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Just when the resentment in Wu Bin's eyes became more and more fierce, his face became more and more hideous, the green tendons on his forehead became more and more terrifying, and his clenched teeth began to rattle.

A voice came from not far away and reached Wu Bin's ears.

"Someone robbed...... Help me...... Save...... Help ......"

Intermittently, some faint female voices came, which sounded like a woman had suffered something.

This voice made Wu Bin's whole body stiffen, and then, a new change appeared on his hideous face, which was called tangling.

Something different began to appear in his brain, which was filled with resentment, hatred, and even jealousy, and this thing might be called conscience? Or is it ...... Call it by another name.

But this mere point was not enough to make him act immediately, but it made him very painful, the expression on his face kept changing, hideous, distorted, tangled, resentful, unbearable, his eyes couldn't help but look at the voice, but he couldn't sit down and decide.

In his mind, demons and angels coexist, but the demon's voice is obviously stronger.

No matter what she does, I don't know what this woman asking for help is, maybe a bitch!

However, just see death and can't be saved?

All people in this world should die, everyone is sinful, everything, everything should be destroyed!

But, just like that, ignore it?

Are you the Virgin? Strangers also help, are you sick? Can't walk when you see a woman? Who can you save, you weak idiot? Isn't it better to be dead!

But...... Just listen to this cry for help...... Do nothing?

The inner torture and struggle are reflected in Wu Bin's face, tangled, painful, sweating like rain, his neck is stiff, his muscles and blood vessels are bursting, and his palms are pinched with bloody marks by his fingernails...... All this made him look terrifying, like a demon jumping out of hell!

Did he overreact a little bit, and only heard a few cries for help, why did this happen?

Shouldn't it just be in the heart, struggling slightly, succumbing to the weakness of the heart, and rushing by?

Why? Maybe it's just because of timing, things in the world are always so coincidental, and all opportunities are unpredictable.

This cry for help happened at the last moment when he was about to go crazy, but at this time, the conscience in his heart was also the clearest.

In the dark, the only bit of light is always very conspicuous.

"Save ...... Save ......" woman's voice was even weaker and intermittent, as if she was already in danger.

And this somewhat faint and unbearable sound reached Wu Bin's ears, but it was suddenly like thunder, and like a bucket of cold water, it was poured down from the top of his head.

In an instant, there was no more entanglement, just a reflex, running towards the place where the sound came from.

It turned out that in a trance and his mind was not clear at all, he didn't know how long he had walked, and he just subconsciously raised his legs and took steps.

When his consciousness completely recovered at this time, he found that he had come to the mouth of an alley.

In a certain urban area of Beishi, there are mostly this kind of hutong mouths, and the alleys are full of twists and turns, and there are always some dead ends.

And some alleys have more people, and some alleys have fewer people, after all, not everywhere, every inch of land is valuable.

Here, it is barely a relatively desolate place, there are very few people, at least around Wu Bin, there are not many pedestrians.

On Wu Bin's right-hand side, there is an alley, the alley is not wide, and it is not loaded, and it can probably pass a small tricycle, and the cry for help he heard came from it.

Although the cry for help was already a little faint at this time, I was probably able to discern the direction by the sound I heard before.

Ran a few steps towards the alley of the alley, and saw a narrower alley on the left, which can not be said to be an alley, but can only be said to be a gap left by two houses directly, not completely together, or a small aisle, can only barely let two people, shoulder to shoulder, side by side, in one more person, I am afraid it will not work.

This alley is a dead end, and deep in it is a high wall.

But Wu Bin didn't put his eyes on the end of the alley, but on the two people not far from him.

Two men, one standing, one falling to the ground.

Standing was a man, a young man, with burning yellow hair, dressed in clothes that he thought were fashionable, but in fact had bells and whistles, a ruffian, a hooligan, or a gangster, or an official call for a young man or an idle person.

Lying on the ground was a woman, in her thirties, wearing flat shoes, relatively modest clothes, and holding a bag that was not very good-looking.

But when Wu Bin moved his gaze to these two people, the first thing he saw was not the temperament of these two people, but the bright and dazzling ...... Blood!

The blood on the woman's body, the blood in her abdomen, there was a big hole in her abdomen, she was using her other hand, powerlessly covering the blood that kept bubbling outward, she tried her best, but the blood was ...... Still flowing, flowing all over the ground, she couldn't help but moan in pain.

"Ah...... Save...... Save ......"

The voice was weak, weak, and miserable.

But even so, her other hand is still holding the ugly bag, which makes people wonder what is in her bag!

The blood flowed all over the ground, stained with the woman's voice, stained with the bag, but there was still a lot of learning, on the thugs who were standing.

The thug was holding a dagger in his right hand, and the dagger was dripping with bright blood, and it was not difficult to see that this was a murder weapon, and the hand holding the murder weapon and trembling constantly was naturally the murder weapon.

The thug was obviously a little panicked, his face was flustered, his mouth was open, and his other hand was constantly trying to wipe the blood from his body.

But the blood, stained with his hands, became more vivid as he smeared his bright clothes.

Maybe it was the woman's constant cries for help that made the gangster a little bored, and he was annoyed, "scream, I'm killing you!" ”

The blood on the gangster's body made his words really a bit of a deterrent.

Poor woman, she could only hold the wound that she couldn't hold and couldn't hold, painful, "...... Ask for ...... Seeking ......"

"Please, fuck, Lao Tzu told you to shut up!"

The woman's voice made the red-eyed gangster become furious, and the gangster looked at the blood-stained bag, and his heart once again appeared evil, and the hand holding the dagger was raised again, towards the woman's hand holding the bag.

And Wu Bin, who was watching all this behind him, also seemed to be dyed red by this blood-red piece.

Something...... Looks like it's going to explode......