Chapter 1845: Chapter 434: Cruel Reality, Utter Naivety

The cold, long wind whips from nowhere, carrying with it the putrid and moist smell of mold, and the overwhelming stench of blood—it is the scent of Hell.

"Ah~" A hoarse cry suddenly rings out, its excruciating pain making one’s hair stand on end.

Though the voice has twisted and deformed, that familiar timbre... Even if turned to ash, Yun Ya would never forget.

In the corner of the wall, a figure is curled up.

Unkempt hair, tattered clothing, frenzied movements, like a madwoman.

On the exposed back of the hand, skin and bones protrude, veins bulge, covered with dense needle marks, now purple, spread across arms thin as twigs, densely packed like a beehive, making one’s scalp tingle.

The screams come from her mouth.

Again and again, filled with despair and agony.

Suddenly, she claws at her chest, sharp nails break the skin, blood and flesh blur, tumbling to the ground, like a fish falling into a desert, no matter how she struggles, it’s futile.

All the skin that the torn clothes cannot cover is covered with bruises, nowhere left intact.

She suddenly opens her eyes, from amidst the messy dried hair, a pair of ghostly green eyes suddenly look over, Yun Ya abruptly steps back...

She suddenly crawls up, reaching her hand through the bars towards Yun Ya, the hard iron bars emit "ding ding clang clang" sounds, accompanied by the woman’s hoarse cries, echoing faintly in the silent space, making Yun Ya break out in cold sweat.

Yun Ya steps forward, under the dry long hair, is a face ravaged by time, no longer possesses its past allure, like a twig drained of all moisture, dried and aged in the sunlight, until finally returning to dust.

What kind of condition can living hell bring a person to in two years?

She cannot link that alluringly bright woman with the elderly figure before her, seemingly eighty or ninety years old.

Kang Jinse.

The Kang Jinse, who was missing for two years, has been hidden here all along.

Kang Jinse goes insane for a moment, tears finally flow, like a drop of rain falling in the desert, sliding down her aged, loose cheeks.

She finally awakens.

She recognizes the beautiful, ethereal girl before her, she cries and laughs, mouth babbling nonsense, yet no sound comes out.

Yun Ya discovers from her slightly parted lips, her tongue has been cut off.

Kang Jinse’s eyes burst with surprise, reaching out as if grasping for the only life-saving straw.

Save me... save me—her eyes say.

The initial terror dissipates, Yun Ya’s eyes turn calm, expressionlessly watching the person before her, neither joy nor sorrow.

She slowly walks forward, Kang Jinse frantically chases her, "ah ah" cries desperately, ultimately blocked by the wall, unable to advance a fraction.

This room is large, yet only equipped with a hospital bed, lying upon it is a barely alive girl, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, the nearby heart monitor, lines fluctuating uncertainly.

The girl is as emaciated as a skeleton, her cheeks pallid without a trace of blood, most pitifully, she is bald.

Even so, Yun Ya immediately recognizes who she is.

The heart monitor suddenly emits a sharp sound, line drops to zero, the girl suddenly shudders, her whole being like a fish deprived of water, gasping desperately...

A team of medical staff rushes out from a hidden door behind.

"Patient suffocating, commence resuscitation immediately...."

A crowd revolves around the dying girl, every rescue method employed, finally the girl, who stepped one foot into the Hall of Yama King, is pulled back. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Infusing fluid into the girl, the group leaves just like how they arrived, never once noticing the existence of a living soul outside.

The girl returns to tranquility, if not for the numbers on the heart monitor, Yun Ya almost thinks she is already dead.

Her body, after countless rounds of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, is fragile like a doll made of glass, now merely enduring, the inhuman suffering she has endured, she herself perhaps has become numb to.

Every breath of air is torture, death to her is liberation, yet now, even death is beyond reach.

Her only wish in this life is to die peacefully.

Yet, this is destined to be an impossible dream.

When will this endless pain and suffering ever end?