When the mother Ziyi's face was pressed into the basin, Qiao Chuyi's hands began to tremble.
She looked back again.
"I...I have no choice...my parents are in their hands..." She said to the empty back, "I can't let them die..."
At this time, she looked at the laptop screen aside. Cole asked her to keep the laptop facing her, and then asked them to supervise her painting.
"What are you looking at!" the masked man at the other end of the video said impatiently: "What are you pretending to be? Talking to the air? Do you want to die?"
Finally, Qiao Chuyi suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.
"Please, please let me go. If I draw the dead mother Ziyi at this time, I, I will die..."
The masked man saw this scene and immediately called Cole.
"She said she was going to die?"
"Yeah, what should we do?"
Cole thought for a long time.
Is now the time of last resort?
He quickly called Fang Han.
…
"She said she was going to die?"
Fang Han had already expected this result, and the apartment would definitely set up difficulty checks and balances.
"Or should we take a step back?" Cole suggested: "For example, making Ziyi blind, or breaking off one of her legs? In this way, the goal can be achieved."
"If you draw like this, it will also cause an imbalance in difficulty. In the final analysis, it is only a matter of time to draw the dead mother Ziyi. As long as there are clues about how to survive, Qiao Chu should be able to draw her to death and be allowed by the apartment."
"That?"
"Will she really die? I'm afraid, I have to test it."
At this moment, suddenly, the door was pushed open and Feng Zhiruo walked in.
"Let's do this." Fang Han finally made the decision: "Send one of her parents to see God."
Feng Zhiruo immediately rushed up, grabbed the phone, and said, "Fang, Fang Han, are you serious?"
Fang Han's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.
"Mother Ziyi must die. She only needs to perform the blood word one more time to complete ten blood words. Once she makes a wish, neither you nor I will have the possibility to survive."
"But we can't implicate innocent people?"
"Without killing someone, I can't test out the price Qiao Chuyi has to pay for painting his dead mother in purple clothes." Fang Han grabbed Feng Zhiruo's shoulders and shouted, "I'm doing it for us, Zhiruo! I've had enough of that time.
A hellish life in an apartment where you live in constant fear of death! Cole, do it! Do you hear me?"
"No, you are not doing it for us."
Feng Zhiruo said coldly: "You are doing it for yourself."
Cole was in a bit of a dilemma for a while. The boss and his wife had a quarrel. Should he kill them or not?
Although Fang Han gave the order now, he offended the landlady. After all, the landlady is closer to the boss. If he blows the pillow and wears small shoes for himself in the future, he will not have a good life.
Fang Han took a deep breath after listening to Zhiruo's words.
"Zhiruo, you know how I came to life back then... I had to deal with those evil spirits, and I also had to be wary of the mother Ziyi. I was always afraid, maybe one day I would be suddenly killed by her. Those days,
Every minute, every second, I spent in torment and despair! My only hope at that time was that after completing ten times of blood words, I could leave the apartment permanently! However, when I performed the ninth time of blood words,
At that time, I saw the first entrance to hell that opened! It turns out that even if I leave the apartment, I will still be chased by death!"
"But this is not a reason for you to kill innocent people, Fang Han! We are all music students. As musicians, how can we kill innocent people? We can also go to the Danube River in Vienna to...
"
"I have forgotten it a long time ago." Fang Han's face became colder a little bit: "Music can't save me, and it can't let me live. Killing innocent people? Yes, this is an unforgivable sin. But if others die, they will die more than us.
, it’s much, much, much better!”
Feng Zhiruo was stunned. She couldn't believe that Fang Han in front of her was the person she once loved deeply.
"Is Mo Yuan's death really an accident?" The light in her eyes began to fade away little by little, "He used to be the person who admired you the most. Even if he was trapped in hell, he would..."
"I never thought of killing him! This was really an accident!" Fang Han defended: "I had to kill Dong Xie and his mother Ziyi at that time! Dong Xie opened the third entrance to hell in order to save his sister, and I
He would not let me go if I killed his sister, even if he released his mother Ziyi... If Mo Yuan hadn't stopped Moore, he wouldn't have died! These are all the information I collected later, I didn't want to kill him at all
he……"
"So you don't want to sleep with Nie Han, right?"
Fang Han was stunned.
"Do you think I really can't notice it?" Feng Zhiruo pointed to his head: "At this time, women will transform into Sherlock Holmes. Do you know how I can tell? I know that all your purchases on her will be in cash.
Settlement, and you will carefully check your body and never leave any flaws. But you can't completely hide it from me. When I said this just now, the look in your eyes told me that I had no judgment.
mistake."
"Listen to me, Zhiruo, Nie Han...she is just me..."
"Nie Han has always liked you, I've seen it a long time ago. And you just used her to get information about the apartment, right? But in the process, you drove a car that doesn't lead to the kindergarten, right?"
Feng Zhiruo hung up the phone, and then...tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
"Fang Han, you must have a bottom line as a human being. Mo Yuan's death is enough. There are other ways to kill Ziyi. We don't have to kill people!"
Fang Han was silent for more than ten seconds.
"Give me the phone. Zhiruo. I must kill Mu Ziyi as soon as possible. Otherwise, if she figures out a way to break the protagonist's halo, maybe even the author won't be able to kill her. This woman must not be underestimated."
"Fang Han, you?"
"Give...me...otherwise, I will rob you."
At this time, Fang Han's face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water.
Since leaving the apartment, he has become a new bourgeois on Wall Street in the United States with huge wealth. The poor music student in the past has long been like an experience in his previous life. After becoming a member of the upper class, he has already
He is used to shouting and cheering, and one word can decide the life or death of others. If someone disobeys him, it is already a very distant thing to him.
"Are you serious? Fang Han?" Zhiruo couldn't believe that Fang Han would say that.
"Give me your phone. I'll give you one last chance."
Fang Han knew that he and Zhiruo would be doomed as soon as these words came out. But so what? Compared with love and life, of course the latter is more important! What's more, as long as the threat of the fifth entrance to hell is removed,
He no longer has to worry about the pursuit of death, and can continue to live the life of spending money and extravagant money! As long as he has money, what kind of woman does not have it? But if he dies, everything he has now will be in vain, even if he has it
No matter how much money you spend, it means nothing.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and slapped Feng Zhiruo hard!
Then, the phone immediately fell to the ground.
Fang Han quickly picked up his cell phone and dialed Cole's cell phone number.
"Cole, kill Qiao Chuyi's father immediately! Immediately!"
After shouting these words at the top of his lungs, he hung up the phone and looked at Feng Zhiruo, who was lying on the ground with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.
"I absolutely cannot die." Fang Han was already a little hysterical at this time, "I absolutely cannot die!"
…
Dong Xie looked at the mirror in front of him, and the shape of the blood gradually changed...
…
"boom!"
A bullet penetrated Qiao Chuyi's father's brain!
"No!" Qiao Chu's eyes were splitting with anger at the sight, and then, the masked man pointed at her mother's head.
"Draw your mother to death in purple clothes!" the masked man shouted: "Otherwise I will kill your mother as well!"
Qiao Chuyi was trembling all over. Finally, she sat back down and started drawing again.
…
Mu Ziyi's whole head was pushed into the water at this time, and she tried to struggle desperately, but Mu Xiang's strength was amazing, and she couldn't break free.
A large amount of water enters the nasal cavity, followed by the pain of suffocation!
…
Fang Han sat back on his seat, looked at Feng Zhiruo who was lying on the ground, and said: "That's right. I slept with Nie Han, so what? I won't marry her? On Wall Street, there is no one with my size of assets.
No one is without a mistress! If you want to separate from me, that's up to you, but you have to think clearly, I will find the best lawyer, and you can't even think of taking away a penny of my assets! In the United States, the law is
On the side of the rich! You..."
Fang Han wanted to say something else, but suddenly, he felt a pair of hands pinching his neck, and then...
Zhiruo raised his head and looked ahead.
"Um?"
She touched the blood on her mouth.
"What's going on...Why does my mouth hurt so much?"
