He could hear his heart beating hard and vigorously. Countless cold sweats broke out in the palms of his hands, and he wanted to see if Uncle Yan was dead, but he couldn't move his steps at all.

He was so scared, so afraid. "Yan ...... Uncle Yan...... Uncle Yan ......"

"Let's go, let's go see if he's dead." Listening to the sound outside the door, he quickly hid in the hole.

Showing one eye and watching every move from above.

Two men came to his side and kicked mercilessly with their feet. "Dog, you said he should be dead like this!"

"It doesn't matter if he's dead or not, he'll definitely die if he makes up a few cuts."

Without blinking his eyes, the knife in his hand stabbed him in the chest.

The moment he pulled it up, blood splattered all over his face, and he was stabbing it a few times.

Mu Sheng's eyes were full of frightened tears, and he covered his mouth with his hands.

Several people made up countless knives, and then left satisfied.

Mu Sheng saw that people had been walking for a long time, and then he walked out of the cave. With the blood-stained stack of bills in his hand, he struggled to move him into the hole.

Inside the hole was straightened and looked at his cold corpse. Tears sobbed silently, I don't know whether it was frightened or sad. He didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear that the Naxi people would hear about it and turn back.

He could only cover his mouth with his hands, and the helpless sobs made the entire narrow and dark passage even more eerie.

And Mu Xiaoran, who was far away in Dubai, suddenly heard the crying of several people, and his heart suddenly panicked.

"Fu'er, Mengmeng, Ruo'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Mommy, my brother is afraid, my brother is so afraid." Mengmeng's face was full of tears, which made people feel distressed to watch.

Mu was afraid??? What exactly happened to him that would have scared him?

She sat down unsteadily on her feet when the phone rang.

She picked up the phone like a ghost, and it was Missiché's elegant, magnetic voice. "Xiao Ran, we already have a clue, it's just ......"

"Got a clue? Are you sure? I'll go over it. ”

Listening to her voice of sudden hope in despair, he groaned for a moment and spoke.

"Wait, little dye. Our streetlight cameras showed him being taken to the docks, where the boat had been gone for three or four days. ”

Was sent to the dock and taken away??? This is undoubtedly the death sentence for her, where to find it in the vast sea of people except for the Dubai border.

"Who took it?"

"Yes...... You still don't have to know, I'll let the police give you a satisfactory result. ”

The more he did this, the more suspicious she became. "Tell me who took it."

"Yes...... Miss Lin Xiqi. ”

Lin Xiqi, those three words echoed in her ears like a magic sound. She is his wife, and she is his command.

At this moment, her heart has been completely blinded by hatred, and no matter what, she can think that they have instructed her to do it.

Missich didn't hear her voice for a long time, and asked again uneasily. "Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran, how are you?"

"It's okay, I see."

Missich listened to the voice in his ear, and the last emotionless sentence made him panic.

Lin Xiyun pushed open the door and came in, and what he saw was Mu Xiaoran sitting on the floor like a soulless person, while several children were crying heartbreakingly.

He immediately put down what he was holding and tried to lift her up from the place.

"Xiao Ran, get up quickly, why are you sitting on the ground."