Su Ziyu clenched his palms, took half a step back, and on the premise of ensuring his safety, he repeated: "Yuan Li, my mother's name is Yuan Li." ”

As soon as these words came out, Su Ziyu saw Zhu Ling's eyes red, and what followed was tears of surprise to her.

He had not cried even after he had been tortured so cruelly just now, why did he cry so sadly when he heard her mother's name?

Su Ziyu asked, "Do you know your mother?"

Zhu Ling looked at Su Ziyu in a daze, and after a while, he burst into tears, and he was speechless with excitement.

Su Ziyu didn't urge, and quietly waited for Zhu Ling to calm down.

However, Zhu Ling was like a magic barrier, he looked up at the roof, and muttered in a weak tone: "When I run out of oil and the lamp is dry, I can still see Miss, it is not in vain Zhu Ling's hard work for more than ten years, Miss ......"

Su Ziyu wanted to say that he was not the eldest lady in his mouth, but at this moment, Zhu Ling seemed a little delirious.

When the oil runs out, is he really going to die?

"Zhu Ling, don't say it, I'm a doctor, can I help you?" Su Ziyu didn't want Zhu Ling to die, she stretched out her hand and tried to pull Zhu Ling's wrist, but Zhu Ling didn't cooperate, she was blocked by the wooden fence and couldn't reach it at all.

And Zhu Ling didn't seem to hear Su Ziyu's words at all, he just looked at Su Ziyu with a smile and muttered, "Three inches under the ribs, your ...... Mustard jade. Brother Ling, live up to the trust. ”

Su Ziyu frowned slightly, and asked, "What? What mustard jade?"

I wanted to ask a few more words, but Su Ziyu suddenly found that Zhu Lingzhi looked at her in a daze, but her pupils were dilated.

Su Ziyu chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to probe Zhu Ling's carotid artery, and sure enough, there was no feeling of beating in his hand, Zhu Ling ...... Zhu Ling is dead!?

"Zhu Ling, Zhu Ling!" Knowing that Zhu Ling was dead, Su Ziyu still couldn't help but call, and the last time he looked at her, the eyes he looked at her were full of pity and relief.

It was as if he had been waiting for her, and after seeing her, he was relieved to leave.

This feeling made Su Ziyu very uncomfortable.

It's a pity that Su Ziyu's voice failed to wake up Zhu Ling, but he called the officials.

The official who had just come to torture Zhu Ling took his subordinates and returned, and when he saw Zhu Ling's lifeless appearance, the officer's face suddenly turned pale, and his body couldn't help but swing.

"This ...... This...... He...... He ......, "The officials were so frightened that they couldn't speak clearly.

Su Ziyu said coldly: "He died, he was killed by you." ”

"Ah!" exclaimed the officer, and then shouted, "Doctor." Doctor, call Doctor!"

......

Su Ziyu has always known that human beings are very tenacious creatures, and if they have a desire for life, even if one foot enters the ghost gate, there is a miracle of resurrection.

On the contrary, if the wish is fulfilled, the Daluo Immortal will not be able to save it.

Zhu Ling's last look made Su Ziyu unforgettable, because it was a real look that had fulfilled his wish.

But why did he look at her with such eyes?

Su Ziyu recalled Zhu Ling's words in his mind: "Three inches under the ribs, mustard jade." Su Ziyu's eyes widened suddenly, could it be that Zhu Ling hid something in his belly?

Su Ziyu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Ling's clothes through the wooden fence with difficulty, and sure enough, there was a wound under his ribs that had healed, and the wound was an inch and a half, and it looked like it was cut by a sharp blade.

Su Ziyu stretched out his hand and pressed it, and there was indeed a foreign object inside.