The black butterfly is still lying quietly on the ground.
Until he died, Jiang Di's eyes were still wide open in fear, looking at the lifeless butterfly from a distance.
"It wasn't you who killed Jiang Di." Zhou Ming stood next to Jiang Di's body and looked at the butterfly.
Zhang Yujie asked suspiciously: "What is that?" Apparently he also noticed this strange phenomenon. Ever since the butterfly fell in front of Jiang Di's eyes, he seemed to have completely lost his will to fight.
"I will tell you the legend about the black butterfly later." Although Zhou Ming knew the inside story, he still had an incredible expression on his face. He probably didn't expect Jiang Di to be so afraid of the black butterfly that he had a mental breakdown.[
"Now, turn on all the lights in the warehouse." Zhou Ming looked around. He really wanted to see who this legendary "Black Butterfly" was, maybe an organization? "Also, Song Ying
Where have you gone?"
The lights were all on, illuminating the abandoned warehouse as if it were daytime. With the remaining impressions from before, everyone looked at the place where Song Ying might be hiding, and couldn't help but be shocked. It was an I-beam beam that stretched across the sky.
But now it's completely empty, not even a ghost in sight.
"She should be fine." Zhou Ming said intuitively: "Let's go back first." Then he called Chatting and told him the news of Jiang Di's death, and asked him to send someone here to handle the funeral affairs and pass the news along the way.
spread out.
Because Zhou Ming was too seriously injured, Zhang Yujie drove everyone to the Fight Club in Wutang. So far, there is really no safer place than here. This was Zhang Yujie's first time driving, and Zhou Ming just gave a few pointers. Zhang Yujie
He shouted that there was no problem, and the drive along the way was extremely thrilling, crashing into several stop signs and telephone poles one after another. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the Fight Club safely.
The fat and thin security guard opened his mouth wide when he saw the tattered Mercedes-Benz parked at the door. Then he saw Zhou Ming, who was still bleeding from his chest, getting out of the car, and then he ran over in panic to greet him.
"Master, what's going on?" The fat security guard supported Zhou Ming with one arm.
"Jiang Di is dead." Zhou Ming gasped: "Zhang Yujie killed him. I need healing now. Help me up quickly and find a rest room for them."