"I think it's time to tell you about my father." Yang Xing leaned on Xiaofei's arms and said, "I'm afraid that if I don't say it now, I won't have a chance in the future." "Yang Xing slept for a long time, and he was plagued by hunger in his dreams. When he woke up, he found himself pillowed on Xiao Fei's lap, Xiao Fei's eyes were red, and he had obviously cried.

"Let's say something, so that the time may be better." Yang Xing said.

His consciousness was very clear at this time, and his heart was full of regret and pity for Xiaofei. At this time, scenes from the past came to mind, and he really wanted to be able to hug Xiaofei and tell her that she was the one who changed his life.

"You know, in fact, in middle school, I have always been a student with low self-esteem, because the students around me are richer than our family, and they can easily get it, but I can only watch them from afar. There must still be many students with low self-esteem in our school, and the reasons for low self-esteem may be varied, but I know that poverty is the root cause of most people with low self-esteem. Xiaofei stroked Yang Xing's hair and listened attentively, the concept of poverty was only limited to some film and television works in her mind, and she couldn't understand how much poverty would affect a person.

My parents were a very loyal couple who saved money to feed me in school and did everything they could to keep me well fed and clothed. For a long time, I remember that they never ate with me because they couldn't eat until I finished eating. I still remember that for several years in a row, during the Chinese New Year, they were reluctant to buy a new dress for themselves, but every year they would never forget to quietly put the New Year's money for me on the night of the 30th night. Although the money is not very much, it feels heavy in my hand. I swore in my heart that one day, I would give them a good life, and I would repay them for raising me.

I was silent at school and rarely participated in the activities organized by the school. Gradually, the relationship between me and my classmates became more and more estranged, and everyone said that I had a strange personality and was not easy to approach. But how did they know that some expenses are essential to socialize with my classmates, and I don't have to add extra burdens to my parents by doing it alone. This continued until I was in college.

When I went to college, I suddenly found that my personality really became very depressed, I started to panic, I didn't want to live my life so depressed, so I tried my best to change myself. I started to be active in school, I mingled with all my classmates, I flouted some rules, and deliberately showed a free and uninhibited character in the eyes of everyone, but in fact, my heart did not get rid of the inferiority complex of my youth at all.

Until I met you later.

I once read a book about how much confidence a good woman can bring to a man. You're that kind of girl, and you're the one who gave me confidence. At first, I was still a little uneasy when I was dating you, and I was always afraid that you would know my family situation and that you would dislike me. However, my worries are obviously unfounded, and you have been so good to me that I feel a little overwhelmed. However, I appear to be more open and indifferent to your concern. After a long time, my self-confidence has accumulated little by little, and I think that you are good to me only because I am a person who makes you feel good. After a long time, I realized that I didn't have to try to pretend anymore, and I really became cheerful.

But at this moment, something happened in my home that I really didn't know how to face, it was like a boulder pressing on my heart, no matter when, as long as I think about it, I will feel breathless. I even thought that I would never be able to shake off the shadow it had on me for the rest of my life.

It's still about poverty. I told you that my parents were very frugal, and this shows in every little detail of life. They went to the market to buy groceries, and they had to turn the whole street around, and they tirelessly bargained with the vendors for a few cents; They are very well-informed, they will always know which mall in the small town has a discount, and then wait outside the mall early; In the summer, when the leftovers at home have a taste, they are always reluctant to throw them away, and the two of them will find some garlic and eat it with those spoiled foods, saying that garlic can kill bacteria. Every time I ask them not to joke about their bodies, they always say that they are still healthy after such a long time. However, how do they know that those spoiled foods will condense some toxins in their bodies little by little, and one day, they will have to pay a heavy price. Their thrift seems to have become an instinct, an inertia, perhaps, they don't particularly care about the few cents saved at a time, thrift itself, allows them to get a lot of fun. Later, their frugality became more and more powerful. My mother used to cook well, and a few relatives came to our house for dinner, and they all praised my mother's good skills, so she could go to the hotel to be a chef. However, I became more and more disinclined to eat my mother's cooking, because she was so thrifty that she was reluctant to put the seasonings, and how many times I implicitly brought it up to her, and she began to save gas when she put a lot of spices in her cooking, and she served some of the dishes on the table.

I went to college and left home, and their frugality has never been scrupulous, and every time I go home, I feel bitter. I have no right at all to accuse them of such frugality, on the contrary, I must also be grateful to them, because they have done all this because of me, their only son. All of these have become a kind of motivation in my heart, and they are like a whip, inspiring me all the time.

However, when I returned home during the summer vacation last summer, something happened that almost broke me. Yang Xing was silent for a moment, his chest heaving and heaving, as if remembering the past still made his heart palpitate. He was already very weak at this time, and he had to accumulate some strength to finish the painful past in one breath, otherwise, he was really afraid that he would always have to bury his heart in the bottom of his heart. At this time, some hidden impulses wandered quietly within him, he could feel them, but he couldn't grasp them.

It seems to have become a routine to go home for the summer, and when I came home last summer, I didn't notice anything unusual at all. The mother said that her father went to work in a shoe factory in Wenzhou with a group of former colleagues who had retired, and the mother finally explained that her father had been rehired as a technician, and that the owner of the private shoe factory was very fond of his father's craftsmanship. I didn't doubt my mother's words, but gradually, I felt that something was wrong, because at home I could feel a cold aura at all times. I don't know why, but I think it's because I've been away from home for too long, and I'm not used to coming back. As the week passed, the eerie aura grew stronger and stronger, and I noticed that my mother's behavior had become rather strange.

There was an old-fashioned Xiangxuehai refrigerator at home, which was still a second-hand item that my father bought at the thrift market when I was in high school, but the quality was good, but it was quite noisy. The fridge had always been in the living room, but when I came back, I found it in my mother's bedroom. And my mother, who was alone in her bedroom, talked to me with a twinkle in her eyes, as if she had something very important in her heart.

One morning, instead of getting out of bed, I woke up and listened carefully to the sounds outside. My mother would get up early every day to go grocery shopping, and I was the only one who stayed at home during this time. My mother came to my room to see me before I went out, and I closed my eyes and pretended not to be awake, and my mother turned around and went out. As soon as my mother left, I quickly rolled over and got up and went to my mother's bedroom, only to find that the door was locked.

My parents' bedroom was never locked in my memory, so why did my mother lock it after my father left? At home, she locked her bedroom, and I was the only one to guard against, my mother had worked hard all her life, what could she hide from me?

When my mother came back, I pretended not to notice anything, just looking for an opportunity, and secretly took her key out and secretly got one. The next morning, when my mother went out to buy groceries, I stood by her bedroom door with the new key in my hand, and suddenly became a little timid. I hesitated at the door for a long time, not knowing why I was hesitating. The key was in my hand, and the lock was no obstacle to me, and I could easily enter the door, and the questions that had been lingering in my mind these days might be answered in an instant. What am I waiting for?

I finally opened the lock and entered the room.

The room was as dark as it had been a few years ago, and the curtains of the west window had been drawn tightly, keeping out the little light that had been kept out. The parents' bedroom was already very basic, with only a bed, an old-fashioned wardrobe and a desk. I was very familiar with this place, but when I went in, I was cautious, and as soon as I entered the door, I felt very depressed.

There seems to be some smell in the dim room, which has been condensed in the room for many years, so there is some smell of old decay. I stood in the room and looked around, and soon saw that the refrigerator was now in the northwest corner of the bedroom, next to the table. At the moment, the refrigerator is working, making a humming sound. I stared at the refrigerator and knew immediately that all my questions would be answered from it.

When I walked to the refrigerator, my legs were a little weak, and my palms and feet were covered with sweat. I was so nervous.

As I said, my parents' bedroom was very dimly lit, and I walked to the refrigerator only to find that the refrigerator was wrapped in a few thick wires. This is an abnormal thing, what is the mother hiding in the refrigerator, to be so careful?

I didn't hesitate this time, knowing that it was close to my mother's return. I went out to find pliers, quickly cut all the wires, and then, without giving myself time to think, I quickly opened the refrigerator door...... Yang Xing snorted, his body suddenly flipped over, and he made some retching sounds. Xiao Fei hurriedly stroked his back, and at the same time, there was some fear on his face. She was completely immersed in Yang Xing's story, and she also realized that there must be a great secret hidden in that refrigerator, and that secret was the most serious injury to Yang Xing's heart. Think about it not long ago, Yang Xing's mother knew that he had a strange illness and made a special trip to the school to see him, and he actually sent his mother back on the same day, there must be some reasons that outsiders don't know. Xiaofei suddenly didn't dare to face the contents of the refrigerator.

"Don't talk about Yang Xing, let him go over the past." Yang Xing retched a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of yellow water, he struggled to hide on Xiao Fei's lap on his back again, wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth with his arm, his face was already in pain, and some tears kept flowing down his eyes. He didn't seem to hear Xiaofei's words, so he went down and said, "I opened the refrigerator, and I saw my father, that's my father!" Yang Xing hissed!

Xiao Fei was shocked, such a thing was really beyond her imagination, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body in an instant, and the chill on her body became heavier.

"My father was in the refrigerator, his body curled up and extremely deformed, but his head was facing the refrigerator door. His face was pale, like quicklime soaked with water, and his protruding features and hair were covered with frost. His mouth was slightly open, but his eyes were wide open, and there was no trace of sparkle in his gray eyes. I looked at my father, and the blood in my whole body seemed to be congealed with him in that instant. My father was also looking at me, but his gaze no longer fell on me, and his wrinkled face seemed to record the hardships and hardships of his life. There was a loud bang in my head, some scorching force rushed left and right in my body, my whole body was as cold as ice, but there was a fire burning in my heart. I was covered in cold sweat and panting, my stomach was churning like a sea, some power rushed up my throat, and I didn't even have time to run out of the door before I vomited. Yang Xing became more and more excited, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble violently at this time. He grabbed Xiaofei's arm so hard, so hard, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood. His gaze became misty and his expression was in a trance, but he still had to finish his sentence.

"I was so frightened that I will never forget the moment I opened the refrigerator door and my father in the refrigerator looked at me. That morning, I ran out of my parents' bedroom, but I couldn't stay in the house for a moment, so I simply packed up my things and ran out of the house. My mother, who came back from grocery shopping, called my name in the back in a hurry, and I didn't look back, but ran all the way away. I haven't been home since. My mother called the school and I learned that the cause of my father's death was a cerebral hemorrhage, but I asked why my dead father was in the refrigerator, and it took me a long time before my mother told me the reason. Do you know what the reason is? How ridiculous it may seem to you, but when I hear it, I just want to cry. Yang Xing choked, his whole body began to twitch, and his hands and feet shook like electricity: "My mother told me that my father died at home, and as long as she hid her father's body, no one would know that my father was dead." At that time, the street shoe factory where they had stayed all their life had just been acquired by a company that was profitable enough to pay them a pension on a regular basis. The mother hid her father's body just so that she could continue to receive her father's pension! Those five or six hundred dollars for a pension! Yang Xing's voice became hoarse, because he had to use all his strength for every word. Suddenly, his expression was grim, and he actually stood up from the ground. His arms fluttered, as if he were whipping someone hidden in the air. He screamed one after another: "You come out, this is the fate you arranged, why some people are born with it, but we may not get it if we have to spend our whole lives." You shouldn't have teased us, you shouldn't have teased my parents, they have been loyal and honest all their lives, and you are so cruel to treat them like this. Xiao Fei came up in horror and grabbed Yang Xing, and found that his eyes burst out with some fierce light that only a caged beast can have.

Yang Xing completely fell into a state of madness.

Blood. One drop, two drops...... The white feet were still white, still glistening in the sunlight, and the blood was only stained on the blade it had stepped on. Blood can't block the sharpness of the blade, it can only increase its calm aura.

Everyone was holding their breath and watching Tang Wan go up the ladder as the girl who was so delicate that it seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. Sha Bo even had a heart hanging in his throat, as if as long as Tang Wan fell, his heart would shoot out of his throat. Only Du Chuanxiong, the owner of the Sleeping Mountain Villa, stood to the side indifferently, as if he was looking at something he didn't care about.

It was Tan Dong who screamed, and as soon as Tang Wan's feet stepped on the first blade, he began to writhe and struggle, and only a dying beast could scream from his throat.

At this time, Tang Wan was calm, she seemed to have put herself in a void realm, and she didn't hear Tan Dong's screams at all, and she didn't even look at Tan Dong hanging on the beam. She clasped the stake in both hands, her feet slowly alternating between the blades, and she didn't even frown as the blood dripped. Her expression was calm and serene, like a believer after conversion.

The wooden stake is about seven or eight meters high, and there are fifteen knives stuck in the wooden stakes on each side, Tang Wan only needs to climb to the top of the stake from one side, pull out the knife inserted in the stake, and cut the rope that binds Tan Dong, and then he has passed the ladder to the sky.

Tang Wan was very slow, but she had already stepped on seven or eight knives, and the people around the stake, including Shabo Qin Ge, could clearly see that the soles of her feet were all stained red with blood. She had at least seven more knives to make, and the wound had to come into contact with the blade again, and support the weight of her entire body. Each time she lifted her foot, she had to stay for a long time to get firm, and the other foot would lift at a slower pace.

Will she be able to reach the top of the pile safely?

The residents of Sleepy Hollow who looked up below, many of them had unbearable looks on their faces, and in their hearts, did they also hope that this strong girl would be able to reach the top of the pile and rescue his lover?

Knife. The knife was in Yang Xing's hand.

His waving arms, because of the extra knife, added a lot of sharpness. Xiao Fei shrank by the wall, watching the changes in Yang Xing's body in horror, she realized for the first time that she actually didn't know Yang Xing very well.

Yang Xing's strength at the moment came from nowhere, he rushed to the broken wine barrel with a knife, and continuously slashed hard, cutting the wine barrel out of a big hole, and then, throwing the knife, used his hand to hold some of the remaining wine at the bottom, and continuously brought it to his mouth.

He was so hungry that the wines could quench his hunger for a short time, but then an even greater hunger would follow. After a few reincarnations, Yang Xing was already extremely crazy, knowing that the wine was poison, but he still couldn't help but drink it.

Now, even if he wanted to drink it again, it was gone. Xiao Fei Shi stabbed the bottom of the wine barrel with a knife, and the wine had almost flowed after so long. Yang Xing's hand was groping at the bottom of the barrel, although there was still a thin layer, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He let out a desperate ** and tried to lift the barrel, but after hugging it several times, he couldn't pick it up.

He gasped, and suddenly found that Xiao Fei in the corner had squatted and slipped to his side, and she had already held the knife he had thrown on the ground in her hand.

Yang Xing roared, making Xiao Fei's body tremble, and his hand was empty in an instant, and the knife had been snatched by Yang Xing. Yang Xing roared angrily: "What are you going to do, what are you going to do when you grab my knife?" Xiaofei was frightened by him, turned around and ran, he then chased after him, and shouted while chasing: "You broke the wine barrel, you ruined the wine, what do you want to do, do you want to kill me!" You're going to grab my knife again, do you think you can kill me if you have a knife, do you want to stuff me in the froger! Yang Xing was shocked, his face became even more hideous, and he shouted: "You vicious women are all the same, you all have to stuff men in the refrigerator!" Xiaofei went around in a circle to avoid Yang Xing, she thought to herself, Yang Xing was really crazy.

Fortunately, Yang Xing's movements were slow, and the dexterous Xiaofei could always avoid his pursuit every time. Because of running, Yang Xing looked even more crazy, at first the hand that was still empty grabbed Xiao Fei's back, and later, even the hand holding the knife began to wave forward.

Xiaofei burst into tears as she ran, she didn't know how a person could have such a completely different face. She thought that there would be many people around everyone, and they would all have another unknown face, if that face was revealed, would it be as hideous and terrifying as Yang Xing?

The room was large and empty, which provided convenience for Xiao Fei to avoid Yang Xing, but after chasing for a while, Xiao Fei's legs were sore and tired, but Yang Xing was still the same, and after such a long time, he didn't seem to feel tired at all. Xiao Fei complained bitterly in her heart, but there was nothing she could do, and she didn't dare to slack off, she had to cheer up and run wildly, she knew that it was actually a matter of life and death at this time, and she also believed that if she was caught up by Yang Xing, Yang Xing would definitely cut the knife to her body mercilessly.

Suddenly, her feet were soft, and after a stumble, although she stood up straight and did not fall, Yang Xing was already very close to her. The light of the knife flashed behind him, Xiao Fei let out a miserable scream, leaned forward, and fell heavily to the ground. Her back was already red.

Xiaofei struggled and wanted to crawl forward, but Yang Xing stepped on her leg. She turned her head in horror and saw that the hideous Yang Xing was full of murderous aura, but there was a greedy light in her eyes.

Xiaofei realized something, and the fear deeper than death plunged her into a deep despair.

Tang Wan suddenly fell straight down from the wooden stake! At that time, she was close to the top of the pile.

Sha Bo took the lead in running over, Qin Ge followed closely behind him, and the thin man hesitated for a moment, but finally followed. There was a commotion in the crowd, and they came closer. The two Dharma disciples began to dance again, the sound of the brass bell and the sword was particularly piercing in the noise, and the banner of the gang began to flutter in front of and behind them.

Tang Wan's face was like a blank piece of paper, and she had already fainted. Her feet were red with blood at this time, and Sabo trembled and held her feet, which were marked by scars of different shades, some of which had already turned the flesh open. Shabo saw that his whole body was spasmed, and he quickly took off his clothes and wrapped her feet around her.

Du Chuanxiong stood in front of them again.

The disciples and helpers danced faster behind him, and the crowd of onlookers let out a low, majestic roar. In the roar, someone put a one-meter-square wooden board under the stake, facing Tan Dong on the horizontal log. The two disciples stepped barefoot on the blades on the stakes, and they were unharmed. They took their knives off one by one, and then stuck them tightly into the plank.

Shabo and Qin Ge finally knew what they were going to do at this time.

Du Chuanxiong looked disappointed in front of them, and said in a deep voice: "If you can't go up the ladder, then your friends will have only one way to go." He didn't wait for Sha Bo Qin Ge to answer, and said again: "Rolling Dragon!" "Under the two stakes, people piled up branches, and the two gang leaders have laid down their flags and stood by the stakes with torches in their hands. Needless to explain, Sha Bo and the others already knew what the Rolling Dragon was, it must have been to set the wooden stakes on both sides on fire, and when they couldn't support the weight of the crosswood and Tan Dong, when Tan Dong fell down, he just fell to the wooden board with the knife stuck upside down.

Now, behind the stake, several big men worked together to carry a black boulder more than one person high, the big stone was so black and shiny that it looked irregular at a glance, but after landing on the ground, when you looked carefully, it faintly revealed the shape of a head.

Du Chuanxiong raised his arms up, muttered something in his mouth, and then said loudly: "Sacrifice to the god of wine!" The crowd suddenly became agitated, I don't know how many pairs of arms were raised at the same time, how many feet were stomped on the ground at the same time, and everyone let out a "ho-ho" cry. The two Dharma disciples danced faster, their bodies shaking like chaff, and finally, they knelt down at the same time and fell in front of the black boulder.

Qin Ge knew that in southwest China, the concept of animism was recognized by many people. The black and shiny boulder seems to be the god of wine in Du Chuanxiong's mouth. The disciples had already bowed down, and the roar of the crowd in the square had shaken the heavens and the earth, and even the indifferent Du Chuanxiong had a calm expression on his face.

The torches in the hands of the helpers danced in the air, and they were like two burning vipers about to fall into the pile of branches under the stake...... A sharp loud bang drowned out the shouts of the crowd, and the square instantly fell silent, the two Dharma disciples who were lying on the ground raised their heads, and the torches in the hands of the two helpers stopped in the air. Du Chuanxiong's eyebrows furrowed, as if it was something that made him very angry that something happened at this time.

Under the stake, Qin Ge stood with his head held high. His waist was straight, and his small height instantly gave birth to a lot of strength that people could not ignore.

The power comes more from a gun in his hand. The gun had been hidden under his armpit just now, and he couldn't help but want to pull it out several times, but reason told him that he couldn't reveal his identity until the last moment, and besides, the gun was not used against ordinary people. The sacrifice to the god of wine began, seeing that the stake would be ignited, in that way, Tan Dong was really in a catastrophe. Qin Ge weighed it hard, and finally fired a gun to demonstrate and stop the ceremony that was about to start.

The square was quiet, and everyone was staring intently at Qin Ge and the gun in his hand. Even Sha Bo's thin man was full of surprise, they really didn't know how Qin Ge could have a gun on him. Du Chuanxiong's brows furrowed, obviously what happened was beyond his expectations, disrupting the arranged steps. He groaned, still pacing in front of Qin Ge.

"Who the hell are you?" He said grimly, his eyes wary.

"I don't believe you don't know who I am by this point." Qin Ge said lightly, "There seem to be only two kinds of people with guns on their bodies, one is a policeman and the other is a gangster. What kind of person do you think I look like? "Forgive my clumsiness, I couldn't figure out the difference between a police officer and a gangster a long time ago." "That's your business!" Qin Ge said heavily, "I will tell you clearly now that I am a policeman. Do you think a police officer can make you do something illegal right under his nose? Du Chuanxiong shook his head helplessly: "You mentioned the law again, does the law stipulate that you don't have to pay for your life when you kill someone?" Your friend killed three people, and he has to pay for it. "But you're not the enforcer of the law!" Qin Ge said, "No one has the right to deprive others of their lives without going through a legal trial. Du Chuanxiong became impatient, he waved his hand, and stopped Qin Ge: "This is the Sleeping Mountain Villa. "I'm a police officer, no matter where I am!" Qin Ge didn't let it go at all.

The helplessness on Du Chuanxiong's face became even stronger, he suddenly raised his hands and looked directly at Qin Ge: "Then I'll tell you now, in the Sleeping Valley, there is no need for the police!" The crowd began to agitate again, and the disciples who were lying on the ground over there began to bow down again. The gang with the torch in hand was obviously still hesitating, they looked at Qin Ge and Du Chuanxiong who were facing each other in the field, and the torch in their hands slowly moved towards the pile of branches.

The gun in the Qin singer was pointed directly at Du Chuanxiong: "Let them stop!" Du Chuanxiong smiled, and at this moment, his face showed an extremely tired look: "Your gun can kill me, but it can't save your friend's life." He didn't wait for Qin Ge to speak, he suddenly turned around, waved his arm again, and the helper over there no longer hesitated, and threw the torch in his hand onto the pile of branches. The fire soon ignited.

The gunshots rang out again, the screams quieting the crowd only slightly, but then the crowd became more agitated. Qin Ge was obviously furious, but the gun in his hand couldn't be aimed at anyone. He could only fire a warning gun, but the power of the gun was quickly ignored and the crowd became more agitated.

Sha Bo and the thin man over there hadn't moved yet, they had been hugged tightly, and Tang Wan, who was lying on the ground, woke up leisurely at this time, looking at the fire on both sides of the stake, and let out a heart-rending cry. Tan Dong, who was on the horizontal wood, never left Tang Wan for a moment, but when the fire burned, he became calm. He shouted Tang Wan's name, and he knew that he might really leave Tang Wan this time.

Death was close to Tan Dong, but he didn't feel too much fear. It was too painful for him to be alive. His eyes were staring at Tang Wan at this time, but he seemed to see a sixteen-year-old boy walking towards him from the darkness. The young man's body was not yet fully developed, and it was splashed with blood. The blade in the young man's hand was downward, still dripping with blood, and Tan Dong saw a middle-aged couple lying in a pool of blood behind the young man.

It was the parents of a sixteen-year-old boy. He killed his own parents with his own hands.

Tan Dong let out a painful snort, and he felt the rope that bound him loosen a little.

After a long time, he didn't understand how he had killed his parents, and when the bloody and horrible pictures were placed in front of him, he wept like all those who have lost them, as if their death had nothing to do with him.

He spent more than two months in the detention center, where he was constantly being interrogated, some in white coats. Later, he was taken to a closed hospital for treatment. He didn't know what disease he had, but he knew that he must be sick, otherwise, why would everyone say that he killed his parents?

For most of the six months in the hospital, he often fell into thoughts. Some of the past events of his childhood have become lessons that he has to review every day. He thought of the daily noise of his house, the sound of things breaking, and the leafy gardenia tree, and his own cries by the pit in the evening.

After many more years, the sixteen-year-old boy has grown up and met a girl who loves each other dearly. The girl was now screaming his name from below.

Tang Wan. Tan Dong muttered twice, and his heart was immediately captured by great pain.

I don't know when, maybe it was after the first earthquake that he noticed a change in himself. For all these years, he had always believed that there was a demon lurking in him, and that it was actually that it killed his parents. The demon was asleep in his body, not knowing when he would wake up. Tan Dong didn't dare to sleep at night anymore, because he sensed that the demon was already about to move, and he couldn't give the demon a chance to hurt Tang Wan.

He had vowed to protect Tang Wan with his life, but who could have known that the person he was always on guard against was actually himself.

He was exhausted and scarred by his own torture.

And all this is coming to an end now, he looked at Tang Wan who was crying and screaming below, and there was only so much attachment in his heart. It suddenly occurred to him that pain was actually a kind of happiness, but this happiness was about to leave him.

Qin Ge below turned around and forced away several men who were approaching him with a gun, and then pointed a gun at Du Chuanxiong, who was facing away from him. Although his waist was still straight, he was timid in his heart. In this environment, in the face of these groups of unarmed people, there is also a seemingly elegant Du Chuanxiong who is actually very deep in the city, and his chances of winning are really not much. Moreover, even whether he can get out of it on his own is a question.

As a police officer, what should I do at this time?

Tang Wan crawled towards the wooden plank full of knives, trying in vain to remove the plank. Tan Dong on the crossbar hissed and called her name: "Tang Wan Tang Wan, leave me alone, get out of here quickly, leave quickly!" Tang Wan couldn't speak anymore, she couldn't move the plank, so she went to pull out the knife inserted in the board. But when the first knife was drawn, she was dragged to the side. She struggled, tears streaming down her face, and her desperate eyes made her no longer a gentle woman, but like a dying she-animal.

The stake was burning, and the flames were like a crawling snake, gradually crawling towards the stake.

Shabo's thin man was held by several big men and couldn't move, and he was still struggling desperately; Tang Wan kept crawling towards the plank, and whenever she reached the edge of the plank, she would be dragged away again; Tan Dong stared at Tang Wan with pity and despair on the crosswood, calling her name loudly; Qin Ge was still holding a gun and pointing a gun at Du Chuanxiong, who was facing away from him, but he couldn't fire this shot no matter what; The crowd was shouting, looking forward to the moment when Tan Dong was about to fall...... No one could stop the tragedy that happened, a wooden stake suddenly crooked, and the horizontal wood and the bound Tan Dong shook, and then, the wooden stake on the other side broke suddenly, and the horizontal wood fell straight down with Tan Dong.

Tang Wan, who was lying on the ground, saw Tan Dong's eyes at the moment of falling, there was no fear in it, only regret and relief. In Tang Wan's terrible scream, Tan Dong landed on the wooden plank, those upside-down knives pierced his body, and blood rushed out from all parts of his body, quickly staining him into a bloody man. But his eyes were still not closed, it was staring in Tang Wan's direction, as if it was still blaming itself for not being able to protect her anymore.

Tang Wan tried in vain to climb to his side, but her body was already held down, and she stretched her arms forward, as if she could get closer to Tan Dong in this way. Her mouth was wide open, but she couldn't make any sound. I don't know how long it took, but her arms finally fell slowly, her head was pressed against the ground, and her whole body was motionless, but her eyes were still wide open, and her mouth was still squirming.

Her soul seemed to have left her with Tan Dong.

The fire was still burning, the crowd was still cheering, Shabo was still struggling, Qin Ge had already lowered his hand holding the gun, and Du Chuanxiong turned around with some contemptuous smiles on his face.

Everything became a blur, and then it became a white piece.

Tang Wan closed her eyes and thought, am I going to die? If you die, you can be with Tan Dong again, so it is not a happy thing to die.

Tang Wan then thought again, let's die, there will be no more fear when we die, there will be no more pain, although there seems to be a little regret about life, but death must be an ignorant and ignorant void world, there, I will definitely forget my regrets.

The white world darkened, and darkness finally came again.

Tang Wan fainted.