Chapter 57 - 054 Survival Rules
Yun Ya, being short and lacking in strength, didn’t pack much force even at her fullest effort, but the iron handle was solid, and it was a wonder if it didn’t leave a mark when it hit the fragile skull.
In pain and disbelief, Yun Sha turned her head.
The little girl held the dustpan with both hands, her pair of shiny black eyes gazing heavily, enshrouded in clouds and mists, dark and oppressive.
Her small figure stood ramrod straight as if no hardship could ever crush her, her expression stubborn yet enduring.
However, her trembling fingers betrayed the fragility in her heart at that moment.
"You... you..." Yun Sha pointed at her, and instantly blood oozed out from her forehead, sliding down the side of her face in a horrifying trail.
Yun Ya’s eyes were fixed on her, fierce like a leopard ready to pounce, ready to tear apart anyone who dared to harm her with her sharp fangs mercilessly.
Only now did Yun Sha realize that she had underestimated this young lady; the mistress was right—she was a wolf that could never be tamed, unpredictable in when she might bite. Yun Sha had never believed it, but now, she was paying the price for her misjudgment.
In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Yun Sha’s mind; she had been hesitant before she left about what the mistress had told her, but now...
Enduring the severe pain in her head, she suddenly reached out to grab Yun Ya, deciding that this child could no longer stay...
How could Yun Ya not see the murderous intent in her eyes? She braced herself inwardly, not letting any fear show as she agilely turned, causing Yun Sha to miss and nearly crash headfirst into a wall.
Steadying herself, Yun Sha glared coldly at Yun Ya, "Miss Yun Ya, you truly have surprised me. If you let go now, I’ll treat this as a childish tantrum, and we’ll drop the matter. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise, what? Will you kill to silence me?" Yun Ya’s baby-faced delicate visage suddenly radiated an eerie charm, her pitch-black eyes swirling with a cold and mocking glint, delivering a powerful shock to Yun Sha.
Miss Yun Ya, she...
No matter what, this child could not remain. With a resolute heart, Yun Sha took steps toward Yun Ya. Doing manual labor all year round, her arms were muscular and strong, her height towering, providing her with an absolute advantage over Yun Ya like an imposing mountain, pressing in with intense intimidation.
Suddenly, a trace of fear appeared on Yun Ya’s small face, which, when seen by Yun Sha, made her laugh involuntarily. After all, she was just a child, and Yun Sha would let her know the consequences of her actions today...
"Miss Yun Ya, you’ve brought this on yourself. When you get to Hell, don’t blame me. If you’re going to blame anyone, blame yourself for being born from Ji Lanyi’s womb..."
Yun Ya was cornered, with nowhere to retreat.
As Yun Sha closed in, she reached out for Yun Ya’s neck the next moment.
The neck was so slender, a light grip was all she needed to end the girl’s life right then and there.
Although the mistress harbored many prejudices against her, it was undeniable that she was an exceptional girl. Yun Sha could almost foresee the exciting life that Ji Yunya would have when she grew up.
The girl had a pair of very pretty eyes, just like that person, no wonder the mistress disliked her so much, eager to send her away.
However, at this moment, the fear in her eyes along with a trace of repressed vulnerability caused Yun Sha to hesitate, her grip unwittingly loosening.
It was in this moment of distraction that Yun Ya’s hanging arm suddenly lifted, the corner of the mop in her hand revealing a sharp gleam, as she ferociously drove it towards Yun Sha’s chest.
By the time Yun Sha reacted, it was too late; the next moment, the sharp edge pierced her chest, and her complexion turned deathly pale as she glared menacingly at Yun Ya.
"You’re seeking death..." she suddenly clenched Yun Ya’s throat.
Yun Ya just smiled, a smile so tender yet akin to a devil from Hell, her eyes a deep, intense black like boundless darkness engulfing one’s soul, struggling in the endless abyss of Hell.
The strength in Yun Sha’s hand gradually diminished, her face as pale as paper, retreating while clutching her chest. Yun Ya, against the icy tiles, crashed to the ground, disregarding the pain as she clawed her way up towards Yun Sha.
"You..." Yun Sha spat out a mouthful of blood, staring incredulously at the girl in front of her.
She had a face as delicate and fair as a porcelain doll, her hair thick and luxuriant like seaweed, wearing a pink puffy dress, and her steps were graceful as she approached, her eyes shimmering like sunlight scattered across the spring water, icy and sparkling, yet her lips bore the gentlest smile in the world.
She was like a princess straight from a fairy tale, exquisitely elegant and unattainably noble.
Yet to Yun Sha, she appeared as a demon from Hell; she would never forget that moment when the fierce intent to kill flashed in the girl’s eyes, so resolute and mad, with no sign of retreat.
"Granny Yun Sha, the rule of survival in this world is kill or be killed, so, if you have to blame someone, blame it on the fact that you are Granny’s person, right? Actually, I don’t wish to kill anyone, but you were in my way."
Her voice was tender, as if whining, yet her hand pushed the handle of the mop forward with all her might. The next moment, Yun Sha collapsed to the ground, blood continually flowing from her mouth, her eyes full of fear as she looked at the girl lying in front of her.
As Yun Ya began to unbutton her shirt, she said softly, "If you get to Hell, remember to seek vengeance from Yun Shu; she’s the one who killed you..."
Yun Sha, losing too much blood, saw her pupils gradually dilate. She suddenly used the last of her strength to grasp Yun Ya’s wrist tightly, the force so great it almost seemed to crush Yun Ya’s bones.
"You... will find no peace in death... you devil," she hissed.
Yun Ya didn’t even frown as she tenderly looked at Yun Sha, whispering, "Find no peace in death? But what to do? I have already died, you know?"
She then leaned closer to her ear, murmuring softly, "Because I am the devil that crawled up from Hell, you can rest easy, I will avenge you..."
Yun Sha glared at her in frustration: "What in the world... do you want to do? You... will receive retribution for this..."
Yun Ya chuckled, "Of course, I’m looking for a scapegoat. Do you think the police will believe a five-year-old child is capable of murder?"
But no matter how shocked and unwilling Yun Sha was, she couldn’t fight against the ensuing drowsiness and darkness...
In her last moments before death, she suddenly became worried for the lady. Ji Yunya, such a terrifying person; Lady, can you really contend with her?
Seeing Yun Sha with her eyes now closed, Yun Ya murmured to herself, "Humans indeed should not be softhearted..."