"Husband, I will. I will hold on until Yaoyao and the others come back. You go downstairs and wait for me. I will come in a moment. I will always love you." Yaoyao's mother kissed him.
"Brother Ying, everything has been solved." Ying stood at the door of Yaoyao's house, waiting for the others.
"Well, that's good." Ying said with satisfaction.
"But Brother Ying..." the man stuttered, a little embarrassed.
"But what? Say." Ying said a little impatiently.
"Yes, it seems that there are two missing people from the list of those who died." The younger brother said in a trembling voice, fearing that Ying would kill him in anger.
"Which two?" Ying frowned, his tone a little fierce.
"Meng...Mengzhiyao, Mengzhi...zhixue." After hearing Ying's tone, the boy was so frightened that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered,
"Fan Tong, where are those two people? Find them for me." Ying became angry and roared.
"Brother Ying, no...no...that's not the case. It's because I haven't seen those two people from the beginning to the end." The younger brother said still very scared,
"Damn it, you guys wait here, I'll go back first." Ying ordered fiercely,
"Yes, Brother Ying, please walk slowly." The younger brother took a breath and finally let go of his fearful heart.
After Ying left, the younger brothers kept waiting there, like trying to make up for the lost time.
Seeing that the night was approaching, they still did not appear.
Yaoyao's mother was lying on the floor at home waiting for the two sisters to come back. As time went by, her lips gradually turned from rosy to white, and the rosy face also gradually turned white. The bleeding did not stop and continued to flow.