The further he went, there was a faint smell of blood coming from the cold air, and Mu Qian was startled and strode forward.

Looking for the smell of blood, he ran to the last cell, and suddenly let out a terrible scream: "Ah......hh

The two men were shocked, and immediately ran over, only to see that the last cell door was open.

And on the cold ground lay a man, his face covered in blood, and a bloodless white arm was still exposed......

Mu Qian helped the man up, and a sharp cry came out of his mouth: "Ah...... Yes...... Uh-huh......"

This state all shows that the man has no breath......

Nangong Jing's face was extremely dark, and the clenched fists were bursting out, showing the extreme anger in his heart.

The blood on Yan Rongliang's face faded, and he was so angry that he took a few deep breaths, then he strode inside, squatted down and began to check, looking at his bloodstained face.

Yingting's eyebrows and Jian Junxi's thick eyebrows seem to be carved out of a mold, which is inexplicably distressing.

took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and tried to help him dry the blood on his face, but the blood had already dried up......

Yan Rongliang's eyes turned red uncontrollably, and he choked up: "I'm sorry, blame me, I'm still a step late......"

"Ah...... Woo woo woo ...... "Mu Qian, who heard this, couldn't cry even more.

Completely unacceptable, grabbing his shoulders and shaking desperately, as if this was the only way to shake him back to life.

Yan Rongliang noticed that his eyelids were deep, and after opening his eyelids, his heart was even more like a knife.

Because one of his eyes had been gouged out, and he picked up the exposed half of his arm, pale and dry, with a lot of bruises and pinholes in the veins in the middle.

Is it poisoning?

"Ahh......hh......h

Yan Rongliang stiffened, could it be that someone drained all the blood in his body to death......

There seemed to be thorns in his heart, and then he thought of the man who had just undergone surgery above, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and roared: "Huangfu Zhiyuan, I must break your body into ten thousand pieces!" ”

"Woo woo woo ......" Mu Qian cried even more like a cry, and the desolate cry was like the saddest tune, which made Ruan Ji desperate when he listened to it.

For a moment, there was a strong sadness in the cold air.

Regret was like a fierce tide, growing rapidly in Nangong Jing's heart, and the fist that was released clenched and released again and again, repeated three times

He took a deep breath, adjusted his anger, and walked slowly inside, surveying the walls of the prison and lifting the almost foul-smelling quilt on the bed

Nothing was found, and the man handed a tissue in the air and said respectfully: "Lord, wipe your hands!" ”

Nangong Jing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and after taking it, he wiped his fingers while looking at Mu Chuge, who was already dead.

"Judging from the stiffness of the corpse and the corpse spots, the time of death did not exceed twelve hours, and it should have been a hand that moved in the early hours of the morning......"

Yan Rongliang said with a regretful face after checking it for a while.

Nangong Jing's anger was raging, especially when he saw the basin on the ground for eating, as if he was feeding a dog.

The whole person seemed to be possessed by the devil, and kicked the basin out with a fierce kick.

......The iron basin slammed against the wall, echoing in the silent and eerie basement.

"Woooooooooo......oo Ah......" Mu Qian hugged Mu Chuge and collapsed, as if the sky had fallen, and tears of grief couldn't stop sliding out of his eyes.

(End of chapter)