Huang Yiyi quickly put the rope around Ruyi's neck, walked behind her and pulled the rope fiercely. The rope around Ruyi's neck became tighter and tighter. Her mouthpiece was strangled and she couldn't breathe.
Huang Yiyi looked at the person in front of her rolling her eyes, sticking out her red tongue, and let out a burst of joyful laughter.
Ruyi's restrained body was squirming fiercely like a silkworm chrysalis, but the more she moved, the tighter the rope around her neck became. Her strength was gradually withdrawn, and her body seemed unable to move...
Ruyi's consciousness was very clear, but she couldn't control her hands and feet, and the feeling of suffocation gradually disappeared.
Yu Haisheng grabbed the rope from Huang Yiyi's hand and loosened it: "That's enough, stop! Don't cause any harm to anyone!"
Huang Yiyi stamped her feet and said, "Why, you feel sorry for her! I just strangled her twice!"
Yu Haisheng frowned and said: "I don't feel sorry for her, but I can't run away with you carrying a corpse. If we can't find her, the Deng family won't let it go. If we kill him, it doesn't matter to you or me."
I'm afraid the Yu family and the Huang family will be affected. She can't die... dragging her out is just to teach her a lesson."
Huang Yiyi snorted and stopped talking.
Ruyi felt Yu Haisheng touch her throat, stroking up and down with his soft hands to relieve the tension in her throat. It turned out that he had never thought of killing her...
He squeezed her like this, and Ruyi felt her body become lighter, and she actually left Deng Zishuang's body, floating like a ghost.
She wanted to float further, but found that her feet were stuck in Deng Zishuang's body and could not be pulled out, so she could only stand at Deng Zishuang's feet.
Ruyi doesn't understand, since Deng Zishuang was not killed by Yu Haisheng, then how did she become the lake demon...
Yu Haisheng pulled Huang Yiyi into the carriage and drove away, leaving Deng Zishuang's body by the Biluo Sea.
On a moonlit night on the lake, a painting boat occasionally passed by. It was euphemistically called a painting boat, but in fact it was a gimmick staged by a brothel in Ping'an City. The boat was filled with patrons and dancing girls who wanted to have fun.
The boat stopped by the lake, and a few drunk people got off the boat and landed on the shore. Some of them were cursing.
"It's all your fault. You insist on getting on the boat to do something new. From the beginning to the end, it's just girls dancing! You can't even touch it with your little hands!" one person said angrily.
Another person exclaimed: "Oh, those girls are not good at dancing! They are all so handsome, and their waists are so thin! They feel comfortable just looking at them!"
"Just looking at it is useless! But we can't do anything! It makes me feel so uncomfortable!"
"Hey, it's a little late today, why not go back and rest, brother, I promise you, I will accompany you to vent your anger tomorrow night!"
"That's pretty much it!"
These people walked over to Ruyi while talking. Ruyi felt that these people's voices were quite familiar, as if they had heard them somewhere.
"Ah! Oh my god!" The three of them were walking side by side, and one of them tripped over Deng Zishuang's body and fell flat on his face.
The two men helped him up and laughed at him: "You can't do it, can't you? You've had a few glasses of wine and you can't even stand still! You're like this, why do you still think about that?"
"Get out of here!" the man who tripped cursed, "I tripped and fell! There is something there!"
"What is it?"
The three people looked at the ground and saw a woman lying on the ground.