"Ah!" He pinched the little witch's neck tightly with his left hand, and his face burst out with blue veins, and he shouted in anger and unwillingly.

At this moment, she really wanted to cut the little witch's neck with one knife.

But the next moment, she let go of her hand dejectedly and dragged her body toward the door tremblingly.

While walking, he said, "If you were not a woman from Death, my left hand would definitely kill you without mercy!"

Death God? Liu Mang?

The little witch's eyes instantly burst into tears.

Suddenly, she stared at the departure left hand tightly and asked with a hissing: "What is the relationship between your right hand and you?"

The little witch's words made his left hand pause slightly.

"My name is left hand, right hand, my sister." Left hand whispered. There was a deep pain in my eyes.

She is a cold-blooded killer walking in the dark night. But facing the death of her right hand, she can no longer maintain the indifference of the killer.

younger sister?

These two words hurt the little witch's heart again.

At this moment, she finally understood. She finally understood that her left hand was so crazy about being strangled with the Blood Shadow.

She understood even more why Zuozhe wanted to kill her just now!

It turned out that the right hand was actually the left hand's sister.

"I'm sorry!" The little witch looked up slightly and looked at the back of her left hand.

"She...she just went to see the god of death!" Left hand smiled sadly and staggered away.

It was obviously the little witch's stupidity that killed her right hand, but she couldn't do anything to the little witch. Because the little witch is the woman of the god of death.

If the little witch was not a woman of death, she would definitely cut the little witch's throat with one knife.

Looking at the last silhouette of the back of his left hand, the little witch sat dejectedly on the ground.

She stared at the blood-red room, her mind full of the scene of her right hand being sprayed with blood shadows and blood.

She may never forget that scene.

"Ayou, Ayou..." the little witch kept murmuring these two words.

Gradually, the little witch's eyes became particularly cold and intimidating.

The next moment, she stood up with difficulty and prepared to walk out of the room.

But at this moment, her expression became extremely unnatural, and she felt hot and restless all over.

She knew it was the medicine that was sprayed with blood shadows to work again.

Just now, the medicine had already taken effect, but was suppressed by her tightly. In addition, due to the death of her right hand, she was greatly stimulated, and the medicine effect failed to make her lose her mind. But at this moment, after she calmed down slightly, the medicine power invaded again, and she could no longer suppress it.

"Xueying, wait for me, my little witch will definitely kill you!" The little witch gritted her teeth tightly, and a ferocious look appeared on her face. The next moment, she saw her grab a piece of glass from the corner of the wall and drew a thread on her arm. Blood flowed out instantly.

As the blood flowed out, she felt the heat in her body slowly fading.

She dragged her tired body step by step out of the bloody room.

As soon as he walked out of the room, dozens of police officers appeared in front of him. The police officer in charge looked at the little witch with caution and said coldly: "What's going on?"

"Can I make a call first?" The little witch looked straight at the policeman in the lead.

"What phone call?" the policeman in charge said in a voice.

"Call Chen Jiao from the Chen family in the capital." The little witch said coldly.

"The Chen family in the capital?" The policeman in charge changed his face and asked cautiously: "What is your relationship with the Chen family in the capital?"

"Chen Jiao and I are sisters!" the little witch said coldly.

sisters?

The policeman in charge changed his face again, and then took out his cell phone and handed it to the little witch.

After taking the phone, the little witch dialed Chen Jiao's phone number.

......

Half an hour later, the little witch came to the police station. She sat quietly in the police station, silent.

Her eyes were always staring at the clocks hanging on the wall.

Every minute she passed, her heart would feel a little painful.

Half an hour ago, she had asked the police station to organize people to salvage the body on her left hand, but it has not yet been fruitful.

She knew that her right hand might not be able to survive, but she still had hope of luck in her heart.

Half an hour...one hour...two hours...

After waiting for three hours, a policeman rushed into her office with sweat.

"Director Chen, how about it? Has the person been found?" Seeing the visitor, the little witch asked nervously.

"Miss Li, we searched hard, but we didn't find anyone. The only one we found was this..." The man, who was called Director Chen by the little witch, shook his head and said with difficulty. As he said, he took out an eight-inch short knife. The word "right" was engraved on the blade.

The little witch took the knife and grabbed it tightly in her palm. Then she slowly walked out of the police station.

"Miss Li, where are you going? Miss Chen Jiao will arrive soon." Seeing the little witch walking out, Director Chen asked quickly.

Just now, Chen Jiao had called him and told him to take good care of the little witch. So when he saw the little witch walking out, he was so nervous.

"Don't worry about me, I just want to go out for a walk!" The little witch didn't know how to head, and said softly.

Director Chen did not see the little witch's face. If he saw it, he would find that there was a hint of madness in the little witch's eyes.

Just going out for a walk?

Director Chen felt relieved.

After leaving the police station, the little witch did not walk around as she said, but instead left the county town in a black car.

It was not until an hour after the little witch left that Chen Jiao finally arrived.

"Director Chen, where is the little witch?" Chen Jiao asked immediately when she arrived at the police station.

"Ms. Li said he would go out for a walk, I think he should be back soon." Director Chen whispered.

"Send someone to find him quickly, I want to see him now!" Chen Jiao was a little angry and shouted in a low voice.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone vibrated.

She took out her cell phone and saw a message: "Sister Jiao, don't look for me anymore, I'm leaving."

Leaving?

When she saw the text message, Chen Jiao was slightly stunned. The next moment, her face changed drastically and she shouted at Director Chen: "Hurry, find someone for me quickly. Hurry!"

Chen Jiao's words shocked the entire Fengcheng.

However, no matter how they overturned the entire county town, they could find no trace of the little witch.

"Xue'er, where did you go?"

Chen Jiao squatted dejectedly on a street, and tears finally couldn't help but flowed down.

But at this moment, her cell phone rang again.

Two text messages appeared on the phone again.

"Liu Mang has passed away, and his right hand died because of me. I suffer every minute and every second. I want to go out for a walk..."

"Sister Jiao. After I leave, Liu Mang's father and I will ask you to take care of you. Don't worry!"

Don't worry?

Chen Jiao stared at her phone, feeling severe pain in her heart.

The little witch was suffering, but she was not suffering because of Liu Mang's death?

Chen Jiao held the cell phone in her hand tightly and quickly returned to the police station, then tracked the source of the information.

Soon, she found the source of the information signal on her mobile phone.

She thought that she could find the little witch with this signal, but she was wrong and she only found one mobile phone. And those messages were released regularly.

"Xue'er, where are you?" Looking at the phone I found, Chen Jiao looked up and suddenly felt confused.

......

"Little Witch, Little Witch, no, Little Witch..."

On a vast ocean, a broken boat flowed with the waves. Liu Mang and six others were lying quietly on the speedboat, as if they had died. Suddenly, Liu Mang seemed to have dreamed of something and shouted in horror.

While shouting, Liu Mang suddenly opened his eyes and realized that his body was soaked in cold sweat.

"I...How could I dream of the little witch being covered in blood? How could I have such a dream?" Liu Mang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a daze.

"Maybe I miss the little witch too much, right?" Liu Mang took a deep breath and smiled softly.

"Hmm? Now...when is it now?" Suddenly, a dazzling sunlight made Liu Mang narrow his eyes.

"Is it another night?" The dazzling sunshine made the man shout in disbelief.

Then, Liu Mang looked at Dr. Yang and the others beside him.

Dr. Yang and his men had their lips as chapped as tree bark, and they were lying on the speedboat without moving. So he shook each of them one by one and shouted loudly: "Dr. Yang, Demon Lord, Ghost, you guys, wake up."

"Die... Death, we... aren't we dead yet?" As Liu Mang shook his best, the five people finally woke up faintly.

"Cough cough, I... Old Man Yang is not dead yet!" Dr. Yang coughed violently, looking disbelief.
Chapter completed!