I was just about to say a few polite words.

Yan Mosheng's figure suddenly appeared in front of Song Jinshu.

"Nice to meet you."

Two men shaking hands.

Excited netizens looked at this and that, with comments flying everywhere, saying something like "A Shura Field".

Song Jinshu frowned, thinking they were talking nonsense.

Just wanted to close the live broadcast barrage.

I actually received a call request for a live broadcast for the second time.

"Song Jinshu!"

This time, it was still Chi Wanyin.

But this time, her condition was worse than before.

The ghost face spider pattern on the forehead became incomplete.

The white eyeballs were streaked with red.

Even through the screen, Song Jinshu could see that her vitality was rapidly fading.

"Chi Wanyin."

This time, Song Jinshu did not give Chi Wanyin another chance to talk.

A blunt opening warning.

"Absorbing other people's luck."

"Actively fuse evil things."

"Are you sure that you can get what you want by cooperating with the organization behind you?"

"Instead of becoming something inhuman."

"Even, even the inhuman and ghost can't do it."

"After being used, are we just going to throw it away like a rag?"

"hehe."

Chi Wanyin sneered.

I am clearly that kind of person, but I don’t know where I get the courage from.

He thinks he is higher than the sky.

"Don't stir up trouble here!"

"The organization said, if I kill you, I can get whatever I want."

"You can do whatever you want."

"What do you mean by use and abandonment?"

"Those are things that incompetent people like you would worry about."

"Someone like me who was a kid could successfully take your place."

"How could a darling who could play your family around even when she grew up end up in the situation you described?"

She was sure that Song Jinshu was afraid.

There was even a smug look on his face.

"Song Jinshu, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"If you're willing, kneel down and beg for mercy now."

"I'd rather let you and them go for once."

While talking.

The camera flips.

Song Jinshu only saw that on the steel pillar opposite Chi Wanyin, there were densely packed, more than a hundred people hanging.

"Besides, all of this, where are your fans?"