Chapter 2682: The Fallen Young Man (3)

Translator: Raz P., White Sky

“Little Xiao, save my brother! Save my brother!” Tang Nazhi’s face was already streaked with tears. He came to Shen Yanxiao with Li Xiaowei on his back. The blood on Li Xiaowei’s body constantly stained his clothes, and the dazzling red almost swallowed up the two brothers completely.

Shen Yanxiao froze in place and looked at Li Xiaowei on Tang Nazhi’s back.

That familiar face was covered with blood, and those eyes had been closed quietly. They were closed so tightly that she could not feel a breath.

Shen Yanxiao’s head exploded with a loud bang. Her petite figure quickly flashed and her flurried footstep made her nearly fall down on the ground.

“Little Xiao… Save him…” Tang Nazhi looked at Shen Yanxiao, his tearful eyes overflowing with despair.

Shen Yanxiao opened her mouth sluggishly. Her chest seemed to have been crumpled into a ball all of a sudden and her breathing became extremely difficult. Her brain swelled and everything in front of her felt as unreal as a dream.

“Nazhi, let Xiaowei rest in peace.” Qi Xia swallowed with great difficulty and walked to Tang Nazhi with a pale face. The rims of his phoenix eyes, which were smiling all year round, were already red.

“What do you mean?” Tang Nazhi stared blankly at Qi Xia.

Qi Xia wanted to say something else, but the repressed emotions in his chest almost burst out and he was unable to squeeze out any sound from his throat. He could only take a deep breath and turned his head away.

“Nazhi…” Yang Xi clenched his fists. He had no idea what to say at this moment. His mind was completely blank.

All this was like a dream to the members of Phantom.

This was the most difficult thing for them to accept.

“Nazhi, wake up! Xiaowei is already gone! He is dead!” Shen Siyu came over. Li Xiaowei’s death came like a bolt from the blue to Shen Yanxiao and others. Even though these teenagers were usually calm and wise, they had completely lost their senses at this moment.

Shen Siyu knew very well how precious the friendship between Shen Yanxiao and her little friends was. That was exactly why Li Xiaowei’s death was something they simply couldn’t accept.

“Impossible! My brother can’t die! He said he would wait for me! He promised me! My brother would never deceive me!” Tang Nazhi cried and shouted. He refused to accept all this. He absolutely could not believe that his brother was already dead.

It was only just over ten minutes ago that they had separated.

How come his brother died in such a short time?

Impossible!

Tang Nazhi’s screams aroused a pain in the hearts of all the people present.

Tang Nazhi’s tall figure kept shaking. It was clearly a hot season, but he felt that the air around him was so cold that his body was stiff all over. However, what scared him even more was that Li Xiaowei’s body on his back was getting colder and colder, and the last traces of warmth in his body were gradually fading from him.

All this was telling Tang Nazhi that Li Xiaowei was dead. He was really… dead.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” A heart-wrenching cry broke out from Tang Nazhi’s mouth. His heart ached so much that he could not even stand up straight. He hunched over and clasped Li Xiaowei’s hands on his shoulders.

“Ah!! Ah!!!”

Tang Nazhi knelt on the ground, crying and yelling like a wounded beast. Beads of tears rolled from his eyes and fell on the scorched earth.

This was a dream; this was not real.

As long as he woke up from his dream, his brother must still be there…