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? In the past two days, guests came to the old couple's house last night, a man and a woman, both in their early thirties. The man's face was sallow and sick, but the fleeting light in his eyes was always there.

It no longer proves that he is an ancient warrior.

The woman wears a bun on her head, her eyes are like paint, her lips are red and her teeth are white, her cheeks are as round as silver plates with a faint blush, and her skin is so white that it looks like you can pinch juice out of it. She looks like a pretty young woman who is like a disaster.

The young woman's red lips were soft and her voice was like a pearl falling on a plate: "Brother, why don't we go to Jiangcheng to find those two secular people? We can also go to the big city to have fun. There is no point in waiting in this mountain nook."

The yellow-faced man raised the corner of his mouth and said, "The air in the big city is so polluted that I can't get used to it. If you want to wait for ten days and a half to go and play by yourself, I don't care."

The young woman's eyes flashed: "Are you serious? If you catch those two secular people, you will let me play with them for half a month?"

The yellow-faced man smiled sinisterly and said: "It's rare to come out, so I will tell the truth."

The young woman was overjoyed and said with a sweet smile: "Senior brother, will you come with me? I still have a few good sisters in the secular world. Why don't I introduce them to you? If you like them, I will definitely help you match them."

The yellow-faced man frowned and said, "No need. I'll wait for you here for half a month after accepting Zigang's order. This place is quite quiet and suitable for practicing martial arts."

Hey hey... Two dry coughs came from under his feet. The yellow-faced man turned to look at the old couple and said, "Go to the secret room and block his mouth, so that he won't be annoying with his moaning."

The old woman, with pale skin, hunched over, responded, then slowly walked to an old wooden desk in the south of the room, stretched out her skinny palm and pressed the corner of the desk, pushing it to the left.

Chacha——

There was a sound of the rotation of the machine shaft and gears, and the ground under the desk slowly moved sideways, revealing a square cave with a row of cement steps diagonally extending below. The dark inside was a bit scary.

The old woman bent down and walked down the stairs, and casually tapped the wall on the right. The light suddenly came on in the crypt. Inside was a long corridor dug manually. The walls and floors were paved with cement, but there was no painting.

There were six rooms on both sides, and the dry coughing sound came from the innermost room in the corridor, and now it had turned into a weak moan.

The old woman walked slowly to the door of the room with her back bent, opened the door and walked in.

Meng Shicheng's hands and feet were tied behind his back and he was curled up on the cold ground. His whole body was still shivering. His severed fingers were roughly bandaged and blood was still leaking out from time to time. He was so cold that even his lips were blue.

The old woman took out a roll of orange sealing tape from her pocket, pulled it forward and put a piece on Meng Shicheng's mouth. Then she turned and left. Her eyes were indifferent, as if she was plugging a hole in the wall.

Anything special.

Meng Shicheng, whose mouth was gagged, found it even more difficult to breathe. His chest beat twice like a bellows, and two lines of helpless tears fell from his eyes.

Yesterday afternoon, Meng Shicheng came out of his jewelry store and was about to go to the garage to pick up his car. Unexpectedly, a black shadow appeared behind him, and then he felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness from a daze, he saw a man and a woman standing in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back and he was thrown into a damp basement. Then the nightmare began.

The man with a sallow face like a zombie was playing with a dark dagger in his hand. To be precise, it must be a jade carving knife. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Meng Shicheng removed one finger, and the operation was clean and neat, and he didn't even feel much pain.

However, this was only the first step. Next, the pretty young woman made Meng Shicheng feel what it means to be as beautiful as a philanderer and as hearty as a snake. This vicious woman got a bag of salt from somewhere and poured it over slowly.

on his wound.

Adding salt to the wound, the pain cannot be described in words. Meng Shicheng instinctively opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but found that no sound came out at all. The boundless pain could not be vented. Poor Lao Meng could only open his mouth in vain, hurting.

His whole body was twitching, and he wanted to bite off his own flesh piece by piece.

The man watched this scene with an expressionless expression. He took out a rubber sleeve from somewhere and put the bloody finger in it, and then tied a knot at the open end.

The woman watched with interest as Meng Shicheng rolled and twitched on the ground, shaking the salt bag in his hand, and chuckled: "It's painful, isn't it? You can't stand it after only taking it so far?"

㊣(4) Meng Shicheng wanted to curse, but his eyes almost popped out, but no sound came out of his mouth. He didn't want to cry in front of this perverted bitch, but the tears of humiliation burst into his eyes uncontrollably.

out.

After struggling like this for nearly an hour, Meng Shicheng finally passed out, and the couple left in a hurry. From the beginning to the end, neither of them clearly explained why they kidnapped Meng Shicheng, nor did they ask any meaningful questions, as if they were the ones torturing people.

The greatest fun.

"Qingzi, it would be great if you were here..." Meng Shicheng was shouting in his heart. He knew that this pair of bad guys and men were definitely not ordinary kidnappers. Their purpose may not be to seek money. If this is the case, there is only one possibility. The Bai family

Sent for revenge.

Time passed by seconds, but it was so long for Meng Shicheng. He felt like a tied chicken waiting to be slaughtered. There was too much reluctance in his heart, wife, daughter, brother... Two lines of cold liquid

From the cheeks to the corners of the mouth, the taste of tears is salty but bitter!

The next day, another drizzle fell in the sky in Jiangcheng, making people feel inexplicably irritated. It was another ghostly weather with autumn wind and autumn rain that made people sad.

Xu Qing received a call from Tang Guobin very early. There was a direct flight to Tengchong at 10 o'clock. The ticket had been booked and they made an appointment to meet at the airport. When he arrived at the airport half an hour early, he was surprised to find that Mr. Tang was not here.

Here are A Luo and Abao.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Tang has something to do and can't come today. Here is the ticket..." A Luo took out a ticket from his arms and handed it to Xu Qing: "Mr. Tang asked us to accompany you to Tengchong."

Xu Qing took the ticket, frowned and asked, "Tell me what's going on?"

A Luo looked a little embarrassed and whispered: "Mr. Tang knew about Lao Meng's kidnapping, so he grounded the young master..."

Xu Qing smiled bitterly. Although this was unexpected, it was also reasonable. People have selfish motives after all. As the only heir of the Tang family, his father would naturally not allow him to put himself in danger. Perhaps in Tang Qingsheng's case,
Chapter completed!