Bingyu felt cold all over, and she looked up, but her neck was stiff as if it had been nailed to a plank.

But the next moment, her eyes widened in horror, for she realized that she didn't have a plank nailed to her neck.

It was two miserable white hands, pinching her neck.

A smiling man was actually sitting in front of Bingyu, holding her neck with his hand.

Bingyu forgot to scream for a while - because this man looks exactly like her husband. The only difference was that his face was even paler.

"You...... You ......"

Bingyu was about to say something, but in the blink of an eye, the man disappeared without a trace, and his neck suddenly lightened.

"What's going on......?" Bingyu's back was soaked with cold sweat, she was trembling, and the scene just now lingered in her mind.

The next moment, her mobile phone suddenly rang happily. But Bingyu screamed and threw his phone aside, huddled in the corner of the sofa and didn't move.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......" mobile phone rings melodiously in the ears, it is a cheerful piano song, and the fuselage is vibrating on the carpet.

After a while, the ringing stopped. But as soon as Bingyu breathed a sigh of relief, the phone screen lit up again.

"......" Bingyu's stomach was aching faintly, but she still reached for her mobile phone.

When I opened it, it was an unknown number.

Bingyu trembled and said, "Hey...... Who is it? ”

A middle-aged man's voice full of magnetism came from the opposite side, "Hello, is it Mr. Chen Qiyun's wife?" ”

Bingyu looked at the divorce agreement on the coffee table and whispered, "Yes, I am...... Excuse me, ...... you are? ”

"That's right, your husband was in a traffic accident and is now being taken to our hospital, we hope you can get here as soon as possible."

Bingyu opened her mouth slightly, and the phone in her hand fell on the carpet.

Not far away, the man who looked exactly like her husband, but with a pale face, was sitting on the sofa, staring at her with a smirk.

The thoughts in his mind were no longer chaotic, and with the sound of breathing that gradually became clear in his ears, Bingyu regained his senses and understood what was happening at the moment.

"Isn't that fun for you?"

The cowardice on Bingyu's face slowly faded, replaced by a chilling indifference. She stood up and sat back on the sofa with a blank face, touched her body, and found a cigarette case, only to find that there were no more cigarettes.

"Hehe, whether it's interesting or not is secondary, I just want to remind you...... Or rather, make a deal. ”

Bingyu didn't look at the pale guy who was sitting opposite, who looked exactly like her husband, and sneered, her voice full of disdain.

"Deal? Do you think I'm going to make a deal with a low-level demon? ”

"If you want to see your husband like this all the time from now on, then you can refuse my request."

Bingyu took out a brand new cigarette from the drawer, and was busy unpacking the box, hearing this sentence, her expression instantly became gloomy, and she slowly raised her head, and her beautiful eyes flashed with anger.

"Damn it, I warn you, it's better not to joke with my family, or ......"

"There's nothing you can do with me, can you? Don't be reckless, my request is very simple - break off with Zhang Xuan, and don't provide him with any help from now on. ”

After that, the man hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled miserably, as if he looked very happy.

"Otherwise, I don't mind coming to you every night for a 'tryst' Oh, hehe, although I have long forgotten what it feels like to be a human being, it is also very beautiful to have a late-night tryst with a big beauty like you......"

"Fuck you, bastard!"

Bingyu shouted angrily, picked up the ashtray from the coffee table and threw it at him, but at the moment of contact, the man's body slammed into a dark gray fog and slowly dispersed.

"Remember, I've warned you, if you're obsessed, don't blame me......"

Bingyu's breathing was short, she gently reached out and pressed her chest, her heart beating very violently.

"Tsk...... Things seem to be more troublesome now. ”

After making sure that the nightmare had completely left, Bingyu collapsed on the sofa with a sigh of relief, and after resting for a while, he picked up his mobile phone, and the screen displayed a hanging number.

hesitated for a long time, but in the end, Bingyu sighed lightly, threw the phone on the sofa, and still didn't dial.

"Let's talk to him in two days......"

The small but warm living room was illuminated by a small orange lamp, and the shadows of the ice rain were slightly elongated under the illumination of the light. However, she didn't notice that when she looked closely, the shadow was like a living thing, gradually extending towards the night outside.

"The target may be you." Bingyu crossed Erlang's legs and took a sip of coffee.

The lights are dim, and the classical cafés decorated with crystal glass are filled with sticky jazz sounds. In a small private room, Zhang Hang and Bingyu sat facing each other. Bingyu didn't look like anything special, but Zhang Hang looked thoughtful.

On a beautiful, clean wooden table with stripes, there is a newspaper.

It's the newspaper Venice.

On the eye-catching headline page, the headline reads "40 Generations of Men Murder Colleague's Family".

I read the content again. A 45-year-old man named Li Dachuan brutally murdered his boss and colleague's family with a kitchen knife in the early hours of yesterday morning, and then returned home and killed his wife and daughter in the same cruel way. The shredded body was found in the nearby woods.

At this point, there may not be any clues, just like a crazy murder case.

But the next photo made Zhang Hang and Bingyu basically count.

Li Dachuan himself was lying on the bed covered in blood, becoming a dried corpse. The cause of death was excessive blood loss.

What's even more bizarre is that from his brain, the police found a snow-white feather that had been half corroded.

"If you were a demon, would you target the son of the demon king Lin Yi?"

Zhang Xuan wanted to take a cigarette from Bingyu's cigarette case, but was slapped away by her. Bingyu's expression looked a little serious.

"That's why you're the target. If I'm guessing correctly, this low-level nightmare is on the verge of breaking through. And if that's the case, it all makes sense.