He could clearly hear his heart, beating rapidly and powerfully. Countless cold sweats broke out on his palms. He wanted to see if Uncle Yan was dead, but he couldn't move at all.
He was so scared, so scared. "Uncle Yan...Uncle Yan...Uncle Yan..."
"Let's go and see if he is dead." Hearing the sound outside the door, he quickly hid in the hole.
Expose one eye and watch every move above.
Two men came to his side and kicked him mercilessly. "Gouzi, you think he should be dead like this!"
"Whether he's dead or not, he'll definitely be dead after a few more stabs."
As he spoke, without blinking, the knife in his hand stabbed him in the chest.
The moment he pulled it out, blood splattered all over his face. When he pulled it out, he quickly applied a few more cuts.
Musheng's eyes were filled with tears of fear, and he covered his mouth with his hands.
After several people made countless cuts, they left with satisfaction.
Musheng saw that the man had been walking for a long time, and then he walked out of the cave. He still held a bunch of banknotes stained with blood in his hand, and he laboriously moved him into the cave.
Inside, he fixed the entrance to the cave and looked at his cold body. He cried silently with tears, whether from fear or sadness. He did not dare to cry out for fear that the Naxi people would turn around if they heard him.
I could only cover my mouth with my hands, and my helpless sobs made the entire narrow and dark passage even more eerie and terrifying.
Mu Xiaoran, who was far away in Dubai, suddenly heard the crying of several people and suddenly panicked.
"Fu'er, Mengmeng, Ruo'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Mommy, brother is scared, brother is so scared." The tears on Mengmeng's face made people feel heartbroken.
Musheng is afraid???What happened to make him afraid?
She couldn't stand upright and suddenly sat down on the ground. At this time, the phone rang.
She answered the phone like a ghost. Mi Xizhe's elegant and magnetic voice was on the phone. "Xiaoran, we already have clues, but..."
"Got a clue? Really? I'll be there right away."
Listening to her sudden voice of hope amid despair, he pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Wait a minute, Xiaoran. Our street light camera shows that he was sent to the dock. The ship has already left for three or four days."
She was sent to the dock and taken away??? This was undoubtedly a death sentence for her. Where else could she find her in the vast sea of people except at the border of Dubai.
"Who took it away?"
"Yes... you better not know, I will let the police give you a satisfactory result."
The more he behaved like this, the more suspicious she became. "Tell me, who took him away."
"It's...Miss Lin Xiqi."
Lin Xiqi, those three words echoed in her ears like magic sounds. She is his wife, she must have ordered it!
At this moment, her heart was completely blinded by hatred, and she could think of everything that was done under their orders.
Mi Xizhe didn't hear her voice for a long time, so he asked again worriedly. "Xiaoran, Xiaoran, how are you?"
"It's okay, I understand."
Mi Xizhe listened to the beeping in his ears, and the last emotionless words made him panic.
Lin Xiyun opened the door and came in. What she saw was Mu Xiaoran sitting on the floor like a soulless person, while several children were crying heartbrokenly.
He immediately put down what he was holding and tried to help her up from where she was.
"Xiao Ran, get up quickly. Why are you sitting on the floor?"