Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

After a lot of hardships and obstacles, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he could drag his heavy steps, staggering and stumbling slowly towards the table. Every step he took seemed so strenuous, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Finally, after going through so much hardship, he finally reached the table. However, at this moment, he seemed to have lost all his energy and became listless. He slumped down in the chair like a deflated ball, and the loud "thump" was deafening, as if the whole room was shaking.

Then, along with the huge impact force when he sat down, there was a dull and harsh collision sound between the table and chairs - "Bang!" This sudden sound was like a thunder that broke the silent sky, echoing in the empty room, making people's hearts tremble.

At this moment, Fan Jinyou's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands, which had been calm before, began to tremble uncontrollably. He stretched out his arm tremblingly towards the kettle quietly placed on the table, and his hand swayed slightly in the air, as if a candle in the wind could be extinguished at any time.

After a while, he finally touched the handle of the kettle with his fingertips, but his hands were shaking so violently that the kettle almost slipped and fell to the ground as soon as he grasped the handle.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally stabilize the kettle in his hand and carefully lifted it up. Then, he suppressed his fear and anxiety, tried to concentrate and control his trembling hands, tilted the kettle little by little, and slowly poured the clear and transparent water into the cup in front of him. Seeing the water level gradually rise to the mouth of the cup, his hanging heart finally relaxed a little.

Perhaps because he was too nervous and excited, he was in a hurry to pour the water, which resulted in a lot of water splashing onto the table. But at this moment, he obviously had no time to care about these details, and he just wanted to drink some water to calm his panic.

He grabbed the cup of water in front of him, not caring if the water was still hot, and tilted his head back to drink it down his throat in big gulps. With the sound of "gulp gulp", the water in the cup quickly decreased until it was empty. He was wolfing down the food, as if he wanted to swallow all the anxiety and fear in his stomach.

After drinking the water, Fan Jinyou took a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the bad air in his body. Then, he took another deep breath, and then exhaled very slowly and leisurely, as if doing so could expel the panic hidden deep in his heart.

His hands were shaking slightly, like branches swaying in the wind, tightly holding the water cup in his hands. The coolness from the cup wall passed through his palms to his limbs, but he still held on tightly, as if trying to draw even a little bit of strength from the cold touch to calm him down. Time passed by minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally felt his rapidly beating heart gradually calm down, like a wild horse being slowed down by the tightening reins.

At this time, Fan Jinyou carefully loosened his hands that were tightly holding the water cup, and his movements were so gentle that he was afraid of breaking the hard-earned moment of peace. Then, he slowly placed the cup on the table, leaned back, and gently leaned on the back of the chair. Just like this, he sat quietly, like a sculpture that had lost its breath, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Although Fan Jinyou's eyes were closed at this time, seemingly in a meditative state, his tightly furrowed brows betrayed him mercilessly. One could tell at a glance that his heart was shrouded in endless uneasiness and deep anxiety.

At this moment, it seemed as if a wonderful movie was being played in his mind, and the scenes he had just experienced were the entire content of this movie: every subtle change in expression, every imperceptible body movement; every word that was sharp or gentle... All these pictures were displayed in front of him one by one in ultra-high definition, and were replayed over and over again.

He immersed himself in his memories, thinking over the entire incident over and over again without getting tired of it. From the intricate network of relationships between characters to the wording in a sentence, any tiny factor that might have an impact on the current situation could not escape his sharp scrutiny and careful analysis.

"What should I do? What if that person really holds a grudge against me because of this incident... then what should I do!" Fan Jinyou frowned and kept muttering to himself, his voice trembling, filled with endless fear and helplessness.

Whenever he thought about the ruthless revenge or difficulties he might face in the future, he felt a chill creeping up his spine like a poisonous snake and spreading all over his body. As a result, his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if he was in a world of ice and snow, freezing to the bone.

"No, I absolutely cannot just sit there and wait to die! No matter what, I must come up with a perfect solution as soon as possible, otherwise what awaits me will be a terrible and unbearable disaster..." Fan Jinyou muttered to himself as he subconsciously raised his right hand and slapped his forehead lightly a few times, as if he wanted to drive away all the chaotic thoughts in this way, so that his originally confused mind could regain clarity and calmness.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. The more anxious he became, the more the thoughts in his mind became tangled like a tangled mess, making it impossible to sort out and making no sense at all.

He sat at the table, frowning, staring at the blank paper in front of him, the pen in his hand kept turning between his fingers. A long time had passed, but no matter how hard he thought, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not come up with a perfect idea without any loopholes.

As time passed relentlessly, every minute and every second was like a torture for him. His heart became more and more anxious, as if it was being roasted on fire, and it was difficult to calm down. Unconsciously, his forehead began to sweat slightly, and those fine beads of sweat gradually gathered into streams, slowly flowing down his cheeks.