Suddenly, a mournful cry came from overhead, and when he looked up, he saw a sinister aura steaming around the top of the building.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi decided to go up to the top of the building to find out.

But the heart-piercing pain and inexplicable discomfort struck again, so he had to hold on to the wall and look at the corner of the wall and squat.

At the moment when he sat down, he only felt a figure flicker, and the Brown Bear pounced on him, followed by a loud bang, a huge piece of tempered glass fell from the top of the building, and smashed directly on the Brown Bear lying on Zhang Yi's body.

All this came in an instant, so that Zhang Yi didn't even have time to think, when the body shook violently, he first felt a moan from the mouth of the Brown Bear on his body, and then the red viscous liquid slowly seeped out of the Brown Bear's puppet, flowed to the ground, flowed to Zhang Yi's face, and flowed all over Zhang Yi's body.

All the people around heard the sound and immediately watched, Zhang Yi woke up from his trance, he rolled over and got up, pushed Brown Bear hard, and shouted in an almost voiced tone: "Hey, brother, how are you, are you okay?" ”

Brown Bear didn't answer, however, her blood had stained him red. A gust of wind blew, and the leaflets scattered all over her rose with the wind, like a fluttering amount of money waiting to be collected by the Yin Spirit.

Zhang Yi pushed away some broken glass from Brown Bear's body and removed her hood, but the moment he took off the hood, he felt like a slap on the top of his head, and his brain rumbled as if it was about to explode.

He was too familiar with the person wearing a brown bear, this was his wife Li Xiaoya, her eyes were now tightly closed, her mouth was slightly open, and her pale face had slowly lost the breath of life.

Li Xiaoya's hair, which was already soaked in sweat, was now covered with red blood, and her whole body was a mixture of sweat and blood.

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya, are you okay" Zhang Yi already looked incomparable at this time, his voice and body trembled.

He kept shaking Li Xiaoya, and kept calling her name in his mouth, but Li Xiaoya never woke up, nor did she wake up before she died like on TV and told him something or something.

While Zhang Yi was still in a trance, a white ambulance with a siren stopped beside Zhang Yi. In a trance again, Li Xiaoya was carried into the ambulance, and Zhang Yi also got into the ambulance together in the push.

Yellow sunlight shines through the windows on one side of the hallway, creating a line of light and shadow in this not-so-bright hallway. This is the corridor of the rescue room in the waiting area, and at this moment Zhang Yimu is standing by the door, looking at the surgical display light on the top of the door without blinking.

This incident caused another earthquake in this small city, and the wicker who was handing out leaflets not far from the side had been informed that he had come to the hospital, and he stood next to Zhang Yi, not knowing how to comfort him, just silently waiting with him.

One hour the lights in the rescue room were finally extinguished, and Zhang Yi's body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was waiting for the final verdict. He instinctively took a step back at the moment, he was afraid, afraid of the terrible news that scared him.

"Who is Li Xiaoya's family?"

"I am, I'm his husband." Zhang Yi spoke with difficulty, and at the same time, his body began to tremble, and even his breathing was temporarily interrupted.

"She had extensive internal bleeding from multiple injuries to her internal organs, but it wasn't fatal, it was her head that was fatal, her head was pierced by glass, and her brain tissue was fatally traumatized."

"Is she still saved?"

The doctor sighed and said, "I'm sorry, we did our best," and turned around and left quickly.

Zhang Yi's body swayed left and right as if he was drunk, and the wicker immediately rushed over to support Zhang Yi, but he still didn't speak, because he understood that it was useless to say anything at the moment, it was too big a blow to him, and it couldn't be smoothed out with a few words of comfort.

After standing in a daze for a few minutes, Zhang Yi turned around and rushed into the operating room, and several doctors who were still busy gave up after trying to stop them, and they all walked out of the emergency room, leaving only Wicker and Zhang Yi.

Li Xiaoya on the operating table has been covered with a white cloth, and mottled red blood stains can still be seen on the white cloth.

Zhang Yi's trembling hand lifted the white cloth on Li Xiaoya's body, and his tears poured out like spring water. His nose was very sore, and his heart was like a knife.

At this moment, he finally understood why he felt sad and wanted to cry before, which was a sign in his heart, a foreshadowing of what would happen next.

Li Xiaoya lay there quietly, her smiling face on weekdays was gone, replaced by a bloodless face, no longer eating the fireworks of the world.

She closed her eyes and remained motionless, she left Zhang Yi forever.

Li Xiaoya is the first person to contact Zhang Yixing after waking up, although they may not have reached the height of love between them, but they have a deep family feeling. With her, he felt at home, but only a few months later, the home was shattered again, and Zhang Yi became duckweed floating on the water without roots.

Zhang Yiren's tears flowed down his cheeks, he gently pressed his head against Li Xiaoya's face, and slowly closed his eyes.

Wicker sniffed, he didn't get close to Zhang Yi and just stayed at the door of the emergency room from afar.

Suddenly, two waves of people rushed in at the door of the emergency room, and these two waves of people ran and hurled abuse, which finally turned into a tearing and beating.

Wicker recognized at a glance that this was a one-stop funeral service industry in cooperation with funeral homes, and they undoubtedly smelled the smell of money when they came over, and two waves of people wanted to grab business.

Two waves of people scrambled to rush into the emergency room, and Wicker held out a hand to stop them.

"Yo, isn't this the wicker willow boss of the fat and thin funeral supplies store, what's wrong, the business has expanded, and I'm going to do a dragon too?" A fat-headed, big-eared man in big pants squinted his eyes.

The wicker didn't answer, so the two waves of people directly pushed the wicker and rushed in.

Suddenly, Wicker punched out and smashed on the fat man who rushed in front, and then kicked another wave of middle-aged people.

The two waves of people were attacked by Wicker at the same time, and after they were stunned for a while, they formed a tacit alliance and punched and kicked at Wicker together.

The scene was chaotic for a moment, with the sound of punches, kicks, screams, and moans filling the dead silence of the emergency room, but all this was immediately controlled by the police who rushed in, and they were all taken into the police car.

At night, Zhang Yi and Wicker stayed in the mourning hall, Wicker's face was a little swollen, and a band-aid was attached to his eyebrow bone.

Not long after Zhang Yi woke up, his memory had not been recovered, and he had no relatives or friends, so he was not going to hold a funeral for Li Xiaoya, but chose to accompany her silently before the cremation.

Li Xiaoya lay there quietly in the glass coffin surrounded by flowers, and at this moment she put on makeup, put on a white dress, and still had a smile on her face, as if she was asleep.

The little bird rested on the other side of the coffin, and he watched the coffin silently, maybe he also knew what was happening, and he could understand the pain of his good friend at the moment.

A gust of wind blew from outside, the candles in the mourning hall flickered until they were extinguished, and the burning money also rose with the wind and turned to the roof to rise.

"Yin soldier aisle" Zhang Yi shouted suddenly, he stood up and took out the bone knife from his arms and rushed out