Bo Heng's pupils widened a little, and his narrow, dark eyes were filled with confusion. He sat up in shock, and the servant's hurried voice outside the door continued.
"Boss Bo, please go and take a look!"
"A lot of blood."
After a few seconds, Bo Heng finally realized that Bo Xiaozhuo and Chen Zhuyun were dead. His Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he realized that he was covered in cold sweat. He lowered his eyes in a daze and saw Yuan Jiang who was woken up.
"Husband, are you okay?" Yuan Jiang frowned, her eyes showing worry, and at the same time she was shocked. This incident was too unexpected. Are Chen Zhuyun and Bo Xiaozhuo dead?
How did you die?
Yuan Jiang held Bo Heng's hand, feeling him trembling faintly. A strange feeling crossed her heart. Her warm hand stroked his cold cheek: "I'll go with you to take a look."
Bo Heng felt that everything in front of his eyes was pitch black, and his mind was in a mess. When his dark and gloomy eyes fell on Yuan Jiang's worried little face, he relaxed a little, forced himself to calm down, and uttered a voice that revealed a fragile trembling.
"good."
Yuan Jiang put on a white long skirt, took Bo Heng and followed the servants to the backyard. From a distance, she saw more than a dozen servants gathered together and talking, and some of them were vomiting nearby.
More than ten meters away, a smell of blood was floating in Yuan Jiang's nose. His stomach was churning with nausea, and Yuan Jiang subconsciously frowned.
Bo Heng felt cold all over, and his cold and dark eyes stared at the direction where the servants were surrounding him. When they got closer, he kept his composure and asked them to stop.
He pressed Yuan Jiang's shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "Wife, wait for me here."
"I'll accompany you." Yuan Jiang shook his head gently.
"No." Bo Heng hadn't forgotten that she was pregnant. He caught a glimpse of three or four maids squatting and vomiting. His eyes dimmed, and he felt a hint of fear. He said firmly, "Be obedient."
Yuan Jiang looked up blankly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, I won't go over."
After hearing her assurance, Bo Heng withdrew his trembling hands, turned around stiffly, and walked away with heavy steps.
When the servants saw Bo Heng coming, they all moved aside to make way for him and looked at him with sympathetic eyes.
Chen Zhuyun and Bo Xiaozhuo died in a truly undignified way.
It was a moonless night with few stars. Bo Heng stood motionless facing the blurry pile of flesh and blood on the ground. His upright back was slightly bent downward, his dark eyes were filled with death, and his lips were pale.
In Bo Heng's eyes:
There was a pool of black and red blood under Chen Zhuyun's body. Her head was smashed on the spot, revealing her pale skull and apricot-white brain matter. Mixed with the scarlet blood, it emitted a strong smell of decay. Her limbs were twisted and crooked, but if you looked closely, you could see her lips slightly raised.
On Shen Zhuyun's left was Bo Xiaozhuo. The back of Bo Xiaozhuo's head was smashed to pieces, and even his eyeballs rolled onto his brain. A sharp dagger was stuck in his heart, and the blood had not yet dried.
Bo Heng watched the scene calmly, his body like a wind-dried sculpture.
Growing up, Bo Heng had never had a close relationship with Bo Xiaozhuo and Shen Zhuyun, but at this moment, his heart was aching violently, his hands hanging by his side were trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't shed a single tear, and there was a hint of strange excitement in his eyes.
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