Chapter 205 Why Kill My Uncle?

Shen Yibai couldn’t believe it.

It turns out that what my uncle said before was true.

It was the first time he saw his mother's crazy side.

His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was terrifying, like a Shura who had just crawled out from underground, with his hands covered in blood.

He was scared.

Completely scared.

The words that Bo Wanhua said were full of illogical viciousness and arrogance that treated all lives as worthless.

Shen Yibai suddenly felt that that was not the mother he knew at all.

Shen Yibai's world seemed to have been bombed by someone, with bullets flying everywhere and fragments cutting through flesh and blood.

In an instant, his world was in tatters and unrecognizable.

He didn't know how long he stayed on the rooftop.

Until I saw a helicopter flying back to the rooftop.

He gradually came to his senses.

He stood up quickly.

"uncle……"

He thought Bo Jinxiu had returned.

He also suddenly thought of Jiang Ciyou jumping into the sea.

In an instant, the raging torrent in my heart froze into ice.

Nothing matters now.

The important thing is my sister.

Shen Yibai ran towards the plane.

To his disappointment, the person who came out of the plane was not Bo Jinxiu, but Gao Cen.

Shen Yibai quickly grabbed Gao Cen's arm: "Secretary Gao, where is your uncle? Has he found your sister? Is your sister still alive?"

Gao Cen's expression was also very solemn.

"I didn't find any, the typhoon had already arrived, and I had to turn back."

Shen Yibai took a few steps back.

Almost fell to the ground.

Suddenly he turned around.

Run out madly.

The first person Shen Yibai found was Xie Ming.

Only then did Xie Ming know that Jiang Ciyou and Bo Jinxiu were missing.

Shen Qingqing also fell into the sea, but fortunately she was rescued.

There were eight guests on the first day of recording.

As a result, on the last day of recording, only four were left.

There are still two people whose lives are unknown.

Xie Ming was also dumbfounded.

He can't bear this responsibility.

Because Jinghua Super Media is the major sponsor and producer of this variety show.

So these days the live broadcast room has been almost completely controlled by people from Bo Wanhua's side.

She lets the audience see whatever she wants them to see.

Originally he had no objection.

But now human lives are at stake.

He had to take over the live broadcast room again.

The program team originally had a professional rescue team.

It is to prevent guests from being in danger of their lives in certain extreme situations.

All members of the rescue team were dispatched.

But after a while, they all came back.

The typhoon is coming.

The waves were even several meters high.

Whether it is air rescue or speedboat rescue, there is no way to stay on the sea for too long.

The old lady was almost going crazy.

The old man also got the news in Kyoto.

A rescue team of thousands of people set out overnight.

But they were all trapped by the typhoon.

There is no way to reach Angel Island.

night.

Strong winds were also blowing on Angel Island.

The coconut trees were blown down, and the waves rolled up the sand, forming small tornadoes on the beach.

The typhoon roared and raged, leaving devastation wherever it went, as if it was the end of the world.

Shen Yibai looked at the howling wind outside and trembled all over.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fingers clenched, and he finally punched the glass.

Blood was flowing.

But he didn't feel any pain.

It seemed that only the physical pain could make him feel better.

The door of the room was opened.

Shen Yibai turned around.

Bo Wanhua stood at the door.

She appeared to have taken a shower.

He changed into a clean suit, still a high-end custom-made one.

Even at night, she still had delicate makeup and her hair was restyled.

It looks refined, elegant and luxurious.

It is the consistent image of her mother in Shen Yibai's eyes.

At any time, his mother was so noble, elegant, and calm, like the bright moon in the sky.

If he hadn't seen this scene on the rooftop tonight.

Bo Wanhua was holding an exquisite small porcelain cup in her hand.

"You didn't seem to eat anything tonight, so I had someone stew your favorite bird's nest and sea urchin porridge."

Bo Wanhua placed the porcelain cup in her hand on the small table in the room.

Shen Yibai didn't move.

Look at her steadily.

Bo Wanhua smiled at him: "What are you looking at, son?"

Shen Yibai suddenly asked: "Mom, why do you have to kill my uncle?"

Bo Wanhua was sitting on the sofa and was about to lift the lid of the porcelain cup.

Hearing this, my hand seemed to be burned.

She looked up, but still had a gentle smile on her face.

"Yibai, what are you talking about?"

Shen Yibai said: "I heard it all. You want to kill my uncle. You said he is a devil, the son of Satan. You want to kill him and send him to hell."

Bo Wanhua's face quickly turned cold.

Shen Yibai's voice was as calm as a machine: "Not only did you want to kill my uncle, you also used Jiang Ciyou and Shen Qingqing as a threat. You forced him to decide the life and death of two people. You drove him crazy."

"Why? Why is this happening? He has the same father and mother as you, and he even looks the most like you among all your siblings. Why are you so cruel?"

"Not only did you kill my uncle, you also forced Jiang Ciyou and Shen Qingqing to jump into the sea. My sister's life or death is uncertain, but you don't feel guilty at all. Grandma is right. You regard life as worthless. You are a devil who kills without blinking an eye."

"Chen Yibai, shut up!"

There was already obvious anger on Bo Wanhua's face.

But soon.

Bo Wanhua discovered that Shen Yibai's hands were covered in blood.

Drops of bright red blood dripped down and seeped into the carpet silently.

Bo Wanhua approached with a frown.

Pick up Shen Yibai’s hand: “What’s wrong with your hand?”

Shen Yibai pulled his hand away directly.

"You don't need to worry about me. I don't know when you are real and when you are fake. You are like a ghost fork wearing a human skin mask."

"Chen Yibai! How can you talk to your mother like that?"

Bo Wanhua has a strong aura.

"Yes, I wanted to kill your uncle, but everyone has the right to call me cruel and ruthless, but you don't."

“Chen Yibai, everything I do is to pave the way for you.”

Shen Yibai suddenly became angry.

"That's enough. Don't use me as a shield. I don't need you to pave the way for me. I don't even want to inherit the Bo family's assets. If you lose your humanity and even kill your family for those cold, icy properties, then what's the point of having these things?"

Shen Yibai gnashed his teeth and said, "Mom, I will never compete with my uncle for the Bo family's property. I will tell grandpa that I will give up all the inheritance. I don't want a penny. The same goes for the Shen family. I don't want anything!"

Bang!

A loud slap landed on Shen Yibai's cheek.

“Chen Yibai, you are my son, Bo Wanhua, how can you say such things?”

Bo Wanhua was really angry.

His chest was heaving violently.

There was a cold look in his eyes.

Shen Yibai covered half of his face and laughed out loud.