There is not a single ray of sunlight in the basement, and even in broad daylight, it is dark, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.

The damp floor corroded what was left of the room, giving off a musty smell.

An incandescent lamp hung from the roof, emitting a dim glow, and the floor and coffee table were full of instant noodles and bags of fast food, and there was nowhere to put your feet.

The walls around it were plastered with photographs and newspaper clippings, and the photos were all the same person, and the news of the newspaper clippings was the same person.

There is a red killing word written on each photo, the handwriting is beautiful, but it reveals a strong killing intent.

The man's long hair covered his eyebrows, his face covered with a large black mask, and a pair of lifeless eyes were faintly visible.

The man stood quietly, staring at the photos on the wall in a daze, his lifeless eyes gradually turning blood-red, exuding a cold light.

His shoulders began to tremble involuntarily, and his throat gurgled with a rattling sound.

He once thought he was dead, but God felt that he was not miserable enough, and insisted on letting him live, insisting that he would be worse than dead.

He was once an extremely proud person, he was the one who stood at the top of this society, it was he who snatched his woman, it was he who made his family ruined, it was he who made him worse than dead.

Success, family revival, he doesn't care at all. He now only wants to kill the person in the photo, and that's the only reason he lives.

So every day he would stand in the house and look at the photos all over the wall, and only then would he have the courage to continue living.

The smiling face in the photo pained him, made him angry, and excited him.

The man let out a roar of rage and punched the face, leaving a faint trail of blood on the face.

He didn't feel pain, but an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"Bang, bang, bang", punch, punch, the man frantically smashed his fist on the photo, tired, painless.

Until the picture was covered with red blood, until the flesh of his arms broke to reveal his bones, until he sat panting and sitting on the wet ground.

Not only could there be no sunlight in the dark basement, but time seemed to freeze, and I don't know how long it took for the man to slowly get up, pick up a band-aid from the garbage on the ground, and stick it on the back of his bloody hand.

Soak a box of instant noodles and pick it up for the man

When I put down my mask, I could see my face faintly from the TV screen opposite through the hot air coming out of the instant noodle box.

This once handsome, elegant and noble face now does not have an inch of intact skin, and the face is staggered, ravines and ravines, and dense scars cover the face like countless centipedes.

The girl with a smile on her face in the dark night became a lingering nightmare for him, and for many nights, he dreamed of that harmless, pure and simple face of humans and animals, and every time he would be frightened to wake up.

The man screamed, grabbed the steaming instant noodles and slammed them on the TV screen, covering his cheeks with his hands and sobbing lowly.

The door creaked, and a middle-aged man with sunglasses walked in, frowning and slapping his nose as soon as he entered.

Meng Haoran's eyes showed excitement, and he stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve.

"Is there a mission?

"What time"?

"What location"?

The middle-aged man showed disgust, shook off Meng Haoran's hand, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Meng Haoran only saw another person walk in at this time.

The person who came was in his 60s, with a white face and no beard, and although his face looked wrinkled, he was in good spirits.

Of course, Meng Haoran would not underestimate this old man, he had seen Xiang Wentian and Chu Tianling, and knew that there was a kind of immortal-like miracle in this world.

The middle-aged man turned his head and said respectfully to the old man: "He is Meng Haoran."

As he spoke, he said to Meng Haoran: "This is Pang Ye from Tianjing, I have some questions to ask."

Meng Haoran grinned excitedly, looking particularly hideous.

"Pang Ye is a master at a glance, if you come to the East China Sea in person, you will definitely be able to kill Lu Shanmin."

Pang Shengyi looked at Meng Haoran and asked, "I heard that I am very familiar with the East China Sea, and everyone who is a little famous knows me?"

Meng Haoran nodded again and again, "Yes, I grew up in the East China Sea, and my father is a celebrity in the East China Sea, and I have heard of people big and small."

"Have you ever heard of the person Zuoqiu"?

Meng Haoran's eyes rolled sharply, and his mind quickly searched for the name.

After a while, he said: "I haven't heard of it, but most of the people Pang Ye inquires about will not be unknowns, give me some time, I will definitely be able to find out."

Pang Shengyi's face was calm, without the slightest disappointment, he didn't have much hope to get anything from this person before he came

Use the message, but just by the way.

Meng Haoran hurriedly asked: "Pang Ye, what are your plans for coming this time, as long as you can kill Lu Shanmin, even if you let me die, you are willing to die."

Pang Shengyi was a little disgusted by the face in front of him, "Leave the East China Sea, you don't have to participate in the killing of Lu Shanmin."

Meng Haoran's head buzzed, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"Pang Ye, before leaving, Ziying Gongzi said that he must kill Lu Shanmin, and he promised me to help me kill Lu Shanmin."

Pang Shengyi said coldly: "The eldest prince needs to be calm and calm, and it's the same."

"No", Meng Haoran roared with all his might: "No, I won't leave the East China Sea, I'm going to kill him."

Pang Shengyi didn't look at Meng Haoran again, turned around and walked towards the door.

Meng Haoran jumped up and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, crying and shouting: "Brother Yong, Ziying promised me, he promised me."

The middle-aged man kicked Meng Haoran to the ground and followed Pang Shengyi out.

Meng Haoran's crying roar came from the room, and the middle-aged man said softly: "Pang Ye, if this kid falls into the hands of Lu Shanmin, will it be unfavorable to us, or will it end up in him."

Pang Shengyi said lightly: "What can an ant know, the old man is kind-hearted and doesn't want to kill in vain, we only kill those who have to be killed, there is no need to stain unnecessary blood for a waste."

The middle-aged man said again and again, "What did the son confess"?

"Everyone who is anxious about Ziying's stay in the East China Sea will return to Tianjing immediately."

"This?"

Pang Shengyi said coldly: "The East China Sea is the nest of Lu Shanmin, and those people will only be self-defeating."

"But, how can the eldest prince explain it?" said the middle-aged man with considerable embarrassment.

Pang Shengyi's brows furrowed slightly, looking a little impatient.

"The era of the eldest prince has passed, this is what the old man meant".

After a pause, "I'm more familiar with the East China Sea, so stay and cooperate with me to investigate Zuoqiu's information."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, he thought that killing Lu Shanmin could help Nalan Ziying turn over, but now it seems that the eldest prince has no chance to turn over at all.

"Yes, I would like to be the only one who will be the head of the horse and be loyal to you."

"It's not faithfulness to me, it's loyalty to the Nalan family."

"Yes, loyal to the Nalan family."