In the dark and damp basement, the cold wind gusted, and bursts of wails came.

"Young master, I was wrong, I was wrong!" The man who was still majestic just now was paralyzed on the ground like a broken puppet.

Crimson blood trickled from beneath him, and in a moment it was smeared with a large patch.

The man in the chair was playing with a knife in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold light as it turned.

When the man heard his words, he stopped his movements, leaned one arm against the arm of the chair, supported his chin with the palm of his hand, and asked with interest, "Oh? Do you know what's wrong? Then tell Young Master Ben, what did you do wrong? ”

"I ...... I ............" The man was completely nonsense, and he didn't know what he was wrong with, and he was immediately stopped by his question.

The man's hand in the chair moved slightly, and he said nonchalantly: "Go on!" ”

Several sturdy men behind him stepped forward for another period of torture, and the men on the ground only felt that it was difficult to breathe, as if the bones in his body were broken, and he was weak even when he spoke.

"Young master, I shouldn't be unreasonable to Miss, just spare me!" The man only felt that he was going to die this time, and he even had such a perfunctory excuse to get away with it.

But he couldn't find anything else.

Unexpectedly, the man in the chair nodded and echoed him: "It seems that you are indeed wrong!" ”

As he spoke, he stood up suddenly, and the knife came out of his hand, stabbing straight into the center of the back of the man's hand on the ground.

"Ahh The man let out a heart-rending scream, which made several men beside him a little unbearable.

The man turned around, but the fluttering words decided a person's life and death: "Since you know that you are wrong, then accept the punishment!" ”

Even if a few subordinates couldn't bear it, they had to carry out the order, "Brother, I'm sorry!" ”

The man was so frightened that he was not afraid when he died, and blurted out the words of resentment and curse: "Xu Junsheng, I curse you not to die well, and everyone will betray and leave!"

Xu Junsheng's footsteps paused and returned to normal.

Hehe, there are more people in this world who hate him and want him to die well, but he is not alive and well?

People, only strong can only hold their own destiny in their hands, pin their hopes on God, and be naïve as a joke.

When several subordinates heard his words, they couldn't bear him anymore.

Damn, he doesn't want to die, how many of their brothers still want it!

Afraid that Xu Junsheng would be angry, several people hurriedly dealt with the man.

The sun shone on his body, and Xu Junsheng was a little less cold and a little more popular.

The wind blew gently, blowing away the bloody gas on his body, and Xu Junsheng hooked the corners of his lips with satisfaction.

He hated the smell of blood, but he had to stain it.

As strong as he is, there are also bodies that can't help themselves.

"Let's go!" He lifted his feet, his subordinates followed, and the words dissipated into the air.

Shu Wan was depressed for a while, then regained his spirits, observed the terrain behind the curtain, and thought about how to escape, when suddenly a figure came into view.

She was slightly stunned, then turned and ran downstairs.

What does Xu Junsheng want to do to her, she must ask clearly.

However, when she ran downstairs, there was no one to be seen.

Could it be that she was overthinking and dazzled?

Shu Wan wondered if he had seen the vision.

However, she still didn't give up, and ran to the gate of the courtyard to ask the bodyguard: "Did Xu Junsheng come just now?" ”

"I'm sorry, miss, but I don't have anything to say."

The bodyguard replied mechanically.

Shu Wan knew that she couldn't ask anything again, so she simply gave up, and she didn't even notice that the person who was guarding the door for a while had changed someone.