Song Zhengyang calculated, in City B, Anyang has no helpers, so he can't stop him at all, and he can't stop Bai Nuan from coming over......

Everything is calculated by Zheng

The place he made an appointment was at the gate of a deserted courtyard house.

The place is not big, and it is already being prepared to be demolished and rebuilt.

It was ragged and tattered, and the door was hidden.

An Yang walked in with his legs raised, and while closing the door, he pulled out the thin knife on his body, first glanced around a few times to make sure that there was no camera, and then walked inside.

Dust rose inside, layer upon layer, and as he took a step, the ash at his feet rose and fell.

It's eerily quiet.

An Yang had a calm face, a rich haze rolled in his dark eyes, and his cold white skin was a little prominent in the dark night, he walked through the courtyard and stood at the door of the room facing the door, the wooden door was a little shabby, and there were cobwebs on it, and the color outside was darkened, and it was not too clear to see here.

He didn't turn on the lights or go in, he just stood in the doorway and tilted his head to glance inside, to see if he could see any movement.

At the same time, Song Zhengyang, who was hiding in the backyard, was editing the text message and sent it over.

Bai Nuan was trying to find Anyang, but received a text message.

[Anyang kills people in xxx]

Just a name, an address, a possible thing.

Told Bai Nuan to be out of order, raised his leg and ran out, stopped a car on the road, reported the address, added 50% of the money to the driver, and asked the driver to hurry over.

The driver is also powerful, pressing the accelerator pedal and shuttling through the congested road section.

An Yang raised his leg and kicked open the dilapidated door.

"Bang-" The door fell to the ground, and the sound made startled Song Zhengyang in the backyard, but just as a moment, he laughed silently again, and with a hideous expression, he took out the knife in his hand, stared at his arm, and tilted his head.

Aiming at his arm, he slashed it hard, and blood gushed out of the wound and dripped to the ground, mixed with dust and mud.

Song Zheng raised his eyebrows without frowning, staring at the blood on the knife, grinning the corners of his mouth, under the moonlight, it looked a little dark and terrifying.

He has been, no one is worthy of Bai Nuan, what is Anyang, he has not been spared for help, what is the use of Anyang?

As long as Bai Nuan sees An Yang's ugliness and the same dark and humble as him, she will definitely wake up and abandon him......

As soon as he thought about that picture, Song Zhengyang's mood became excited, and his slender eyebrows and eyes without glasses were full of morbid madness.

He hung his arm, blood dripping from the knife on his foot, and there was a man next to him.

A boy with a relatively large body is looking at people at the moment, and his expression is calm.

"Remember, when Bai Nuan comes, you will run with me, what to do, what not to do, you understand, right?" Song Zhengyang smiled a little gloomily, and his eyes were faintly scarlet, which was fanaticism, cheering when the carnival reached its climax.

The boy nodded, without saying a word, and when he followed Song Zhengyang's back, he took out a thin knife from his pocket, which was almost the same as An Yang's hand, hidden in the palm of his hand, and quietly followed.

His task is not to let Song Zhengyang hurt Anyang, but to ......

Another protagonist of this drama.

He had to follow Ji's instructions and let that guy go crazy on the spot, and it was best to kill Song Zhengyang, so that he could ......

He would have to belong to them.

There were several people present, each with a ghost in their hearts.