Inherited 100 Million - Chapter 11

Xue Yizhuo’s expression was serious as she walked around Miss Yang, observing her for a long time.

The young girl’s face was very pale, and her body was frail, as if a single gust of wind could blow her away.

She watched the falling leaves and then the clear sky. Xue Yizhuo stood in front of her like a ghost, but the girl’s gaze remained distant and unfocused.

Xue Yizhuo crouched behind the girl and watched for a long time, but she couldn’t see anything wrong with her back. It was as if there wasn’t a half-formed person growing out of it.

Xue Yizhuo quickly realized that she could touch everything in the courtyard except for Miss Yang. No matter how much she messed around, how she tore up the plants, or how she climbed onto the roof to mess things up, the girl didn’t react to anything happening in the courtyard.

It was as if to her, the courtyard was the same as always. Only Xue Yizhuo could perceive the changes.

Xue Yizhuo calmed down.

She was even a little tired from all her antics. Xue Yizhuo sat down next to the girl, propping her chin on her hand, and stared at Miss Yang without blinking.

She had some theories about her situation. Xue Yizhuo didn’t think she was here because of something Miss Yang had done. The current situation felt more like the game’s story mode, where the player would be shown a character’s backstory.

She was probably seeing Miss Yang’s past.

She didn’t know how big the entire mansion was, but there was only a narrow path leading to this courtyard. The walls were high, the wooden door was ajar, and besides the three trees and overgrown weeds, there was nothing else. The place felt desolate and lonely.

She couldn’t hear any human sounds.

Was Miss Yang the only one in this secluded courtyard?

All she could hear here was the rustling of the wind and the gentle sound of leaves falling. Even Miss Yang didn’t make a sound.

It was easy to guess that Miss Yang was being kept like a monster in a secluded courtyard. Such a small girl, with no one to take care of her and no one to talk to. While other children her age would have been rowdy, Miss Yang could sit patiently and watch the leaves fall slowly.

Even though she knew Miss Yang and the blood-robed person would later kill many people, Xue Yizhuo still felt a little pity for her at this moment.

Oh, right, where is the blood-robed person?

Xue Yizhuo’s gaze fell on Miss Yang’s back. Why wasn’t the blood-robed person moving?

In a courtyard with no one but him and Miss Yang, why wasn’t the blood-robed person coming out of her clothes?

Just as Xue Yizhuo was thinking this, Miss Yang suddenly spoke. “It’s been a long time since Father and Mother came to see me.”

The little girl lowered her eyes. Perhaps she had been disappointed too many times, as there wasn’t much sadness in her gaze.

She said softly, “Only you will always be with me.”

Miss Yang took off her outer robe. There were other clothes underneath, but now Xue Yizhuo could see the outline of a person’s body imprinted on them. The person with only half a body was curled up in a strange position, his face turned backward. She could vaguely see his young features.

“Father and Mother said you died, that you died in the womb—but I think you’re still alive.”

Miss Yang’s words startled Xue Yizhuo.

The face on her back had its eyes tightly shut. The nose and mouth weren’t moving. Xue Yizhuo couldn’t sense any breathing.

Miss Yang’s voice was very soft, like a plea. “Brother, will you talk to me?”

The blood-robed person’s eyelids seemed to twitch.

Xue Yizhuo thought it was her imagination and leaned closer to get a better look, but at that moment, a few leaves drifted down in front of her, blocking her vision. When the leaves fell away, the courtyard was still the same, but the season was no longer autumn.

Everything was bleak, and snowflakes were falling.

Miss Yang had grown a little. She was still sitting on the steps, but across from her, there was a pair of master and servant. The maid held an umbrella for the beautifully dressed woman. They would rather stand in the snow than take shelter under the eaves.

It was as if they were avoiding a monster.

The woman glared at Miss Yang resentfully. “Why am I so unlucky to have given birth to such a jinx! It wasn’t enough that you killed your brother, but you had to curse your father to death too…”

Miss Yang seemed not to hear the woman’s curses. She looked at her, her gaze as calm as a dry well, which was not the look of a child.

Xue Yizhuo was kneeling right behind Miss Yang.

The clothes on her back had been cut open, revealing the upper half of the boy’s body. The boy’s eyes were open, filled with a fierce glint.

The woman was shaking with anger. “I should have listened to Doctor Yu and had that thing cut off. I’ve already spoken with Doctor Yu. We’ll do the surgery in three days. Whether you live or die is up to you!”

“And what about him?” the usually silent Miss Yang suddenly asked. Even her expressionless eyes showed a hint of emotion.

“Him?” The woman was stunned for a moment before she realized who Miss Yang was talking about. Her expression twisted in disgust. “He’s already dead!”

Miss Yang’s gaze turned cold.

The oiled paper umbrella fell into the snow.

Xue Yizhuo’s entire body froze. She stared blankly at the scene unfolding before her, unable to do anything, completely paralyzed.

Blood flowed out slowly, staining the pristine snow red.

The maid screamed in horror and scrambled out of the courtyard door. The snow was slippery, and she fell over and over again.

The person who had grown out of Miss Yang’s back silently put down the mummified woman and walked step by step toward the maid.

The maid’s hand finally touched the threshold of the door. Hope flared in her eyes, but then it was extinguished, leaving only despair.

The blood-robed person grabbed her ankle and dragged her back, little by little.

The blood-robed person’s feeding was silent. For a moment, the only sounds were the falling snow and the dying wails of the person. Miss Yang and the blood-robed person sat back to back in the snow. Xue Yizhuo was facing her, and she saw a pair of empty, numb eyes.

Another mummified corpse was thrown into the snow.

The blood-robed person said hoarsely, “Zishuang, let’s go.”

Miss Yang said softly, “Mother is dead too.”

The blood-robed person said, “You will live.”

Miss Yang asked, “Will you always be with me?”

The blood-robed person promised in a hoarse voice, “I will always be with you.”

They slowly walked out of the courtyard that had held them captive for so long. Miss Yang didn’t use an umbrella, and soon, her head and clothes were covered in snowflakes.

After they had walked a little farther, a servant sweeping snow saw her and asked in confusion, “Which family’s child are you? Why aren’t you using an umbrella?”

Miss Yang’s footsteps stopped.

The servant saw the person growing from her back and let out a terrified shriek.

Miss Yang turned around, allowing the blood-robed person’s eyes to glare menacingly at the servant.

Xue Yizhuo, who was following them, instinctively wanted to stop them, but her hand passed right through Miss Yang. She watched blankly as the blood-robed person lunged at the terrified servant, realizing that all of this had already happened.

It couldn’t be changed. Even the bodies were already bones.

After consuming another person’s blood, Xue Yizhuo noticed that Miss Yang’s face looked much healthier. They left the mummified servant and continued to walk. Not far ahead, they heard people talking.

Miss Yang asked in a low voice, “Do you have to kill people?”

The blood-robed person only said, “You must live.”

Miss Yang asked, “If I live, will you also live?”

The blood-robed person replied, “We live and die together.”