The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Seeing the voices that couldn't restrain his emotions, Mr. Qin also stood up, and said, "Everyone, calm down first, Fu Zhen is in charge no matter what, we can't—"

"Old Qin, is it possible that you just sit back and watch us being silenced by Fu Zhen one by one, and then let him push the dead into a real hell?" Xue Lao said indignantly: "We all hope that you can stand up and deal with the current pile of people. Mess."

"I know everyone's worries, but I also believe in Fu Zhen's ability. He has been doing very well all these years, and everyone knows it well." Qin Lao said.

"His achievements are undeniable, but his insanity is obvious to all. Now he has completely turned into a lunatic. Even Mr. Lin and Mr. Chen have been brutally murdered. Mr. Qin, you can guarantee that he will not go crazy again and use the knife again. Have you approved our own people?" Another person said.

Elder Qin thought for a moment, and his entire facial expression became extremely serious.

"Mr. Qin, don't think about it anymore. This matter is urgent. We must act first." Mr. Xue stepped forward, his tone a little more excited than before, what he said was full of foam and emotion.

Mr. Qin seemed to have really hesitated for a long time, and finally had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod in agreement, he said: "Since everyone has said so, then we have to fight with our backs, but Fu Zhen's subordinates are by no means ordinary people. It's hard to deal with just a few people, let alone the nine messengers who haven't shown up until now."

"The so-called messengers are nothing more than his father used to deceive everyone. If these people really existed, how could we have been allowed to—" Old Xue hesitated to speak.

Elder Qin glanced at him, "These people are always elusive, so we have to be more vigilant. Everything can't be groundless, and there must be a certain connection."

"It seems that we have to think long-term." Everyone looked at each other, and finally nodded cautiously.

In the dim night, the mice happily ran back and forth in the cell.

Sheng Liting had probably given up his dignity, and just sat on the ground like this. When he saw the mice biting his shoes, he was no longer startled as before, but calmly let them grind their teeth.

Su Jin handed him a piece of steamed bun, and the two of them just sat on the steps, admiring the blood-red full moon in the sky.

If it was the past, Sheng Liting would definitely throw this dry and hard steamed bun far away, and angrily scold, is that something for people to eat?

But now, as Su Jin said, the food itself is the function of satiety, as for the taste or appearance, it is secondary.

Su Jin chewed on the steamed buns, and said, "I don't know what's going on outside. Fu Zhen hasn't found us after searching for so long, does he think we've left?"

"His people guard the airport and the coast. Unless we really go to heaven and earth, he will think of this sooner or later." Sheng Liting patted his heart and almost choked to death on the steamed bun.

Seeing his movements, Su Jin couldn't help laughing and said, "Choked?"

Sheng Liting did not expect that this stuff was not only unpalatable, but also extremely unpalatable.

Su Jin patted him on the back, "Do you want some water?"

Sheng Liting couldn't swallow and couldn't spit it out, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Su Jin saw that his face was blue, as if he was really being suffocated to the point of lack of oxygen, so he increased his fist even more, and punched him on the back.

"Cough, cough, cough." Sheng Liting spat out the steamed bun in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

Su Jin secretly suppressed a smile, "If it is known that the dignified little fourth master was almost choked to death by a piece of steamed bun, it will probably make people laugh out loud."

Sheng Liting let out a long breath, looked at the girl who still dared to laugh at him, stretched out his hand, pinched her face from left to right, pretended to be angry and said: "It's because of someone that I risk myself like this."

Su Jin continued to smile arrogantly: "It's a fact that it's a risk, but it's also a fact that the little fourth master was almost choked to death by a steamed bun."

Sheng Liting stepped up his efforts, "You are a guy who doesn't know how to repay you."

"It hurts, it hurts." Su Jin covered his hand, "Young Master, still don't allow people to tell the truth?"

Sheng Liting let go of her hand, but still held her face in both hands.

Su Jin blinked, the moonlight was dim, the breeze was blowing slowly, and the leaves in the yard swirled and fell one by one.

She stared intently at his eyebrows and eyes, and realized that he was also looking at her like this. When her eyes met, it seemed that the surrounding atmosphere gradually changed from the shadow of death.

Sheng Liting's right hand slowly moved to the back of her head, and finally supported her head and slowly moved closer to him.

Su Jin didn't know what he was going to do, she felt that she should push him away immediately, after all, there was something wrong with the atmosphere here, and the way he looked at her was also wrong.

But it was so strange, she wanted to push away, but she didn't move, allowing the two to get closer and closer.

Getting closer.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters...

"Master, I'm hungry, can you bring me something to eat after you finish eating?" A sad and rough voice came from the cell.

The two quickly let go of each other like an electric shock, as if something unbelievable happened to them just now.

Su Jin didn't know what she was groping for, just slipped her hands on the ground like this, and said embarrassingly: "This steamed bun should be chewed slowly, otherwise it is easy to choke."

Sheng Liting also realized with hindsight what he wanted to do just now. He had always had a face that showed no signs of emotion or anger. He was so red that he felt hot for a while. He nodded and said embarrassingly: "How old is he?" , and can be choked by steamed buns, it is indeed too embarrassing."

"Master, Master, are you still outside?" Jiang Fen's voice came out again.

Sheng Liting picked up the half-eaten steamed bun, "I'll send it to him first, and you eat slowly."

Su Jin nodded imperceptibly, knowing that he had left, she secretly glanced at his back again.

She raised her hand to press the inexplicably strange heart, it seems to be sick, and it has been beating very irregularly recently.

The night wind suddenly picked up, and a gust of fine sand diffused.

Su Jin dropped the steamed bun on the ground in a daze. If it was normal, she would definitely not ask for it again, but now this is the food they don't have much in storage.

She bent down to pick it up.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and the distance between the sky and the earth seemed to be much darker.

When the night wind blew away the dark clouds again, the moonlight shone down again, and Su Jin saw a black shadow.

The shadow was stretched very long, spreading directly to her feet.

She raised her head subconsciously, before she could even see who was coming, her eyes went dark, she was directly carried on her shoulders, and disappeared under the moonlit night in an instant.

All that was left on the ground was a steamed bun covered with a little dust.