"Catch me? What are you going to use to catch me?" The man suddenly jumped up, pulled out a gun from behind, and shot Cheng Xuan in the shoulder.

The hall suddenly became tense, with drug dealers pointing their guns at the guests, and the guests' men also pointed their guns at the surroundings.

The scorpion's expression changed, but he still smiled and said, "Brother, what does this mean?"

The customer was obviously acting on impulse and didn't expect everyone to react so strongly.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I just want to kill him." He pointed at Cheng Xuan and put down the gun first.

The Scorpion's expression was unclear, his eyes full of suspicion. He placed the gun on his knees and said with a smile, "Everyone put your guns down. Don't be so nervous."

Only then did everyone put down their guns.

Scorpion calmly let go of his gun only after everyone else had put it down, but the gun was still closest to him.

Countless blood gushed out from Cheng Xuan's wound. As the amount of bleeding increased, his consciousness began to become blurred.

In a trance, he seemed to be back in the police station. His desk was very close to the window, and there was an old plane tree outside the window.

Whenever summer comes, the scorching sun will be diligently blocked by the sycamore tree. Its green leaves are so broad that it makes people feel cool just standing there.

He seemed to be standing by the window in a trance, looking down, and it seemed that someone was walking downstairs.

He is tall and thin, and a simple white shirt makes him look very energetic.

As if noticing Cheng Xuan's gaze, the man raised his head.

Cheng Xuan was standing on the second floor and couldn't see his face clearly.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly.

The man seemed to open his mouth and say something, then lowered his head and walked through the door.

Cheng Xuan suddenly felt his heart beating very fast, and a sense of urgency arose from his chest, as if something was very urgent and it was almost too late.

He turned suddenly and rushed down the stairs. It seemed like he had walked forever for just a few dozen steps.

He felt his eyelids growing heavier.

"Song Xuan!"

An anxious and somewhat angry voice sounded.

It sounded so familiar. Song Xuan thought about it for a long time, but couldn't remember where he had heard this voice.

It's so quiet around here, but there's a crackling sound in the distance. What's that sound? Is it a gunshot?

A warm embrace embraced him.

It seems to be raining, but the rain is so warm.

A trembling and choked voice was heard.

"elder brother."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

My heartbeat became very heavy, and suddenly a strength arose in my heart.

Song Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"Song Cheng, Xiao Chengzi." He saw his younger brother, who shouldn't be here, suddenly appeared here.

He hadn't seen Song Cheng for a long time. The little boy in his memory seemed to be crying very hard, begging them not to leave him there.

But whether it was him, his father, or his grandfather, they all just turned around and left with tears in their eyes.

He must have hated them for all these years.

He hated them for leaving him there without hesitation.

Thinking this in his mind, he asked.

The rain overhead was getting heavier.

Oh, it turns out that it wasn’t rain, it turned out to be Songcheng’s tears.

Song Xuan tried to raise his hand to wipe away his tears, but his hand felt as heavy as a sandbag and he couldn't lift it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man fighting with a group of drug dealers. He looked very familiar, but he couldn't place where he was.

A man holding a sharp knife tried to attack him from behind. A young girl nearby shouted, "Xu Dao! Behind him!"

Xu Dao dodged cleanly and neatly, and at the same time, he used the force to push the man's knife, and the man's knife stabbed directly into the throat of another drug dealer, and the man who attacked was also killed by Xu Dao cleanly and neatly.

"Xu Dao." Song Xuan murmured.

The battle seemed to be over, and more people seemed to be rushing in from outside. Song Xuan vaguely saw the figure of his boss coming, and then he felt relieved.

People gathered around him.

Xu Dao squatted down and looked at him coldly.

"Don't you have anything to explain?"

He suddenly remembered the person in front of him and felt a little guilty.

"I……"

Song Cheng was furious, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Brother, I hated you and all of you when I was little. Why did you leave me there alone?"

"Although many elders were there with me, I felt very lonely there, wuwuwu."

"But after I grew up, I heard from the elders what you did. I was sad, worried about you, and angry. I can face those dangers with you." Song Cheng's speech was a bit nonsensical and his logic was unclear.

Because Song Xuan's breath began to weaken.

Bai Xing suddenly interrupted him.

"Song Cheng, I have a tool here that I've never used myself. It can imprison a person's soul, and theoretically make their soul immortal."

Song Cheng looked up suddenly, without any time to waste words: "Give it to me!"

Then he lowered his head and yelled at Song Xuan: "Brother! Hold on! Don't die!"

Bai Xing handed the "Soul-binding Nail" obtained from the "Mermaid's Wail" copy to Song Cheng. Song Cheng carefully held the Soul-binding Nail and stabbed it into Song Xuan's body.

Song Xuan felt as if his soul was firmly grasped by a big hand. This feeling was very uncomfortable. He felt very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep because he was entangled by this big hand.

Song Cheng seemed to remember something, took out a capsule from the panel and fed it into Song Xuan's mouth.

But it was no use. Song Xuan's face was still as pale as gold paper and his life was in danger.

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