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Ji An was repaired by Bu Liu, and he was pressed into the police car with injuries all over his body.

Several ghosts who followed behind also followed up, and when the car door closed, they expressed their gratitude to Chen Xi.

With a faint smile on her lips, Chen Xi nodded and said, "You can go without worry. I will have someone pick you up after the matter is over."

When Liu Bu heard Chen Xi's words, he looked around suspiciously and frowned: "Master Chen, are you coming to pick me up?"

With great joy in his heart, he finally had the opportunity to see the true face of Master Chen. This time he must ask Master Chen for advice. Under Master Chen's careful guidance, he will be the strongest person in charge of the branch from now on!

"It was with the owner of this villa, and they also got into the car."

"Where? Really or not, wasn't Zhu Ling the only one who followed?"

Liu Bu belatedly looked at the car driving away. Why didn't he see it?

[Master Chen, do they want to take revenge themselves? 】

Chen Xi nodded: "Yes, this is their last wish."

......

In a dark, damp and cold iron cage, a person was lying on a hard bed, and the sound of breathing could be heard constantly, giving the impression that this person was very seriously injured.

"Damn, it's too cold."

It was so cold that his lungs hurt, and the scars on his body seemed to be magnified. The pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep.

Zhu Ling, her mother and the owners of the villa stared at the person wrapped in a ball on the bed.

They are waiting, waiting for the last trace of hostility to disappear completely!

Ji An was too cold. No matter how much he curled up, it was of no use. As time went by, it became colder and colder.

He simply stood up, shook the iron railing and shouted, "Is there anyone here? Come here and give me an extra quilt, it's too damn cold here."

......

Ten minutes later, still no one came and no one responded to him.

Ji An was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He raised his foot and kicked the iron railing hard. He cursed angrily: "Fuck, where are the people? Are they all dead?"

No matter how much he cursed, no one paid attention to him or came over.

Suddenly a breeze blew by, and Ji An shook unconsciously and looked around warily.

He wanted to go back to bed and continue curling up.

It's getting colder and colder here, and something is very wrong.

He had been in prison before, and there were prison guards outside. It was impossible for them not to hear his shouts.

What's more, this is only a place where he is temporarily detained, and his case has not been tried yet, so they will not ignore him like this.

Unless his voice didn't get through.

Thinking of this possibility, Ji An pulled down the quilt and covered it tightly.

This feeling comes again!

He knew it was those who died unjustly who were looking for him.

In order to scare them, Ji Anzeng cooked their meat and ate it.

The purpose is to make ghosts afraid of him. The previous effects were obviously very good, so why does the spooky feeling come back?

The eyes of Zhu Ling and the others became more and more lively, as if they were waiting for delicious food to go with the wine. As the last trace of anger in Ji An disappeared, the smiles on the corners of his mouth became more and more upright.

"Come on, let us also eat his flesh and drink his blood!" They talked to each other and couldn't wait to get started.

"what!"

The quilt on his body was lifted, and Ji An shrank into a ball in fear, not daring to raise his head at all, and his eyes were closed tightly.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhu Ling lay down in his ear and blew a breath of cold air, asking with a smile.

Standing on the other side were the owners of the villa. They grabbed Ji An's hands and feet and dragged him out together without waiting for him to cry out.

There was only a "tearing" sound, and each ghost was holding one of its limbs.

Seeing the blood flowing out, they smiled knowingly, how refreshing it was!

Ji An was almost fainting from the pain, and he wanted to scream.

But his mouth was covered by his ex-mother-in-law, and he could only stare, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and his body temperature was slowly draining away.

Zhu Ling and the others laughed and threw the limbs in their hands on the ground casually, and rushed towards the dying person.

They bit into each bite with hatred, each bite was a big piece. Their hands penetrated Ji An's chest and belly to his insides, pinching and playing with his internal organs.

Ji An felt vaguely that as long as they exerted a little force, the bloody and warm internal organs would turn into meat paste.

"Is it fun?" Zhu Ling squeezed the heart in her hand and curled her lips at Ji An: "It's fun, look at you, you're sweating with joy."

"Don't..." Ji An begged weakly.

"Don't worry, I will control myself and won't let you die."

The most caring voice says the scariest things.

Ji An just wanted to die quickly, instead of letting him feel endless pain.

He is really afraid of pain!

"Aling, please, let me die!"

"Oh, what's wrong? Don't you want to die? We are helping you. Don't worry, we will not let you die easily."

Zhu Ling gritted her teeth and said, "We will only make your life worse than death."

"Looking at his own organs and limbs being separated from his trunk one by one, and then bleeding to death."

Before he died, I witnessed this scumbag hitting his son with a hammer one after another. Such a small child was already dead with just one blow, but the child's father, this scumbag, still didn't let him go. Continuously hammering, until the child's body was deformed and no longer visible, the scumbag stopped with a satisfied smile.

That scene was the pain in Zhu Ling's heart, so is it possible to feel the pain of becoming a scumbag?

"Do you know whose child Yinyin is?"

As soon as Ji An heard about the child, the powerless person suddenly became furious.

He yelled in an angry voice: "Shut up, you wanton woman, you deserve to die for having cuckolded me for so many years!"

Zhu Ling raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "He was originally your child!"

Ji Anwen's angry expression froze. Now Zhu Ling had no need to lie to herself.

Is it possible that Yiyin is really his own child?

"Oh, so what if he is my child? If he recognizes someone else as his father, that would be betrayal. Our Ji family does not need such a son!"

Can you kill without needing it?

Zhu Ling shouted: "You are such a scumbag!"

I thought Ji An would feel a little guilty after hearing this.

It seems that scum are just scum, don't expect them to have normal thinking patterns.

It is better for such people to die, so as not to harm others.

Thinking about it, the strength of Zhu Ling's hand tightened little by little, her sticky heart shrank little by little, and the person on the bed became more and more painful.

The other ghosts were filled with hatred after hearing Ji An's statement.

I thought he was just a murderous devil, but I didn't expect him to be a devil.

They cooperated tacitly and pulled Ji An's internal organs away from his body. Then when they were about to leave his body, they pulled hard and crushed them in front of him.

Ji An stared with horror and disbelief in his eyes.

The moment his internal organs were crushed, the meat sauce splashed all over his body.

Ji An's fingertips moved and he touched his abdominal cavity. It was empty, his body was damp, and his body temperature was cold...