Someone was banging the iron door, and there were several men shouting and invective. He Yao didn't care, and after a long time, the knocking on the door still didn't stop. The sound insulation is not good, but Yi Wushuang doesn't seem to hear it. Listening to the sound of the water, it seems that he has just started to take a bath.

When they saw that no one opened the door, the man who took the lead threatened loudly into the house: "Yi Wushuang, when will your father pay the money he owes?" Don't think it's okay if you don't open the door, I know you're inside, open the door quickly! ”

The knocking on the door was intermittent, and the landlord could hear the movement even if he lived upstairs. You don't have to guess that it's those bastards who are looking for the girl downstairs to collect debts. Listening to the movement getting louder and louder, I had no choice but to put on a random dress and went downstairs to talk about them.

Picked up the big key on the bedside and went downstairs.

"What's the noise in the morning, should we sleep?"

"This dead girl owes money and doesn't pay it back, so she won't open the door now."

The landlord sighed, in order not to disturb the other residents. If this continues, others will think that I have messed with someone, and no one will dare to rent it.

"I know, I know." After rummaging through the big key for a while, he turned over the key to Yi Wushuang's house and opened the door. Seeing a few men go in aggressively, he hurried back upstairs.

Several men entered the house and saw He Yao sleeping on the sofa, but they didn't see Yi Wushuang.

One of the men walked over and kicked the sofa, grabbed the collar of He Yao's hospital gown, and scolded with a grin: "What about the dead girl? ”

He Yao opened his eyes, looked at the man in front of him with a meaty face, and let him pull his collar: "I don't know." ”

The man's fat and greasy fingers touched He Yao's neck, and He Yao instantly stretched out his foot like an electric shock and hit the man's vital point.

"Ahh The man screamed in pain, let go of He Yao, and tightly covered his lower body.

Yi Wushuang listened to the movement outside, hid in the dim bathroom and clutched the bath towel tightly, pursed his lips and didn't dare to make a sound.

What to do...... Save me.

"Stinky boy, Lao Tzu's temper is not going to kill you today, my name is written backwards!" The man pointed at He Yao's nose with a fierce face and scolded. His eyes were squinted and his face was oily all the time.

He Yao felt sick to his stomach for a while, took off his hospital gown and crumpled it into a ball, and vigorously wiped the place touched by the man, disgust written on his face.

The man was just about to make a move when he was stopped by several other men, and the man who took the lead spat and scolded: "What are you talking about with this little kid, we are here to beg for money, and if you cripple the police, you will have to pay for it and go to jail." ”

The fat man was furious, pushed the man in the lead away, and rushed up to beat He Yao.

He Yao didn't hide, just stood and waited for the man's fist to come over. The moment the fist hit, He Yao caught the man's fist, twisted the man's arm, and threw the man into the closet behind him.

He Yao's body was still very weak, and after throwing the man to the closet, he was a little unsteady and almost fell.

"Let go of me!!" The two men grabbed Yi Wushuang's hands and dragged Yi Wushuang out of the bathroom. Yi Wushuang kicked his feet and clutched the bath towel on his body. With red eyes, he sent a silent cry for help to He Yao, "Help me." ”

He Yao didn't look at Yi Wushuang at all, just wiped the place on his body that was touched by the fat man. It seems that there is no intention to save Yi Wushuang.

What a person who can't be saved when he dies...... Yi Wushuang thought that he had planned to kill me, and he had saved his own strength.

"The stinky girl owes money and is so wild." One of the men was pulling her hair. Yi Wushuang struggled hard, bit hard at the man's hand, stood up, raised his foot and kicked at the other man. Pull the bath towel up a little and hurriedly run to He Yao's side.

He Yao glanced at him, Yi Wushuang grabbed his arm tightly and hid behind him, his eyes full of helplessness. He Yao didn't shake off Yi Wushuang's hand, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the door.

"My ancestors, why did you come here and don't tell me, I'm worried about death." The man at the door picked out his glasses and looked at He Yao with a smile on his face.