Chapter 146: Knocked Out with a Single Blow

“Little one, will you be able to survive on your own?” Mo Qi crouched down and reached out to gently stroke the little wolf’s head.

“Woooah,” the little wolf squatted, its eyes fixed on its mother’s grave, whimpering softly.

“Do you have your father or uncles? Can you find them by yourself?”

Mo Qi asked again, but the little wolf only whimpered toward the mother wolf’s grave, giving no other response.

Mo Qi sighed. “Good luck,” she said, standing up to check her direction before heading back the way she came.

“Woah, woah.”

Just a few steps away, the little wolf limped after her.

“You can’t follow me,” Mo Qi waved her hand. “Go back to your own pack.”

“Howwwoah,” the little wolf looked up at her with a low call.

Mo Qi turned and continued walking, but the little wolf kept following. When she stopped, it stopped too, looking at her pitifully. Its eyes, dimly glowing with a ghostly green light, were streaked with tears.

After several repetitions of this, Mo Qi sighed again. “I really can’t raise you. Please don’t follow me, okay?”

“Woah,” the little wolf staggered over and rubbed its small head against her leg, making low sounds that seemed like a plea.

How could she abandon such a little creature and expect it to survive?

Her heart had already softened. But she was about to start filming, and having a wolf by her side was quite a complication.

“Little one, do you want to follow me?” Mo Qi crouched down again and gently picked up the little wolf, asking softly.

The wolf probably didn’t understand, but it stuck out its pink tongue and licked the back of her hand.

“Alright then, I’ll take you with me for now. You look a lot like a husky pup anyway,” Mo Qi sighed, feeling oddly pleased after making up her mind.

A faint smile curved her lips as she stroked the little wolf’s head. “When you grow up, I’ll bring you back.”

“Woah,” the little wolf nuzzled her palm affectionately.

“Okay, then, we...” Mo Qi hadn’t finished speaking when the obedient little wolf suddenly bared its teeth and let out a low, threatening growl.

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“What’s wrong? Ugh!”

A heavy blow struck the back of Mo Qi’s head. Dizziness swept over her, and everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dilapidated warehouse.

Mo Qi slowly blinked and tried moving her arms, only to discover her hands were tied behind her back to a wooden chair, immobilized.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” she shouted. Her voice echoed through the empty space, but no reply came. It seemed she was alone.

Frowning, Mo Qi scanned her surroundings. This place appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, cluttered with discarded goods and wooden racks. The air was thick with the sharp tang of rust.

Who had knocked her out like this?

Her first thought was still that nurse.

The rusty door creaked open, and a small iron gate within it swung inward.

Squinting, Mo Qi saw the nurse carrying a basket, slowly entering.

It was indeed her.

With the answer to her question, Mo Qi calmed herself.

The nurse ignored Mo Qi completely, heading straight to a small room at the back of the warehouse.

After a long while, the nurse emerged, leaving the door open. Mo Qi caught a glimpse of the walls inside, plastered with posters and photographs—though too far away to make out any faces.

The nurse approached, towering over Mo Qi with a dark, unhinged gaze that betrayed a touch of madness.

Mo Qi met her eyes calmly and was the first to speak. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I warned you!” The nurse’s voice was a raspy whisper that made Mo Qi’s skin crawl. “I told you to stay away from him, or I would kill you!”

“Him? Who?” Mo Qi already suspected the answer but played for time, subtly struggling against the tight bindings.

“You’re not worthy of him,” the nurse sneered coldly. “Do you even know what you are?”

“What?” Mo Qi tried to wriggle free, but the ropes bit deep into her wrists.

“You’re a cockroach! Being with him is an insult!” The nurse’s lips twisted into a crazed smile. “So I’m going to exterminate you—this filthy bug—for him!”

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“Wait!” Mo Qi forced her voice to remain calm. “You say I’m a cockroach unworthy of him. Then what is he?”

“Of course, he’s a god,” the nurse’s eyes filled with adoration and worship. Ignoring Mo Qi, she clasped her hands to her chest, lifted her chin slightly, and said, “He is merciful, great, and pure. He saves the world; he is the only salvation in this filthy existence!”

No fan could be this fanatical. This woman’s mind was clearly disturbed.

A chill crept through Mo Qi’s heart, but her expression stayed gentle. “If he’s so kind, he must want the one he loves to be kind as well—not to hurt others. Otherwise, he would be heartbroken and guilty. You wouldn’t want to see him suffer like that, would you?”

The nurse frowned, seemingly touched by Mo Qi’s words. “You mean, he would feel heartbroken and guilty for me?”

“Yes.” Mo Qi’s voice softened further, a faint smile playing on her lips. “He’d want you to live a happy, joyful life.”

“No!” The nurse’s brief look of vulnerability darkened again. “There’s no happiness or joy for me in this filthy world. So I will be his holy warrior, erasing all filth behind him! To protect him, I don’t mind wiping out bugs like you!”

“That’s not what you think.”

“Shut up! You use sweet words to deceive him! Don’t try to fool me again!” The nurse snapped, furious. She strode over, grabbed a nearby piece of wood, and without hesitation, swung it down hard on Mo Qi’s head.

*Crack!*

The wooden stick struck with a sharp snap, breaking in two. A wave of dizziness hit Mo Qi, followed by intense pain.

Her vision blurred for several seconds before focusing again. Thankfully, the stick was rotten; otherwise, the blow could have been fatal.

Warm blood trickled down her head, over her ear, and dripped onto her neck.

Damn it, if she got hit again like that, she’d surely die!

Mo Qi bit her lip hard to stifle a cry of pain.

“I warned you! Say one more word, and I’ll kill you right now!” The nurse pressed her ear to the door, listening to noises outside, then glared at Mo Qi before quickly retrieving the basket from the small room and leaving, closing the wooden door behind her.

Mo Qi faintly heard someone calling the nurse from a distance, but the words were too far away to make out.

“Damn, that hurts!” Mo Qi’s brow furrowed tightly. Blood still flowed from her head, and her hands were bound to the chair’s backrest, impossible to free. The crazy nurse hadn’t even treated the wound—did she intend to let her bleed to death?

*Click clack! Click clack!* The old warehouse door creaked open again.

Mo Qi clenched her teeth, ready to curse. Had the madwoman come back?