Xu Zhou rushed forward, yanked open the car door, and pointed his gun at Song Ling's forehead. "Get out of the car! Get out of the car right now! Believe it or not, I'm going to press the button right now, and the three of us will be finished. Is this what you wanted to see? Are you really willing to leave your three-year-old son?"
Song Ling's fingers gripping the steering wheel tensed and his eyes grew cold.
Xu Zhou said fiercely,
"Don't want to die? Haha, I understand. After all, no one is not afraid of facing death. I can give you a chance. Get off now and I will set you free. I only want Liu Zhiyuan!"
Song Ling's arms, gripping the steering wheel, were already limp and stiff, and his eyes were trembling slightly. Xu Zhou seized the opportunity to pull him out of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove away.
He didn't kill Song Ling, he wouldn't kill him. He just wanted him to suffer. What could be more painful than losing a beloved wife?
He stepped on the accelerator, a sneer of success appeared on the corner of his mouth, and turned to Song Ling and threatened: "If you chase me again, I will let your wife die in front of you! Note that it's not you who will die, but her. Let her die in front of you!"
After Song Ling reacted, he ran out of control behind the car for a long time and a long way.
However, how could his legs outrun a car?
Soon, he was left far behind by the car.
He paused and covered his cheek.
Xu Zhou saw his reaction in the rearview mirror, and his disdain grew even stronger. This foolish and cowardly man was afraid of death and couldn't even catch up, right?
As he drove, he turned to look at Liu Zhiyuan, who had fainted in the back seat. She was lying face down, her long hair spread out on both sides, and her body was covered in blood, some dry and some wet. She looked sad and pitiful.
He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered,
"My dear girl, I'm sorry for making you suffer. Give me a little more time, and I promise to lead you to a happy life. Please believe me. We can go to a place where no one knows us and start a happy life again."
He turned his eyes to look at the road ahead and didn't notice that the small body lying there moved.
When Song Ling lost sight of Xu Zhou's car, he immediately perked up and turned back. He ran to the edge of the bushes and spotted the thin figure. When he saw her red cheeks, his heart ached.
However, this is a critical moment and obviously not the time to be sad.
He carried the unconscious Liu Zhiyuan into another car as quickly as possible, then started the engine and drove away in the opposite direction.
About forty minutes later, Liu Zhiyuan's fingers moved slightly.
Song Ling was very sensitive to her actions at the first moment. His eyes lit up and he turned to look at her excitedly.
Liu Zhiyuan felt like she was dreaming, and the whole dream was like killing a trapped beast.
Ups and downs, blood everywhere.
She was in such a terrible dream that she couldn't wake up. Endless darkness enveloped her. The only thing she could distinguish in the darkness was Song Ling's face.
The man wanted to hold her little hand, and she desperately stretched out her little hand, but they couldn't grab each other through the fence.
This feeling was so painful that she saw him bleeding in her dream. The pain was so clear that it suffocated her.
A hot tear slid down the corner of her eye and dripped quietly.
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes.
What was this scene before her? She seemed to be lying in a car, with reflections constantly appearing on both sides. It seemed to be moving very fast. Yes, she was in the car.
She seemed to smell a familiar scent of a man?
She raised her eyes excitedly and saw the man driving. She was so excited that she wanted to sit up, but her body was too weak to move. She could only shout hoarsely: "Husband..."
Song Ling's voice became hoarse with excitement, "I'm..."
Liu Zhiyuan felt dizzy and didn't hear clearly. She murmured,
"Where is this? Is this a grave? I've heard old people say that graves can't hear any sound. So, I can't hear my husband's voice. It seems that we are truly in love until death, even dying together. That's great!
I'd rather die than let that lunatic Xu Zhou succeed. But I don't know what will happen to our Song Lingchen. He's still so young, can he handle this? Although he usually doesn't like me, I know he still thinks his mother is adorable..."
Song Ling's originally tense heartstrings and suppressed emotions suddenly relaxed because of her nonsense. It seemed that he had found a small outlet. He couldn't help but look back at her and repeated in a loud voice: "I said I'm here."
Liu Zhiyuan froze. She struggled to support her head with her body, moved closer to Song Ling, and whispered,
"Hubby, can you hear me? It seems that the old man's words were not right before, and it turns out that he can hear. Even so, I still have something to discuss with you. I want to know if we can go back to see Song Lingchen?"
Song Ling glanced at his watch, estimated the time, and ignored her.
Liu Zhiyuan muttered to herself, "It's said that humans and ghosts have different ways. I know that. But I really miss my son. Can you accompany me back to see him? We can float in the sky and watch him from afar, okay?"
No, how can we have a car? Honey, are you that awesome? We just arrived in the underworld and we already have a car? "
Song Ling kept accelerating, couldn't help but look at her, and said in a hoarse voice: "We are not dead."
Liu Zhiyuan almost bit her tongue and subconsciously took a deep breath, "What? We're not dead? We're not dead?"
She remembered that she had a fight with Xu Zhou before she fell into a coma. That fight must have angered the madman Xu Zhou. At that time, she risked everything, and she thought they were doomed.
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