At this moment, a group of gangsters who had just come out of the nightclub were passing by, laughing and joking. They looked very high and looked like they were on drugs.
"Hey, there is a dead body in the dark alley." One of the gangsters found a person lying down in the dark alley.
"Go and have a look." The sober gangster immediately went in, turned his body over, and checked his condition. When he found that he was just drunk, he immediately said loudly: "He is not a salty fish, he is still alive."
At this time, a flash of lightning flashed, and someone recognized his appearance and immediately said excitedly: "He is Duanmu Xiu."
The man immediately dragged him under the street lamp. Sure enough, he found it was him, and immediately shouted excitedly: "He is the one who killed our boss and took our territory. We want to avenge the boss."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's fists and kicks immediately fell on Duanmu Xiu like raindrops, each blow containing the anger of hatred and harshness.
Within a moment, Duanmu Xiu was beaten to the point of dying. He felt the pain on his body, but he did not resist or fight back. He just closed his eyes and let their fists and feet fall on him. If he could see it this way,
She, let him perish.
"Beat him to death and avenge the boss." Everyone became more and more excited as they fought. Each punch was harder than the other, and each kick was harder than the last. They all wanted to beat him to death passionately.
The heavy rain still showed no sign of slowing down, with thunder and lightning, and bright red blood mixed with the rainwater and flowing in the waterways.
I don't know when, a slender figure suddenly appeared behind them. She was wearing a fair and flowing white dress, and her long black hair was flying in the night wind. She was holding a white and transparent umbrella in her hand. Thunder and lightning flashed,
There was something indescribably strange about her pale and silent face.
"There's a ghost..." Suddenly someone shouted. Everyone turned around and saw her pale and bloodless face. They were shocked. Anyone who has ever had a holiday with Duanmu Xiu knows that in two years,
Not long ago, his wife passed away due to a car accident. She had made a public appearance in the media. After everyone saw her appearance clearly, they were almost scared out of their wits. They no longer cared about Duanmu Xiu and left quickly, fearing that they would be chased by ghosts.
Xiahou Xiyue was not far away holding an umbrella, looking at the group of gangsters running for their lives like they were desperate. There was no expression on her face. Her eyes fell on the man who fell motionless on the ground. She walked slowly
Go over and squat down next to him.
He was beaten so badly that his whole body was covered in scars, which was shocking. His white shirt was almost stained red with blood. He lay there motionless, no different from a dead body.
She stretched out her hand to push the hair away from his face, and looked at the handsome face that was bruised and swollen from the beating, but could not conceal it. Her eyes dimmed for a moment, and she slowly retracted her hand. She was about to stand up
As he stood up to leave, his wrist suddenly tightened.
"Wife, don't go, I finally see you...Wife...don't leave me..." He saw her, he finally saw her, he must be dead, Duanmu Xiu held her tightly
His wrist, which was bruised and swollen, slightly opened a slit. Although his vision was blurry, he recognized it at a glance. It was her. She must have come to pick him up. The faint and familiar fragrance mixed with the
