Obscuris Labyrinth

After that chaos, no one attacked Zhao Yuxuan anymore. At this time, someone was heard stammering, "Madman. This guy is simply a madman, definitely a madman. Forget it, Zhao Xiaogang. We can't afford to mess with him. I heard that even if a madman kills someone, he is not guilty." There was full of fear and dread in that voice.

Immediately after, someone exclaimed in a low voice, "Hurry up, the police are coming." This voice was like an order. Instantly, a series of heavy footsteps sounded, and then the footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared.

Zhao Yuxuan knew in his heart that Zhao Xiaogang and his gang had left. He slowly raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and immediately his hand was covered with dripping blood. However, his blurry vision became a little clearer because of this, and he was already able to see the scene ahead. Sure enough, not far away, several policemen were hurrying towards this side. He knew clearly that if he was taken to the security protection center, he would face endless troubles. So, enduring the pain all over his body, he limped with difficulty through the bustling crowd and then walked slowly along the railway track.

Finally, he reached a dark place with no lights, pitch - black. He looked back and found that the police hadn't followed him. Only then did he lie down as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

However, as soon as he lay down, the pain all over his body, like a raging tide, truly swept over his body. It was a bone - deep pain. Even if he moved just a little, he couldn't help but let out a painful groan. Zhao Yuxuan himself felt very strange. How could he have gotten up from the ground to fight back just now? He didn't even know whether his internal organs were injured. But at this moment, he had no energy to think about these problems. He felt like a lonely boat drifting in the violent wind and huge waves, extremely tired. If God wanted to take his life, so be it. He had never believed in reincarnation, nor in hell or the underworld. But now, he hoped that these things existed because then he could see his father and mother. In this world, only his father and mother were the ones who loved and cared for him the most. But why did they die suddenly? Why on earth was that?

At the thought of his father's tragic experience, a raging fire seemed to burn in Zhao Yuxuan's heart, an unquenchable fire of revenge. No, he couldn't die. He must not fall down like this. He had his own mission, the only mission that supported him to live on.

Zhao Yuxuan began to slowly and bit by bit try to get up. Every movement made the pain on his body seem even more intense than before, as if countless devil's claws were tearing at his body fiercely. But he could only endure it, had to endure it. He knew clearly in his heart that if he couldn't bear this little pain, what could he talk about revenge? He wanted to turn himself into a gun, a long gun that had been tempered thousands of times, extremely sharp, able to penetrate all hardships and pierce all obstacles.

Since his whole body was injured, it was too troublesome to go out from the front station entrance. Zhao Yuxuan had no choice but to continue limping slowly along the railway. He remembered that he had been here before. One hundred meters further ahead, there was a place where the iron fence had been stolen and not yet repaired. He could crawl out from there.

However, that mere one - hundred - meter journey seemed like an insurmountable chasm to Zhao Yuxuan at this time. Every small step he took felt like countless sharp needles were stabbing his wounds fiercely. The pain spread from the wounds like a dense net and instantly spread all over his body. His forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, which slowly slid down his cheeks and mixed with the still - wet blood on his face, making him look extremely wretched. But there was a firm look in his eyes, a tenacious determination never to bow to fate. In this way, it took Zhao Yuxuan more than an hour to finish this difficult one - hundred - meter journey.

Finally, after squeezing through the iron fence with several cut - off bars and a gap, and then sliding down a cement slope, he arrived at a quiet street.

Although the blood on his face had gradually congealed, as long as he moved a little, the wound would split open again. Zhao Yuxuan was not a reckless and ignorant person. He knew that he needed to treat his wounds, so he began to look for a clinic.

To be exact, it was more of a simple pharmacy rather than a clinic. The space in the clinic was extremely narrow, pitifully small, only able to accommodate a small examination bed and a shelf full of medicines. Moreover, the owner and the clerk here were the same person. This was what people called a "black clinic". Around the Xingyao Transportation Hub, such clinics could be seen everywhere, and most of them had eye - popping signs like "One Injection to Cure Venereal Diseases". The customers here were mainly the prostitutes and their clients near the station.

The owner of the clinic, seeing Zhao Yuxuan's injuries, without asking anything, enthusiastically began to clean his wounds. After cleaning the wounds, the owner gave him an injection of anti - inflammatory and antibacterial agents, and another injection for pain relief. He also gave him a bottle of medicinal liquor without any trademark but was said to be very effective for bruises and sprains to take away, but charged him 150 yuan.

Zhao Yuxuan knew very well that this price was really "black", but he had no choice. He knew that these clinics usually had some backers. If he didn't pay or paid less, as long as the owner turned his face, made a phone call, soon two big brothers with tattoos of a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right would appear. If that happened, maybe all his money would be robbed.

However, the effect of the pain - killing injection was real. After coming out of the clinic, Zhao Yuxuan felt that his whole body didn't seem to be as painful as before, and his walking speed was a little faster. He originally had about 900 yuan. After this ordeal, he now had only a little over 700 yuan left. But he had to spend some more money, otherwise, he would always feel uneasy in his heart.

By this time, it was past midnight, and the whole world was immersed in silence. Zhao Yuxuan, however, came to a small store and knocked on the door. He wanted to buy a birthday present for Long Yue. At the thought of Long Yue's disappointed tears, he felt as if a big stone was pressing on his heart, extremely uncomfortable, with a deep sense of guilt towards this girl.

The store owner was awakened by the knocking and opened the door sleepily, his eyes full of surprise and vigilance. Under the store owner's such gaze, Zhao Yuxuan began to carefully select a gift. His eyes slowly swept over the beautiful music boxes one by one, and finally stopped on a particularly exquisite music box. It was a very beautiful music box. Once opened, a little girl in a yellow dress would dance gracefully to the pleasant music. Among all the music boxes in this store, this one was undoubtedly the most outstanding.

When Zhao Yuxuan paid 80 yuan and took the music box to a small fast - food restaurant that had already closed outside the Xingyao Transportation Hub, he knew that this was the facade of Long Yue's parents, and the fast - food cart that Long Yue pushed was locked outside the door.

Zhao Yuxuan carefully placed the music box in the bottom compartment of the fast - food cart and then slowly turned around and left. However, he didn't return to the underground tunnel but found a small hotel and paid 20 yuan for a bed. He took out the bottle of medicinal liquor bought at the clinic and applied it to his wounds once, and then lay down to sleep. For nearly half a month, he had been sleeping on the cold and hard ground. Now, lying on the bed, he only felt that the bed was so soft and comfortable, and the injuries on his body seemed to be less painful. Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Yuxuan slept until nine o'clock. After getting up, he went to buy a ticket. Fortunately, he didn't run into Zhao Xiaogang and his gang.

After buying the ticket, there was still an hour before the train departed. Zhao Yuxuan began to make preparations. He looked at the money in his hand. There was only a little over 400 yuan left. He knew that he had to be very thrifty. It took one and a half days to travel by train from Xingyao City to Xiling, and the food on the train was very expensive. He could only buy instant noodles and mineral water to take on the train.

An hour later, Zhao Yuxuan successfully boarded the train bound for Xiling.

At this time, Zhao Yuxuan never expected that leaving this city would be the beginning of his life - long legend.