Just when Song Xiling thought she and Xu Zicheng ended, Xu Zicheng brought Ouyang Rujing to see her. It was also from then on that time that she knew that such a marriage was just a cover for the two families to see the elders and outsiders of the two families. That night, Xu Zicheng confessed to Song Xiling. Under Ouyang Rujing's witness, the two promised each other for the rest of their lives.

"I want to know that day is the last time, and even death will not let him leave."

Song Xiling was already crying, and Wang Chao took the man into his arms, patted her back lightly, and comforted him silently.

After a long time, Song Xiling calmed down and wiped away the tears from her face and said, "Although we didn't have the chance to meet, we have always been in touch. It was a bit wrong for him to come back from Zhongzhou. He always said that someone followed him, and there were a lot of things in the company. I asked him, but he didn't say that this chain was our love thing, and I accidentally discovered something inside."

"Also, this is the last message he sent to me. You may understand it after reading it."

Song Xiling took out his cell phone, and there was only one person's number on it.

Wang Chao turned to the last message, which was a string of numbers, with capital wq starting with, and his name abbreviation at the beginning, which was the message given to him.

"When I found something wrong with him, I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I asked someone to follow him secretly. On the night of the accident, the Xu family held a cocktail party in a bar next to Jiaziyuan and invited many distinguished guests."

After saying that, Song Xiling got up, walked into the bedroom and stayed for a moment and came out with a bag, "This is the photo taken that night, and some information I cut off from the Internet, to see if there is anything that will be helpful to you."

Wang Chao put away his bag, looked at the time, and stood up, "Don't use your phone again in the near future, nor do you contact anyone. I will ask Han Ping to send someone over and don't go anywhere."

Song Xiling nodded. She was not stupid and naturally understood what Wang Chao said, but she was too worried about Xu Zicheng.

"He will be fine, right?" Song Xiling grabbed Wang Chao's hand, his eyes full of tears, "You promise me that he will be fine."

Wang Chao couldn't bear to refuse Song Xiling, so he touched her head, "Do you still remember our previous contact information?"

"I'll wait for your news."

Song Xiling's eyes lit up, she knew that the man in front of her would not lie to her.

Wang Chao took a shuttle bus and left the botanical garden. When he returned to the hotel, it was completely dark.

The old man still sat cross-legged on the carpet as he left. If it weren't for the used lunch boxes on the table, Wang Chao would have thought that the old man had become an immortal.

Hearing the movement, the old man opened his eyes.

"Mr. Dongfang, sorry, I'm late to come back." Wang Chao was extremely respectful to the old man. After saluting, he sat down in front of him.

"You should call me old man. I have abandoned the surname Dongfang for a long time."

After the old man stopped his power, he stood up, walked to the side and came back with a cloth bag, and taught Wang Chao. "This is the utensil I used when I was traveling to practice medicine a long time ago. Take this one over."

Wang Chao did not understand the old man's meaning for a moment, but saw that the old man had no intention of stopping, so he took the cloth bag.

"I've seen the wound on the neck of the man who was locked in the back mountain. Although he was a little confused, he still did a trick." The old man bluntly pointed out the secret hidden by Wang Chao, "You are not an ordinary businessman, you are a killer. The knife in your hand is not used to save people, but to kill people. Your understanding of the human body is not inferior to that of the old man."

"I'm ashamed."

Wang Chao could hear that the old man had no sneer in his words, "As the leader of the Four Saints, you are not afraid to boast about yourself in front of you again."

"Mr. Wang, I'm humble." The old man did not continue following the topic just now, but let Wang Chao leave alone.

Late at night, Wang Chao drove to the industrial park, followed yesterday's road to the warehouse, and turned over and entered the wall.

Seeing that Wang Chao was the only one, Chen Letian looked lonely and gloomy. "He is already in a coma and cannot recognize anyone."

Wang Chao nodded and walked into the iron door, "Close the door, have the windows installed on board?"

"All done as you said, don't worry, even the crack in the door underneath is stuffed with cloth strips, and it won't be able to penetrate the light."

"Okay, let's start!"

Wang Chao took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the cloth bag. "You come and be my deputy."

"Wait a minute! Are you going to have the surgery? This..." Chen Letian stared at Wang Chao in disbelief. He had never heard of this famous gangster in Jiangcheng, and no one would be cured.

Wang Chao had indeed expressed such an expression, "Don't worry, I won't joke about human life."

Xu Zicheng's condition is as unoptimistic as Chen Letian said. The wound is rotting on a large scale, inflammation causes high fever, and symptoms of failure. With his current appearance, he may not be sent to the hospital...

Wang Chao's heart trembled at the confused Xu Zicheng. He killed countless people and never felt warm in the face of dead people, but now, he suddenly hated death.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Chao opened his mobile phone to connect with the old man and described Xu Zicheng's situation in the shortest way.

After hearing this, the old man fell silent, and Wang Chao's heart also hangs.

In this world, if the Medicine Saint cannot save someone, there is no possibility that there will be another person who can save him.

After a long time, the old man sighed, "Cut off the carrion and apply evenly with the powder from the black medicine jar."

Wang Chao responded and according to the old man's instructions, he picked out a thin blade. The knife only has a blade but no handle. The blade is seven inches long and one finger wide. The person with a big hand can't hold it at all.

When Wang Chao picked up the blade, he became nervous. If Xiucheng's fingers wanted to hold the blade firmly, he had to hold most of the blade body. Not to mention cutting flesh, it was difficult to cut vegetables.

Wang Chao raised his eyebrows and competed with the blade without admitting his defeat. He was a knife player, and he could pinch all kinds of knives with ease. This blade was not the shortest knife he had ever seen. As long as he found the fit between the fingers and the blade, he could control the blade.

So, what Chen Letian saw was Wang Chao playing with a very short knife in his palm. He wanted to speak several times, but he finally endured it and waited quietly by the side, guessing the identity of the old man in the video in his heart.

While thinking, Wang Chao had already taken the knife

Three fingers pressed the scarred flesh and with one knife, the pieces of carrion were cut off. The speed was so fast that Chen Letian was shocked. He opened his mouth wide and did not dare to blink.

When the second knife fell, he brought up some blood beads. Wang Chao shouted, and Chen Letian reacted and immediately found the black jar from the cloth bag.

As soon as the bottle cap opened, a fishy smell came to my nose.

"What's this thing? Why does it smell so bad?"
Chapter completed!