"Ahh

At this moment, she really wanted to cut the little witch's neck with a knife.

However, the next moment, she put down her hand in a dejected manner. dragged his body trembling towards the door.

As he walked, he said, "If you are not a woman of death, I will definitely kill you without mercy with my left hand!"

Grim Reaper?

The little witch's eyes were instantly teary.

Suddenly. She stared at the departing left hand tightly, and asked in a hissing voice, "What is the relationship between the right hand and you?"

The little witch's words made her left hand pause slightly.

"My name is Left Hand, Right Hand My Sister. Left hand whispered. There was a deep pain in the depths of his eyes.

She is a cold-blooded killer who walks in the dark night. But in the face of the death of her right hand, she could no longer maintain the indifference that belonged to the killer.

Younger sister?

These two words pierced the little witch's heart again.

At this moment, she finally understood. She finally understood that her left hand was so frantically strangled with the Blood Shadow just now.

She understood better why Left Hand wanted to kill her just now!

It turned out that the right hand was actually the sister of the left hand.

"I'm sorry!" the little witch looked up slightly at the back of her left hand.

"She... She's just gone to see Death!" Left Hand smiled sadly and staggered away.

Obviously, it was the stupidity of the little witch who killed her right hand, but she couldn't do anything to the little witch. Because the little witch is the woman of the god of death.

If the little witch is not the woman of the god of death, she will definitely cut the throat of the little witch with a knife.

Looking at the last trace of the back of her left hand, the little witch sat on the ground dejectedly.

She stared at the blood-red room, her mind full of images of her right hand being sprayed with blood.

She may never forget that scene.

"Ah You, Ah Right......" The little witch kept whispering these two words.

Gradually, the little witch's eyes became particularly cold and intimidating.

The next moment, she struggled to her feet and prepared to walk out of the room.

But at this moment, her expression became extremely unnatural, and she felt hot and restless.

She knew it was the Blood Shadow spray that worked again.

Just now, the medicinal power had already taken effect, but it was suppressed by her, and because of the death of her right hand. She was greatly stimulated, and the effects of the medicine did not make her lose her mind. But at this moment, after she calmed down slightly, the medicinal power invaded again, and she was already difficult to suppress.

"Blood Shadow, you wait for me, my little witch will definitely kill you!" the little witch gritted her teeth, and a hideous look appeared on her face. The next moment, she was seen grabbing a piece of glass from the corner. Drew a line on the arm. Blood flowed out instantly.

As the blood flowed out, she felt the heat in her body slowly subside.

And she dragged her tired body out of the bloody room step by step.

As soon as he walked out of the room, dozens of police officers appeared in front of him. The policeman at the head looked at the little witch vigilantly, and said coldly, "What's going on?"

"Can I make a phone call first!" the little witch looked straight at the policeman at the head. Examine.

"What kind of call?" said the police officer who led him.

"Call Chen Jiao of the Chen family in the capital. The little witch said coldly.

"The Chen family in the capital?" Cha's face changed, and he asked cautiously, "May I ask what is your relationship with the Chen family in the capital?"

"Chen Jiao and I are sisters!" the little witch said coldly.

Sisters?

The face of the police inspector in the lead changed again, and then he took out his mobile phone and handed it to the little witch.

Take the phone. The little witch dialed Chen Jiao's phone.

......

Half an hour later, the little witch came to the police station. She sat quietly in the police station, silent.

Her eyes were fixed on the clock hanging on the wall.

Every time it passes, her heart aches.

She had asked the police department to organize someone to recover the body of her left hand half an hour ago, but there was no result so far.

She knew that her right hand might not be able to live, but there was still hope in her heart that she would be lucky.

Half an hour... An hour... Two hours...

After three hours of waiting, a police officer burst into her office, sweating profusely.

"Chief Chen, how is it?, have you found it?" the little witch asked nervously when she saw the person coming.

"Miss Li, we searched as hard as we could, but we didn't find anyone. The only thing we found was this ......," the man who was called Director Chen by the little witch shook his head and said bitterly. As he spoke, he took out an eight-inch short knife. The blade is engraved with a right letter.

The little witch took the knife and clutched it in the palm of her hand. Then he slowly walked out of the police station.

"Miss Li, where are you going? Miss Chen Jiao will be here soon. Seeing the little witch walking out, Director Chen hurriedly asked.

Just now, Chen Jiao had already called him and asked him to take care of the little witch. So when he saw the little witch walk out, he was so nervous.

"Leave me alone, I just want to go out for a walk!" the little witch whispered.

Director Chen didn't see the little witch's face, but if he did, he would find that there was a touch of madness in the little witch's eyes.

Just getting out for a walk?

Chief Chen was relieved.

Out of the police station, the little witch did not walk casually as she said, but left the county directly in a black car.

It wasn't until an hour after the little witch left that Chen Jiao finally arrived.

"Chief Chen, where is the little witch?" came to the police station, Chen Jiao immediately asked.

"Miss Li said to go out for a walk, I think I should be back soon. Director Chen said in a low voice.

"Hurry up and send someone to find him, I want to see him now!" Chen Jiao was a little angry. Directly whispered.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrate.

She pulled out her phone and looked at it. saw a message: "Sister Jiao, don't look for me, I'm already gone." ”

Let's go?

See the text message. Chen Jiao was slightly stunned. The next moment, her face changed drastically, and she shouted at Director Chen, "Quick, hurry up and find someone for me." Hurry!"

Chen Jiao's words made the entire Fengcheng shake.

However, even if they overturned the entire county, they did not find any trace of the little witch.

"Cher, where the hell have you been?"

Chen Jiao squatted on a street dejectedly, and her tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

However, at this moment. Her phone rang again.

Two text messages reappeared on the phone.

"Liu Mang has passed away, and my right hand has died because of me, and I am suffering every minute. I want to go out for a walk......."

"Sister Jiao. After I left, Liu Mang's father and I asked you to take care of it. Don't read it!"

Don't read?

Chen Jiao stared at her phone, with a sharp pain in her heart.

The little witch was tormented, why didn't she suffer because of Liu Mang's death?

Chen Jiao clutched the mobile phone in her hand, quickly returned to the police station, and then tracked down the source of the information.

Soon, she found out where her mobile phone was coming from.

She thought that she could find the little witch with this signal, but she was wrong, she only found a mobile phone. And those messages are all published on a regular basis.

"Xue'er, where have you been?" Looking at the mobile phone she found, Chen Jiao looked around, and suddenly felt at a loss.

......

"Little Witch, Little Witch, No, Little Witch......"

In the middle of the ocean, a wrecked ship flows with the waves. Liu Mang and the other six people lay quietly on the speedboat, as if they were dead. Suddenly, Liu Mang seemed to have dreamed of something, and shouted in horror.

Between shouting, Liu Mang suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that his body was drenched in cold sweat.

"I... How could I dream that the little witch was covered in blood? How could I have such a dream?" Liu Mang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in shock.

"Maybe I'm missing the little witch too much, right?" Liu Mang took a deep breath and smiled softly.

"Huh? now... What time is it?" Suddenly, a burst of dazzling sunlight made Liu Mang's eyes squint.

"Is it another night?" the glare of the sun made the man exclaim in disbelief.

Immediately, Liu Mang's eyes looked at Dr. Yang and the others beside him.

Dr. Yang and his lips were chapped like tree bark, and they lay motionless on the speedboat. So, he shook each one of them in turn and shouted loudly, "Dr. Yang, Demon Lord and Ghost, wake up. ”

"Die... Death, we... We're not dead yet?" Under Liu Mang's shaking with all his might, the five of them finally woke up faintly.

"Ahem, ahem, I... Old man Yang is not dead yet!" Dr. Yang coughed violently, looking incredulous.

There seemed to be a hint of surprise in the voices of the Demon Lord, Dr. Yang and the others, but soon, all this surprise disappeared: "Death, you shouldn't have woken us up. ”