78: Chapter 78 Stop it!

The wind howled, and the rain poured heavily.

Even more terrifying, where Huo Sixian's gaze fell, he couldn't see Ye Qingqing or Ah Huang at all.

He simply couldn't believe why Ye Qingqing had just jumped like that, without even a single word to him.

"Qingqing..." Huo Sixian stared at the commotion below the Deck.

He muttered the words numbly.

But where on the water's surface was Ye Qingqing's figure now?

At that moment, Ye Qingqing, after jumping off the Warship with Ah Huang, immediately took Ah Huang into her space.

She even took a large rock from her space and threw it into the water.

This could create the illusion that Ye Qingqing had jumped into the water.

The only slight downside was that Ye Qingqing hadn't tidied up the place she stayed.

Fortunately, Ye Qingqing had a good habit: after going out, she would put everything that shouldn't be in her room into her space.

However, Ye Qingqing's bedding hadn't been put away.

But it didn't matter much. After all, she was gone. Even if they suspected something, they couldn't do anything to her if they couldn't find her.

What Ye Qingqing didn't know at that moment was that Huo Sixian on the Deck seemed like a dead man.

Not physically dead, but dead inside.

Kong Ziyi and Lu Huan beside him finally managed to pull Huo Sixian back onto the Deck.

But once back on the Deck, Huo Sixian seemed completely devoid of spirit.

His eyes were hollow as he stared ahead, unable to hear anything anyone said.

He just kept muttering, "Qingqing... I was wrong."

Zuo Yuxing, who arrived a step later, saw Huo Sixian in this state.

His gaze searched the Deck for a long time, but he couldn't see Ye Qingqing's figure.

A sense of foreboding rose in Zuo Yuxing's heart.

Gradually, Zuo Yuxing felt his breath becoming labored.

A suffocating pain enveloped his heart.

"Where's Ye Qingqing?" Zuo Yuxing murmured.

But no one answered him.

The expressions on Lu Huan and Kong Ziyi's faces weren't good.

Meng Hangfei stood to the side, dealing with the aftermath.

Xu Xueke, who arrived later, walked slowly to Huo Sixian's side under a delicate umbrella.

After scanning the surroundings and not seeing Ye Qingqing, she couldn't help but laugh.

She even secretly laughed in her heart, mocking Ye Qingqing for overestimating herself and dying just like that.

Her tolerance was truly too small.

But when she saw the sorrowful expression on Huo Sixian's face, she couldn't help but feel hatred rise again.

Ye Qingqing was already dead, yet Huo Sixian was still like this.

Xu Xueke's hatred for Ye Qingqing deepened even more.

"Brother Si Yan..." Xu Xueke walked to Huo Sixian's side, offering an umbrella, wanting to shield him.

But Huo Sixian showed no reaction.

At that moment, Huo Sixian's mind was filled with the image of Ye Qingqing turning and plunging into the water.

He dared not imagine how desperate she must have been when she jumped.

At the same time, Huo Sixian realized how terribly wrong his own actions had been.

A sense of desolation rose in Huo Sixian's heart; he believed Ye Qingqing wasn't dead.

Moreover, Ye Qingqing would absolutely not die.

"Brother Si Yan..." Huo Sixian's thoughts were interrupted by Xu Xueke's voice.

Huo Sixian slowly turned his eyes, then glared fiercely at Xu Xueke.

As he abruptly sat up, the rainwater splashed onto Xu Xueke's delicate clothes.

"Brother Si Yan..." Seeing the black mud stains on her dress, Xu Xueke instinctively frowned.

Huo Sixian grabbed Xu Xueke by the throat: "How many times have I told you? I have no relationship with you. 'Brother Si Yan' is not for you to call me."

"Don't think I don't know your schemes. Aren't you just jealous of Ye Qingqing?"

"Xu Xueke, I'm telling you clearly now: I don't like you. The one I've always liked is Ye Qingqing!"

The others who hadn't yet grasped the situation were terrified by Huo Sixian's actions.

But Golden Peace, who was watching from the side, and Xu Xueke herself knew.

At that moment, Huo Sixian's grip was vicious.

Xu Xueke even felt her breath becoming labored.

"Si..." Xu Xueke struggled to speak.

But Huo Sixian's mind was entirely preoccupied with worry for Ye Qingqing; his thoughts were not on Xu Xueke at all.

Seeing this, Lu Huan and Kong Ziyi realized things were getting worse.

Watching as Xu Xueke's face instantly turned bright red.

Kong Ziyi immediately went to pull Huo Sixian away.

"Boss, calm down!"

"Even if you strangle Xu Xueke now, Ye Qingqing has already jumped!"

Huo Sixian, lost in rage, couldn't hear anyone's words. What filled his heart and mind

was all Ye Qingqing.

Xu Xueke kept beating her hands against Huo Sixian.

Even physiological tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

But Huo Sixian seemed not to see.

This farce continued until Xu Yousheng arrived.

Seeing his precious daughter being choked by the neck and held in the air by Huo Sixian, Xu Yousheng's heart leaped into his throat.

His voice was urgent: "Huo Sixian! What are you doing? Stop right now!"

Hearing Xu Yousheng's voice, Huo Sixian slowly turned his head. Raindrops splashed against his face.

The rain slid slowly from his forehead, over the tip of his nose, his lips, and finally into his clothes.

Huo Sixian's eyes were bloodshot. When that gaze fell on Xu Yousheng, Xu Yousheng even felt a hint of threat.

Hearing Xu Yousheng's arrival,

Xu Xueke struggled even more fiercely.

But the more Xu Xueke struggled, the tighter Huo Sixian's grip became.

Choking Xu Xueke until her last breath was almost gone.

She kept looking at Xu Yousheng with hopeful eyes.

Xu Yousheng felt as if his entire head was in Huo Sixian's grasp.

He had only this one precious daughter, always pampered. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Xu Yousheng's heart ached intensely.

His voice trembled as he spoke: "H-Huo Sixian, what do you want? Let Xueke go!"

After hearing Xu Yousheng's words, Huo Sixian's lips curled into a bleak smile: "Chief Xu, you also know I never hit women. But now, this is the Post-Apocalyptic World."

As Huo Sixian spoke, the pressure in his hand gradually increased.

Xu Xueke's face turned from red to pale.

Xu Yousheng's heart tightened. If Huo Sixian didn't let go soon, the Gun at Xu Yousheng's waist was ready.

Ready to deliver a fatal blow to Huo Sixian at any moment.