Yan Bai could feel her body falling from the sky, the wind swept through her ears, the position of the heart bullet was unbearable, and the vitality of her body was passing away little by little, she opened her eyes and looked at the night sky, those smart ink-colored eyes, now only ashes and death remained.

Cold, so cold, so cold.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be about to disperse, but there were still no stars to be seen, and the heavy snow that had fallen all night had begun to gradually stop, only the wind was blowing, and the smile on her lips did not diminish, and she raised her hand and raised it, as if she wanted to catch something.

It's the feeling of death.

She's going to die.

"Bang ......" body finally fell to the ground, Yan Bai could clearly hear the feeling of the bones on his body crackling and breaking, it began to tear apart, as if to say that she was torn into pieces, and the blood splattered from her body soaked the snow, the back of her neck seemed to be cut by something sharp, and the head seemed to gradually detach from the body.

Piercing pain, piercing cold, and then ...... Yan Bai couldn't feel anything, and her eyes finally fell on the live broadcast screen in the live broadcast room, which was densely packed with barrages, and the corners of her lips rose.

In the end, the picture was fixed on Yan Bai's smile and the flesh and blood all over the ground.

#我不信?! What happened?! #

#主播大大死了? Bai Mo's wound is fatal, stabbed in the heart, Bai Mo ...... Can you still live? #

#我不接受, I don't listen, how can it be, but ...... On Bai Mo's body, the anchor was greatly injured. #

#主播大大...... Dead, Bai Mo is also dead......#

Everyone in the live broadcast room saw Yan Bai's death and the knife that sank into Bai Mo's heart, he couldn't live.

The live broadcast was forcibly closed because of Yan Bai's death.

114 froze in place, and at that moment, something passed through its system.

……

As the night passed, the night of wind and snow finally stopped, presumably because the New Year was approaching, the weather was surprisingly good, the thick dark clouds dispersed, and the sun hung in the sky, melting the snow on the ground.

Inside the hospital, Wen Youchen sat outside the operating room, the lights in the operating room were on, showing that he was in operation, Wen Youchen sat on the chair with his head down, he was covered in blood, he didn't change his clothes, he just sat dejectedly, and the people who walked by in the corridor looked at Wen Youchen with a strange look.

"No......"

Wen Youchen didn't dare to think about the scene downstairs of the abandoned building he saw, the person who usually scared him and made him feel like a monster, his body was torn apart on the ground, and he turned into a corpse, his original beautiful and delicate face became hideous, his brain burst out, his head was cut open by the sharp object standing downstairs, and his body was misaligned, his bones were broken, and his body was soft like mud.

The snow beneath her was red and spreading.

"Vomit ......" Wen Youchen hugged a trash can and couldn't help but vomit anymore.

Such a living person just became like that in an instant.

He was thinking, how much it would hurt.

The door of the "Ding ......" operating room was opened, and the doctor in the surgical gown walked out with a mask.

"Doctor, how are the people inside? Is he alive? ”

"The knife is just a little bit away from the heart." The doctor took off his mask, paused, and continued.

"The injuries are serious, I'm afraid...... Can't live. ”