoke.

"Yan Wei, that's my name."

"Yes, my husband."

Yan and Wei: ...

The old man was a skilled doctor, and the medicine he prescribed was all correct. Wen Yan glanced at it a few times, found no problems, and then went to decoct the medicine herself.

She just didn't expect that Yan Wei wouldn't drink it.

"Really not going to drink?"

Yan and Wei simply closed their eyes to show their resistance.

He hated the suffocating feeling of the medicine violently filling his throat and then being swallowed uncontrollably, until his mouth and nose were blocked.

Wen Yan just discovered that Yan Wei particularly dislikes food and only eats to stay alive.

It's been completely dark since last night, and he's only had a few sips of water.

She drank it while hiding from Wen Yan.

It's not quite "drinking," "pouring" would be a more accurate description.

He gulped down a large bowl of water until his eyes were bloodshot. The veins on his already fair face were faintly visible. His thin lips were wide open, and before he could even swallow the first mouthful of water, the next mouthful was gushed down...

She rushed in and snatched his bowl. He froze for a moment, didn't say anything, just glanced at her, and then brushed past her.

He reverted to his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

I just ignored her for an afternoon.

Now she's ignoring me even though it's time for her medicine.

"Yan Wei, how can you get better if you don't take your medicine?"

Wen Yan was helpless and didn't know what to do. Should she really force him to drink it?

Thinking back to the brutal scenes I witnessed during the day, I inexplicably don't want to experience that again.

I tried to persuade him for a long time, but he still didn't react; his closed eyelids didn't move at all.

Yan Wei was getting annoyed and subconsciously reached for the needles, only to find that she had thrown them all away.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his unfocused pupils fragile and eerie, a dense sense of panic surging in with the night, and all that remained before him seemed to be a blurry outline.

Wen Yan stared into his eyes and silently waved her hand.

He didn't react...

"you go!"

A sudden low growl came towards Wen Yan's direction.

Yan Wei's eyes were bloodshot, and his waist was bent forward in an unknown arc, as if he were being pressed down hard by something.

His eyes were an unusually red, showing a sense of disorientation, making one wonder if he might spit out blood at any moment.

He must be scary like that, right?

Wen Yan thinks.

But seeing his unfocused pupils flickering slightly, and his broken wrist hanging limply, trembling arrhythmically, I suddenly felt differently.

On the contrary, I felt a little sorry for her.

She approached.

"roll!"

Yan and Wei retreated.

Bang! It was the loud crash of the chair collapsing as someone hurriedly backed away.

Very embarrassed.

It felt like my heart had been hit hard by a hammer, both painful and suffocating.

There's nothing else to it, I just feel that he shouldn't be in such a disheveled, defensive, prickly state, like a mad dog on its last legs.

Wen Yan continued walking slowly towards him.

Suddenly, she stopped, her gaze sharpened, and after a moment of looking up, she flew to Yan Wei's side, pulled him aside, and rolled away.

But then a machete fell from the spot where he had just been standing, snapping the roof beam in two.

Wen Yan grabbed Yan Wei's hand and carefully pushed him behind her, her eyes icy cold.

She said, "If such a large operation is so easily destroyed, do you think the human traffickers will let it go?"

So that's where they were all waiting.

They'll wait until Yan Wei goes blind and insane so they can kill him.

Wen Yan's eyes turned red with anger, and she wished she could grab a cleaver and kill everyone in the group!

No, not at least not now.

She turned and nestled into Yan Wei's arms, using him as a crutch to help straighten his bent back.

“Miss Wen is a smart woman,” the leader of the men in black said coldly. “Give him to us, and we’ll call it even.”

"A dog is a dog, why is it trying to talk like a human?"

Wen Yan wouldn't listen to a word.

Are you kidding me? Is the "ceiling of force" just a figure of speech?

Let alone these few people, even if there were a whole bunch of them, she could still kill them all with one hand.

only……

The person behind me was as cold as a block of ice, and this block of ice was trembling uncontrollably; he must have fallen ill.

We need to think of a clever way to outsmart them.

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Wei rushed out first. Wen Yan's pupils shrank sharply, and just as she was about to pull him back, the fabric of his clothes brushed past her hand.

He bent over and pulled the half-buried machete out with incredible speed.

In just a few seconds, four men in black had been shot in the head...

The way Yan and Wei killed people was even more brutal and savage than when he poured water on them.

It's hard to imagine that a cold and dignified person could chop someone up as easily as chopping cabbage.

The machete was a bit too heavy; it wasn't as convenient as the silver needles.

After a few swings, you have to stop and catch your breath before you can continue, so silver needles are much more convenient.

No, it should be that the hand is more convenient.

The out-of-focus gaze roughly swept towards the right.

Tsk, if he hadn't broken his right hand while trying to sneak in, he would have really liked to hear the snapping sound of a neck being broken.

That's a real shame.

Blood flowed like a river in an instant, and those who tried to escape were also killed by Wen Yan with a few stabs.

The silk white robes hung limply together, their red hues as vibrant as an ink painting.

Yan and Wei sat in the very center.

Looking up and scanning the surroundings, all I could see was still red.

have they gone?

That's good, one less nuisance.

It's a pity, I gave her a free chance, but I still couldn't kill her.

Yan Wei emptied his mind and body, sitting in the pile of blood, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Tsk, I'm a little annoyed. I guess it's because I didn't kill the woman who saw me at my most pathetic.

Suddenly, a soft hand pulled him up and groped his chest. Yan Wei grabbed it.

"Wen...yan?"

"Hey, it's me, my husband. Let me change your clothes."

"...I just killed someone, and I'm still injured, so I'm not in the mood..." Knowing that the person hadn't left, Yan Wei narrowed his eyes, and his face darkened for a moment when he heard her words.

"What do you mean by 'feeling'? Are you going to run away wearing blood-stained clothes?"

Wen Yan's hands moved non-stop, and after cleaning the person, she put clothes on them.

The elegant white round-necked robe looks beautiful.