At first, Xin Ning was a little unsure when she heard their statement. Then someone suddenly remembered, "Yi Song fought with Lao San before and was beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back at all. Could it be that he already holds a grudge against him?"

Xin Ning's memories were also awakened; she vaguely remembered that such an event did indeed occur.

Is that really the case?

Unfortunately, both parties involved are already lying in front of us, and there is no answer at all.

"Take a thorough check-up. If they're still breathing, you have to revive them."

Yin Shen's expression was gloomy, and his emotions were unreadable.

The healing-type ability user could only tense up and repeatedly examine the three corpses.

The same conclusion was reached in the end: "He is indeed dead, and there's nothing that can be done!"

The bodyguard was also very heavy-hearted. He had been with Mr. Lin for a long time and knew how much effort he had put into Mr. Lin. Now that it had all been reduced to ashes, it was truly heartbreaking.

And then there's the third daughter. Even though I don't like her, there's no doubt that my husband's admiration for her is undisguised. He was in an exceptionally good mood the day she entered the villa.

After all, this girl is indeed quite capable.

"Sir, the most important thing now is to find a place to get some rest for the night."

Upon receiving this result, Yin finally closed her eyes and gave up hope.

"Xin Ning, go and make arrangements. Find a place to stay within an hour." Yin looked at the healing ability user who was cowering and afraid of being blamed, feeling extremely annoyed. "Go back and treat the others first."

What should we do with the three of them?

Yin took one last look at the three of them.

Although he was furious at Yi Song's childish and absurd behavior, things had already come to this point, and all three of them were dead. He couldn't possibly punish a dead man for his mistakes by whipping his corpse.

Furthermore, he couldn't understand why there were bombs in his office and room.

This alone is something that Yi Song cannot easily accomplish.

Only the two people he trusts most are allowed into his office and room.

Who betrayed him?

Also, when exactly did the betrayal begin?

There were still too many mysteries waiting for him to solve, and Yin raised his hand to rub his dizzy head.

"Take him directly to the hospital and arrange for cremation later."

After Yin left, Xie Erge emerged from the darkness.

"I'll go see them off on their final journey."

She felt very sad and squatted down to wipe the dust off Lin Xi's face.

I remember the third brother telling her before that he didn't like fighting and didn't like killing each other.

This situation has now come to her advantage.

However, she would rather have been forced to participate in those battles in the end than lie here coldly.

"Little girls love to look pretty, so I can help her get ready."

The bodyguard knew that the third brother had come from Xie Erge's side, and it was understandable that the two had a deep relationship, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you can come with me then."

...

A man wearing a hooded sweatshirt was loitering near the edge of the restricted area fenced off Wuyou Island.

He muttered to himself, "The explosion just now came from inside here."

His hand gripped the barbed wire, and a slight stinging sensation came from his fingertips, causing him to instinctively loosen his grip.

Suddenly, a car drove out from inside, its headlights shining down. He quickly raised his hand to block the light and stepped back.

However, I heard a few car horns behind me... It seems I can only run in the left or right directions!

"Who's there!" Xin Ning, who was in the car, noticed something was wrong and immediately accelerated to intercept.

She pressed a device on her ear, which communicated, "There's a suspicious figure outside the iron fence, grab him!"

"receive."

Wuming realized something was wrong.

Suddenly someone grabbed him and pulled him into a corner.

He only felt as if his body was falling.

who?

After coming to a stop, he immediately became alert, but after glancing around at the surroundings, he realized that it looked like a small, rough cellar that was completely uninhabitable.

He turned his head, and a blurry middle-aged woman's face came into view.

"Who are you……"

The middle-aged woman looked frightened and quickly covered his mouth.

Nameless then realized that the woman in front of him looked like... a zombie?

Shh! Help!

The nameless man nodded.

The female zombie then released her grip.

The sounds of the search outside gradually subsided, and Wuming decided to go and take a look.

The female zombie quickly grabbed him and shook her head, "Trap!"

"You mean it might be a trap?" he asked, as quietly as possible.

The female zombie nodded.

Sure enough, just one minute after they finished their conversation, footsteps sounded overhead. "Confirmed, no one's there. He probably escaped."

Wuming was startled.

The female zombie in front of them seemed to have a special understanding of how they handled things.

After a while, the female zombie lifted her camouflage panel, and the bright moonlight poured in.

This time he finally saw the woman's face clearly.

He was stunned for a moment.

But I don't know why I had this reaction.

He felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

The female zombie was pretty and delicate; she must have been a gentle woman in life.

He wondered if he had seen her somewhere before? Maybe they were neighbors before he lost his memory.

However, what he was more concerned about right now was why she was here, and why she knew so much about the behavior of this group of people.

Who are you? Why are you here?

Anxiety flickered in the female zombie's eyes as she pointed towards the iron fence, "My love."

"You mean to say that your lover is inside?"

The female zombie nodded, grabbing one of his arms with both hands and pleading, "Save him."

Wuming turned his head indifferently, wanting to ignore everything.

However, for some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest whenever he saw a woman's face.

I feel terrible.

The female zombie was still chattering in his ear, "Save him! Please."

Wuming thought her pronunciation was a bit strange, so he turned his head to observe her mouth.

The tongue was very short, as if half of it had been cut off.

No, the cut at the edge is not neat; it looks like it was bitten off.

What exactly did she go through?

A faint pain welled up in his heart. Was this what pity felt like?

But he still refused, saying, "Don't beg me anymore. It's no use begging me. I can't beat so many people."

The female zombie instantly became dejected.

In this cellar where even lying down was difficult, I crouched down and curled up tightly.

Wuming didn't intend to waste any more time here, so he left cleanly and decisively. After taking a few steps, he still couldn't bear to turn back. "Don't stay here. Come out with me. We'll figure out a solution later."

The female zombie raised her head, and the light in her eyes gradually brightened.

After so much time has passed, has someone finally been willing to help her?

She nodded quickly.