"Ah! You bitch!"

The old man suddenly pushed her away. Lin Huahua took a few steps back, hit the wall and fainted.

The four White Tiger brothers' eyes were bloodshot, but they could not move, and could only make "wuwuwu" sounds with their mouths.

The old man glanced at his bleeding hand, shook it off, and roared at Mrs. Wang: "What are you still standing there for? Come and help!"

So the two of them covered her head tightly with a quilt.

When she was about to suffocate, she suddenly regained feeling in her left hand fingers and her head began to hurt uncontrollably.

Tang Youyou was overjoyed: Maybe I won't die.

He clenched his left hand into a fist and swung it upwards.

"Bang!"

"Ah!" A wailing sound rang out.

At the same time, the quilt on my head loosened half its grip.

Seeing this, the old man was horrified and his hands became a little flustered. He pressed her left hand with one hand.

He caught a glimpse of a few men and shouted angrily, "Come over and help! Knock them out first! If you can't deliver today, you won't have a good ending!"

The men looked at each other with some impatience in their eyes.

"Old Bai, we are here to carry away corpses, not to kill people!"

His face flushed red, and he was unable to argue, so he could only increase the strength of his hands.

However, Tang Youyou was controlling her body bit by bit, and after just a few breaths, her right hand was able to move.

"Bang!" The old man in white was hit by a punch and took a few steps back with some effort.

Tang Youyou sat up suddenly and took a deep breath of fresh air.

After a moment, he looked around the room and pointed at the men: "Let...let them go, otherwise..."

She got out of bed, rubbed her neck, pinched her fingers, and heard the sound of bones crackling.

Several men swallowed their saliva. They thought that this person, who even the God of Hell was afraid to take away, might have some evil nature. They let go of the child at the same time and ran out.