Ye Zhilu trembled and helped Wu Qihua wipe away the blood stains on his face, which was still warm and hot.

The blood on his face could not be wiped clean, but her hands were stained bright red.

"Uncle Wu is fine, it's okay...... I'll take you to the hospital right away! ”

Ye Zhiqi tried hard several times, but she couldn't pick up Wu Qihua, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Wu Qihua was paralyzed to the ground like a puddle of dead mud, he couldn't speak, he couldn't tell her what had just happened, what he had encountered that made him like this.

With Ye Zhiqi's strength alone, she had no choice but to shout outside with a hoarse voice.

The fierce cheers on the other side of the champagne platform had already overshadowed Ye Zhiyi's cry for help.

This looming despair is maddening!

She took out her mobile phone with shaking hands and wanted to dial 120, but Wu Qihua grabbed her hand with all his strength and stuffed a hard and cold thing into her palm.

Wu Qihua stared hard with his eyes open and his mouth open, and with great difficulty, two relatively clear words overflowed from his throat: "Kill...... Kill me......"

Ye Zhiyu hurriedly lowered his head and put his ear on Wu Qihua's mouth.

When he said those two words, there was no follow-up.

"Uncle Wu, you say, I'll listen."

Even the sound of weak breathing was still in my ears, let alone clear words.

"Uncle Wu......" she called softly.

"Uncle Wu?" Still not believing in their own conjectures.

Ye Zhilu slowly straightened his back, and saw Wu Qihua under him, staring at his eyes and opening his mouth, without any movement.

Ye Zhiwei's heart felt like he had been hit hard by something.

Ye Zhilu trembled and helped Wu Qihua wipe away the blood stains on his face, which was still warm and hot.

The blood on his face could not be wiped clean, but her hands were stained bright red.

"Uncle Wu is fine, it's okay...... I'll take you to the hospital right away! ”

Ye Zhiqi tried hard several times, but she couldn't pick up Wu Qihua, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Wu Qihua was paralyzed to the ground like a puddle of dead mud, he couldn't speak, he couldn't tell her what had just happened, what he had encountered that made him like this.

With Ye Zhiqi's strength alone, she had no choice but to shout outside with a hoarse voice.

The fierce cheers on the other side of the champagne platform had already overshadowed Ye Zhiyi's cry for help.

This looming despair is maddening!

She took out her mobile phone with shaking hands and wanted to dial 120, but Wu Qihua grabbed her hand with all his strength and stuffed a hard and cold thing into her palm.

Wu Qihua stared hard with his eyes open and his mouth open, and with great difficulty, two relatively clear words overflowed from his throat: "Kill...... Kill me......"

Ye Zhiyu hurriedly lowered his head and put his ear on Wu Qihua's mouth.

When he said those two words, there was no follow-up.

"Uncle Wu, you say, I'll listen."

Even the sound of weak breathing was still in my ears, let alone clear words.

"Uncle Wu......" she called softly.

"Uncle Wu?" Still not believing in their own conjectures.

Ye Zhilu slowly straightened his back, and saw Wu Qihua under him, staring at his eyes and opening his mouth, without any movement.

Ye Zhiwei's heart felt like he had been hit hard by something.