In the dull corridor, Zhang Yujie sat expressionlessly on a chair. The wounds all over his body were still bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He could only clenched his fists tightly. Because of his ears
Next to him, there were bursts of screams from Ni Sihui. He had never known that a woman could be in such pain during childbirth. After all, what did the meat on his body that had been bitten off by tigers count?
He would rather be bitten by a tiger a hundred times, three hundred times, or five hundred times than Ni Sihui suffer any more pain.
He would rather not have this child. Zhang Yujie bit his lip, recalling his hasty decision when he had a child, and never thought about whether he had the ability to raise this child. Their life was still in a mess, what could they do to ensure the child's happiness?
Zhang Yujie thought a lot, and the screams of Ni Sihui in his ears gradually turned into hatred for the child. Without this child, where would the trouble today have come from?
So, if there are no children, there will be no children. As long as Ni Sihui can be safe and happy, he is willing to sacrifice everything.[
Just as he was thinking about it, someone's heavy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. There was nothing strange about the footsteps, but Zhang Yujie somehow heard great sadness in the footsteps, and even he felt faintly heartbroken. He
When he raised his head, he saw Zhou Mingzheng walking over with an old man covered in blood.
Zhang Yujie's legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, and every part of his body was shaking.
"Master is dead." Zhou Ming said, "He had seventy-eight stab wounds on his body, but the most fatal stab wound was on his chest."
Zhang Yujie felt that the world was about to collapse. Ni Sihui was still in an extremely dangerous situation, and Zhou Ming's revelation made everything worse.
"Who, who did this?" Zhang Yujie's eyes turned red, and his heavy breathing seemed to cover up the anger that was about to burst out.
"I didn't see the murder process, but who is the murderer? Do I still need to guess?" Zhou Ming leaned Qingyunzi's body against the corner, picked up a gourd, and threw it to Zhang Yujie: "This is what Master asked me to do before he died.
Leave it to you."
Zhang Yujie reached out to catch it, opened the lid, and a smell of wine wafted out. Zhang Yujie, who was in extreme sadness, had no time to think about why the master did this. He just put it away carefully, and then walked tremblingly to the master's body. He
Squatting down, he carefully examined the wounds, including the dagger stuck in his chest.