How to Tame a God and the Lucky Beasts-Chapter 149 - 150: Shock

Ruan Xingwen began his performance from this scene.

It was as if his brother was kneeling before him, holding the girl he loved, crying out in agony...

Yang Xiaotu stood there, staring blankly at the scene, his eyes revealing confusion and helplessness.

He never expected this girl to be so important to his brother, nor did he expect her death to bring such pain to him.

Yang Xiaotu backed away repeatedly, unable to face Yang Shu at this moment, and turned to run back home.

Yang Shu, also devastated by the loss of his fiancée, failed to notice his brother had disappeared.

Yang Xiaotu ran all the way back home, panting heavily as he leaned against the door and slid down onto the cold floor.

He hugged his knees tightly, drawing his already fragile body into a huddled position.

Brother...

Brother...

After a while, he suddenly remembered, he had something to give to his brother, perhaps if his brother received his gift, he wouldn’t be so sad?

Surely he would be!

A hint of delight appeared on Yang Xiaotu’s face as he stood up abruptly.

Having crouched for a long time, he felt a momentary dizziness after standing up suddenly and staggered.

But he didn’t care, quickly getting back up after falling and ran to his room.

"The thing, the thing..."

Yang Xiaotu searched through his desk but couldn’t find the gift he wanted to give his brother.

"Where’s my thing?! My gift!"

"Ah!"

"Crash..."

Everything on the desk was thrown to the ground.

Yang Xiaotu held his head in anguish, still pondering why his gift had disappeared.

There was only him and his brother at home...

And his room was such that only he and his brother could enter...

He had hidden the gift well...

Placed right beside those disgusting people’s photos he had collected...

Yang Xiaotu suddenly raised his head, looking at the pile of clutter he’d just thrown to the floor.

While searching earlier, he hadn’t seen those photos either!

Both the photos and the gift were gone!

Brother...

So, brother has discovered?

Brother, you’ve already noticed, haven’t you...

At that moment, Yang Xiaotu suddenly calmed down.

The matter weighing on his heart had finally been discovered by his brother, giving him a sense of relief.

These people deserve to die! He had also personally sent them to hell!

Afterwards, he would go to hell too? After all, so much blood was on his hands...

He didn’t care where he would end up after death.

The only thing he worried about was his brother, Yang Shu.

Now he regretted it, regretted killing that girl.

If he died, it would leave his brother all alone.

Even now he did not regret killing an innocent girl because he feared she would take his brother away.

The real reason for his regret was that he killed someone who could accompany his brother.

"Brother, I’m sorry..."

Yang Xiaotu stood dazed in the middle of the bedroom, looking down at his slender hands, murmuring to himself.

His brother had already discovered the photos he stored, and with his brother’s intelligence and acuity, it wouldn’t be long before he found out he was the murderer.

At that time, on one hand was his brother, dependent on him, while on the other was his brother’s commitment to law and justice...

His brother would surely be torn...

Perhaps he should make the decision for his brother...

His open palm clenched into a fist again, Yang Xiaotu made up his mind.

With the experience he had before, his mind was already filled with countless ways to end himself.

He finally chose a method that would bring him both pain and relief.

Yang Xiaotu first cleaned up the things scattered on the floor.

Then he walked to the wardrobe, looking at the figure of the frail boy in the mirror.

He reached up to touch the face in the mirror, opening the cabinet door where the mirror was installed.

From inside, he took out a brand-new white shirt and casual pants, putting them on.

He hated being dirty.

While rummaging through things just now, he accidentally soiled the sleeve of his white shirt, hence he changed into clean clothes.

Looking at himself in the mirror again, Yang Xiaotu nodded with satisfaction.

A pale face showed a hint of a smile, but the smile never reached his eyes.

Having changed clothes, he walked into the bathroom, scanned around, and locked his gaze on the white bathtub.

That’s it.

He turned on the tap to fill the bathtub, quietly watching as the cold water slowly filled the entire tub.

When the water was close to the edge of the bathtub, Yang Xiaotu turned off the tap and stepped into the bathtub.

The water was just right, with Yang Xiaotu sitting in it, the water surface just reaching the bathtub’s edge.

Yang Xiaotu was very satisfied with this.

He wouldn’t mess up the house, so his brother wouldn’t be bothered by cleaning the room.

Even though the bathtub was filled with cold water, and Yang Xiaotu sat in it, seemingly unable to feel the temperature, he took out the blade he had already prepared from his pocket.

Yang Xiaotu held the blade in his right hand, quietly leaning against the bathtub, staring at the blade he held up.

"Brother, will you miss me?"

"Brother, if Xiaotu dies, will you always remember me?"

"Brother, Xiaotu feels so cold..."

"Brother..."

The bathroom echoed with Yang Xiaotu’s words, but no one could respond to him.

Finally, the blade in his right hand fell onto his left wrist.

Blood flowed from the wound, dyeing the cold water around the wrist red.

Slowly, the entire bathtub’s water turned red...

The cold water slowed the loss of blood.

Even at this moment, Yang Xiaotu still had consciousness, his vacant eyes staring at the bathroom door.

Maybe he still held onto the thought that his brother would come back to save him.

"Ah..."

Yang Xiaotu finally gave up, slowly closing his eyes.

His already purple lips whispered a faint, unclear murmur:

"Brother..."

Yang Xiaotu then completely lost consciousness, slowly sinking into the cold water that had long turned red...

"Clap clap clap!"

"Bravo!"

Director Wang was the first to stand and applaud, and the others around him followed suit, giving a standing ovation.

Only one person was the exception.

Yu Xiaozhe handed Ruan Xiaoqi to Li Mu behind him and quickly walked to the center of the performance area.

He reached out and pulled the person still immersed in the bathtub out.

"Splash." Water splattered everywhere.

"Pff, cough cough cough, cough cough, cough cough cough cough."

Ruan Xingwen leaned against Yu Xiaozhe’s arm as he walked out of the bathtub, coughing while trying to catch his breath.

He had accidentally swallowed some water while submerged, but held it in until now so as not to disrupt the performance.

Yu Xiaozhe furrowed his brow, gently patting Ruan Xingwen’s back.

The wet clothes clung tightly to Ruan Xingwen’s body, revealing to the closest observer, Yu Xiaozhe, how surprisingly thin the 1.8-meter-tall Ruan Xingwen was.

The contact with his skin further darkened Yu Xiaozhe’s expression.

He took off his coat and draped it over Ruan Xingwen’s shoulders, fastening the buttons to block some prying eyes.

"Director Wang, I’ll take him to change clothes first."

Nodding at Director Wang, Yu Xiaozhe then directly took Ruan Xingwen’s hand and led him toward the dressing room.