Chapter 638 - 638 Killing His Father 2
Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family
638 Killing His Father 2
Yan Zhiyuan was ruthless and pressed the pillow tightly.
Yan Qingyun suffocated and quickly started to struggle.
He still raised his hand with difficulty and waved at Su Chong and Su Xiaolu, who were watching this scene with their own eyes. He believed that with Su Chong and Su Xiaoluâs intelligence, they would definitely understand what he wanted to convey.
Even though Yan Zhiyuan was stupid, unfilial and a father killer, and he wanted to go back to the past and kill his son, he still had to consider the Yan familyâs grandchildren.
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His death was irreversible, but as long as Yan Zhiyuan handled it well and did not let anyone see it, everything would be fine.
Yan Zhiyuan was killing his father. After he calmed down, he would definitely start considering more. In extreme situations, people could often have amazing brains. This was something that anyone could do, including Yan Zhiyuan.
Su Chong and Su Xiaolu did understand.
Su Chong frowned and looked at Su Xiaolu. âXiaolu, should we save him or not?â
Su Xiaolu shook her head. âWeâre saving him by not saving him. Letâs go and tell Second Brother first.â
They wouldnât save him. This was what Yan Qingyun wanted. They were actually saving him by fulfilling his wish.
If they had appeared to save Yan Qingyun at this time, Yan Zhiyuan wouldnât be able to hide his deeds anymore.
Yan Qingyun wanted to sacrifice his life to help Yan Zhiyuan. This was his choice. If they really wanted to save him, they should respect Yan Qingyunâs choice.
Su Xiaolu and Su Chong gently closed the tiles and left.
Yan Zhiyuan made up his mind. He sat on the bed and pressed Yan Qingyun down. He only stopped when Yan Qingyun stopped struggling.
He took the pillow and reached out to wipe Yan Qingyunâs unwilling eyes.
He panted heavily and muttered to himself, âFather, you canât blame me. I was raised by you. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Who asked you to give birth to me?â
Yan Zhiyuan calmed himself down and wiped the sweat off his face. He got up and prepared to clean up for Yan Qingyun. He had killed his father and had to hold a funeral for Yan Qingyun, so no one would notice anything amiss.
He understood this.
However, when he asked the servants to bring warm water over and wash Yan Qingyun, he heard Yan Qingyun open his mouth and take deep breaths.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yan Zhiyuan was so shocked that he overturned the basin.
He took several steps back, staring at the scene almost in horror. Why wasnât he dead? Why wasnât he dead?
Yan Qingyun glared at Yan Zhiyuan and gasped. This unfilial son was going to kill his own father.
After calming down, Yan Qingyun felt desolate again. Why couldnât he die? The pain of suffocation made him faint. In the end, he woke up in a state of suffocation. His lungs felt like they were about to tear. These signs told him that he was still alive and in pain.
âYoung Master, do you need help?â
The commotion in the room alerted the guards outside and they asked.
Yan Zhiyuan immediately said, âNo need, no one is allowed to come in.â
Yan Qingyun wasnât dead yet, but he still couldnât do anything. He couldnât move or speak.
Yan Zhiyuan boldly stepped forward and tested his breath.
He was still breathing. He really wasnât dead.
Yan Zhiyuan had also calmed down from his initial fear. He said unhappily, âDad, you have such a long life. You havenât eaten or drunk for so many days, yet you are still alive. Your son is sending you on your way, but you are still willing to leave. Then donât blame me for being rude to you. You have to suffer one more time.â
âThis is all your fault. If you had died after one time, you wouldnât have to suffer again. Who asked you to be so tough? If you canât die, you can only suffer again. Iâm sure you will die this time.â
Yan Zhiyuan put on a fierce look and covered Yan Qingyunâs face with a pillow.
This time, he pressed longer than the last time. After Yan Qingyun stopped moving, he still pressed for a long time before taking it off.
He tested Yan Qingyunâs pulse for a long time. There was really no pulse. This time, it would definitely be foolproof.
Yan Zhiyuan slumped down in front of the bed.
After an hour, he came back to his senses and was about to tidy up Yan Qingyun when he realized that Yan Qingyun was alive again.
His eyes were furious, as if he wanted to skin him alive.
Yan Zhiyuan was shocked for a moment, but he calmed down very quickly. He had attacked once, and he had attacked a second time. Was he afraid of a third time?
Therefore, this time, he didnât say a word. He took a pillow and pressed it on Yan Qingyun.
He was afraid that Yan Qingyun wouldnât die, so he took a wet handkerchief and covered Yan Qingyunâs mouth and nose before pressing it down with a pillow.
This time, Yan Qingyun quickly stopped moving.
Yan Zhiyuan did not dare to come down, so he continued to press down.
However, when he came down to rest for a while and was about to tidy up for Yan Qingyun, he realized that Yan Qingyun had come back to life again.
His eyes were red with anger.
By the fourth time, Yan Zhiyuan was no longer calm and his hands were trembling. No matter how much he tried to convince himself, he still felt that something was wrong.
Every time he attacked, he didnât show any mercy. Under normal circumstances, Yan Qingyun would never come back to life. Every time he died, he would come back to life after a while.
This time, it took a long time. It was already dark outside. When the servants came to ask if he wanted to eat, he shouted at them.
It had been a long time, at least more than two hours. It was impossible for a person to not breathe for such a long time and not die. He turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling and limp. He looked at Yan Zhiyuan, who had no reaction, without blinking.
He prayed silently in his heart that he would not come back to life again.
He could do it once, twice, thrice, but when he realized that something was amiss, he would be too scared to do it again.
For the fourth and fifth time, his hands trembled and his heart pounded like thunder each time.
He prayed in his heart that Yan Qingyun wouldnât come back to life, but the heavens didnât seem to hear his prayers.
Under Yan Zhiyuanâs terrified gaze, Yan Qingyun came back to life again. He was still glaring at Yan Zhiyuan, his lips trembling slightly.
He seemed to have many things to say, but at this moment, he couldnât say anything.
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âW-whyâwhyâwhat are you? Youâre not my father. Youâre not my fatherââ
Yan Zhiyuan was scared. This time, he did not dare to make a move. Who could die and be resurrected again and again?
Yan Zhiyuan stumbled to his feet and ran away as if he was running for his life.
After Yan Zhiyuan left, the old servant entered the room. Looking at the dying Yan Qingyun, he sighed and quietly cleaned up the basin and handkerchief on the ground, slowly wiping Yan Qingyun.
âMaster, why do you have to do this? Let it go and go in peace.â The old servant sighed. Yan Zhiyuan did not go out for the whole day after court. He had tortured Yan Qingyun in the room for the whole day.