"You guys keep talking." An Yang lowered his eyes and glanced at the watch on his wrist, the time was almost up, and after a while, it would be time for him to wake up.

It's time to cook and warm up.

Warm clothing, food, housing and transportation are better than all major things here in Anyang.

……

The town, the night.

The wind was whistling, and the ground that had just rained was slippery.

Song Yiyi was running, panting, and ran in from the mouth of the alley, her face was sweaty, covering her lower abdomen, and blood flowed out of the wound in her abdomen.

Her face grew paler.

There was a figure behind him, throwing the knife in his hand and following Song Yiyi unhurriedly.

The wide hood covered most of his face, and only a delicate chin and bright red lips could be seen, and he was smiling, very coldly.

Song Yiyi ran into the dead end in a panic, and the person panicked even more, stepped on the ground, climbed up, and hid in the hole in the corner of the wall, a hole covered by debris.

The boots stepped on the bluestone paved ground, making a "da-da-da" sound, slow and heavy.

Hearing this, Song Yiyi's heart trembled.

She accompanied Mianmian to see her father, and planned to go back to City B tomorrow, but in the process, Tang's father said that he wanted to eat a roadside stall, and she was paid to come, and Mianmian was stopped......

She thought she would just buy something and go back soon.

But the roadside stall was a little off, and it was raining, and when she passed, she didn't see the vendor, but saw a man in a sweatshirt, sitting there, with a cold light in his eyes.

The perception of danger made her instinctively turn around and run.

But she forgot a very important factor.

How can a powerless woman compare to someone like Song Zhengyang, who is full of killing skills.

So she was stabbed and ran out.

Probably because he enjoyed chasing his prey......

Song Yiyi nested in that hole, the wound on her abdomen was still bleeding, the pain swept through her body, and she felt that her consciousness was about to go into a trance.

The footsteps of "Da ......" got closer and closer, and a pair of shoes appeared in her sight, and the direction of the shoes was towards her.

Song Yiyi even held her breath, her hairs stood up, and she was extremely frightened.

In case of...... In case it is discovered......

Song Yi relied on the firewood behind him, and his eyes showed unwillingness.

She hadn't been with her sleep for long, long time...... How can it be interrupted here......

"Dash...... Da ......" The shoes moved, in the other direction, and the sound seemed to be quieter.

Song Yiyi was unwilling to relax, still stiffening her back and listening carefully.

The rain dripped down the eaves, and some of it slipped into her collar, freezing so cold that she instinctively shivered.

"Smack-" A wooden stick fell from the top of the hole, and it was very clear in the empty alley.

She heard footsteps stop.

And then......

There was no sound anymore.

There was no sound at all, she didn't know if Song Zhengyang was gone, so she could only stay.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Finally, she slowly moved, her body was already frozen, and the bleeding had stopped, but she needed treatment now, otherwise she would really die.

She reached out and slowly moved some of the clutter next to the hole, peeked around, saw no figure, breathed a sigh of relief, and moved gently.

If anyone passes by, they will see the man in the hat, leaning against the wall next to the cave, staring at the man with gloomy eyes.

The bladed knife hung above.

As soon as the person comes out...... Lift your hand again......