After midnight

Chapter 188 Peaceful Death

"Okay, after telling you so much, it's time for me to go back." Song Hongtian sighed and stood up by supporting himself with his thighs.

"By the way, has the 'Son of God' ever told you his story? I'm quite curious." Song Hongtian stood in front of Zhang Yang, pretending to be casual, and asked him casually.

"Forget it, it's too late. I'll listen to you next time I come to see you." After saying this, Song Hongtian turned sideways and walked away.

The door closed with a clang. Zhang Yang was stunned.

Things were changing subtly, and An Ran was not unaware. Zhang Yang's attitude towards him became more and more distant, perfunctory and arrogant. The gloom and darkness that occasionally appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes when he looked at him frightened him even more.

"Zhang Yang." An Ran called Zhang Yang before he left. He decided to talk to him.

It was a hot and humid day with no wind. On the roof of a dilapidated building in the suburbs, An Ran said to him, "Zhang Yang, you can tell me anything that happened to you recently."

"Nothing." Zhang Yang turned his back to him.

"really?"

"real."

"Zhang Yang..."

"That's enough, Anran, you don't understand anything. You have never experienced the pain of losing everything. If you want to spy on me or show your false concern, you can go find someone else. I am not your only one, and you don't care about me at all. Don't be so exaggerated with those sweet words. If you want to impress yourself, don't drag me into it. Those performances you want me to see make me feel sick."

Zhang Yang said this viciously and turned away.

That day, An Ran waited there alone for a long time but Zhang Yang did not come back. No one knew what he was thinking, but An Ran returned home very late. After he returned home, he did not see Zhang Yang for a long time.

Almost a month later, he didn't see Zhang Yang, but met Song Hongtian.

"Long time no see. Are you getting along well with the 'Guardian'?"

"Don't bother." An Ran looked indifferent. No one was more familiar with Song Hongtian's mean face than him.

"Your body is almost at its limit."

"Fortunately, I can still hold on for a while."

"For a while? An Ran, I don't plan to let you live too long."

"Hasn't it always been you who has the final say in my life?" An Ran held his head high, proud and unyielding. Song Hongtian and all his schemes and tricks would never make him weak.

"You should really let Zhang Yang see how sharp your tongue is. Why, you really don't want to tell him what kind of suffering you are enduring."

"He knows, but he has never thought deeply about it. He has suffered enough, and I don't want him to suffer more."

"You are sober enough. An Ran, you really make people want to destroy you. Tell me, if I ask Zhang Yang to kill you, will he kill you?"

"Song Hongtian, let him go. He is useless now."

"I just won't. An Ran, let me tell you, I can control your life for nearly eighteen years, so I can control your life and death. Not only can I control your life and death, but I can also control your brother's life and death."

"Song Hongtian!" An Ran interrupted him, "You won't be so proud for long."

"Oh? What ability do you have that can make me unhappy? An Ran?"

Anran was unmoved, and he said, "You will be destroyed by what you have created with your own hands. You are destined to go to hell."

"Hahahahaha, only incompetent people would place their hopes in ghosts and gods. If there really is heaven and hell in this world, then let me control the world."

Song Hongtian's words were so deafening that An Ran clenched his fists. He only hated that he could not end the fate of the "Son of God" with his own hands, and that he would bring disaster to the next generation for no reason.

"Okay, Anran, don't think about how to resist fate. The power you unleashed after signing the contract is about to be exhausted. I am really grateful to you for laying a solid foundation for my "Son of God" replication plan. Well, finally, in order for my plan to officially begin, please die." Song Hongtian said and left gracefully.

Song Hongtian left in a carefree manner without noticing An Ran's relieved expression behind him, because Song Hongtian could never have imagined that the beginning of his plan was also the beginning of An Ran's plan.

And just as An Ran said, Song Hongtian was destroyed by the thing he created with his own hands - his son.

After the last conversation with Song Hongtian, time passed quietly until November. An Ran looked at the moonlight blocked by dark clouds outside the window at night, and resolutely climbed over the wall from the big tree outside her window.

Song Hongtian didn't have much time left for him, so he had to go see him again before everything was over. An Ran looked for him for a long time before finding him by the river under Jiudong Bridge.

"Zhang Yang."

"What are you doing here?"

"I already know everything."

"What do you know? Then what is your choice?" Zhang Yang looked at him.

"Zhang Yang, leave here. If you leave here, you will be free."

Zhang Yang stared at him with his dark eyes, then slowly stepped back. "Don't deceive yourself. You know it's impossible. Instead of looking forward to my departure, look forward to our next meeting. An Ran."

Zhang Yang quickly climbed up the embankment and disappeared. He once again left An Ran behind him.

How do you know that leaving is impossible if you don't try? Or have you already made the choice? An Ran looked at Zhang Yang's back and suddenly felt tired. He also stood up and left after Zhang Yang left. This time, he would not choose to wait again. Zhang Yang, as you said, let's look forward to seeing each other again next time. After meeting, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and you and I no longer owe each other.

As An Ran expected, his last meeting with Zhang Yang soon came. It was November 1999, 11, a dark and windy night. Zhang Yang climbed over the wall from a tree and sneaked into An Ran's study room with a dagger.

When Zhang Yang pushed the door open, An Ran was sitting at the desk, turning the last page of her notebook. When she saw him come in, she stopped writing.

"You're here." An Ran said.

Zhang Yang didn't expect An Ran to be so indifferent to his appearance. So he put on a cold face. "You know I'm here, but do you know why I'm here?"

An Ran's simple words had already provoked Zhang Yang's anger. But An Ran not only remained silent, but also sat there, as steady as a rock.

"You know it, right? You do know it! Why? An Ran, this is why! You always make me hate you like this."

"Then what do you want to see? Aren't you going to take action? Then please hurry up." This was the first time that Zhang Yang expressed his hatred so directly in front of An Ran. After An Ran was stunned for a moment, her expression immediately returned to its original calmness.

"Okay, okay, okay. That's what you said." Zhang Yang approached An Ran step by step. He deliberately slowed down his pace, trying to see something from An Ran's face, but An Ran just looked at him calmly as he walked up to him.

"Do you really want me to kill you?"

"Aren't you the one who wants to kill me?"

The two were so close that Zhang Yang could see that An Ran's eyes were full of ridicule and mockery towards him. He had never seen such a look in An Ran's eyes before. An Ran was so strange tonight.

He flew into a rage and said, "An Ran, you really lied to me!"

"Zhang Yang." An Ran said coldly: "There is one thing I won't lie to you about. I don't want to die at all. I can't bear to leave my brother, my best brother in the world."

When An Ran mentioned An Ge, her eyes were filled with deep attachment and reluctance. In such a gentle look, Zhang Yang raised his hand and fiercely plunged the dagger into An Ran's chest. An Ran, go to hell with me.

The splash of bright red blood stung Zhang Yang's eyes. He spasmed in pain, and the piercing pain from his heart made it impossible for him to be distracted. In the second before the study door opened, he slammed the window and walked out, his world spinning. He couldn't see anything, not even the look in An Ran's eyes that stayed on him for the last second.

It was filled with so much hope, he just hoped that he would live a good life for the rest of his life.

"Song Hongtian, I did it." Three days later, Zhang Yang threw the blood-stained dagger in front of him.

"What? Do you want to take credit from me? If I remember correctly, it was you who took the initiative to take this job." Song Hongtian glanced at him coldly.

"I know. I said from the beginning that An Ran could only die in my hands. Song Hongtian, I came here to tell you that I'm leaving."

"Okay." These two short words, nothing else to say. As expected, in Song Hongtian's eyes, he had no value at all.

"Zhang Yang, the 'Guardian' who betrayed the 'Son of God' will have his abilities greatly reduced after enduring the pain of heart paralysis. You should be thankful that you have cultivated pure abilities before this. Otherwise, you will never encounter it again in your entire life. This is my last advice to you. Take care of yourself."

Zhang Yang knew what Song Hongtian wanted to say. He was just saying that he was a discarded child. But he didn't believe a word of it. He had already killed the Son of God, and nothing could hold him back.

How ignorant and naive Zhang Yang is.

Song Hongtian watched Zhang Yang leave with a gloomy look in his eyes. The Son of God and the Guardian had such good fighting talents that they could reach a height that he could never reach in his lifetime at such a young age. But it didn't matter, no matter how outstanding their abilities were. Everything was under the control of his power.

Song Hongtian was sure that Zhang Yang would come back one day and join the devil. Because he was the one who sent himself into the darkness. Zhang Yang, I'll wait for you here.

One day in February 2003, Zhang Yang appeared in front of Song Hongtian again. The wind was biting cold that day, just like the temperature of Zhang Yang. He said to Song Hongtian, "I'll bring the child to you."

He will not let any of An Ran, An Ge and Anyan go.