Sheng Qianqian appeared. He couldn't see how she made her move, but he only knew that a flash of light passed before his eyes, and it seemed as if some sharp weapon had slashed his face several times.
"ah!"
Sheng Qianxing's head was shaking from the pain. The dim light in the hotel room illuminated several scratches on the man's handsome face, and he cried out in pain.
"Sheng Qianqian, Sheng Qianqian, you—"
"Sheng Qianxing, you're the one who taught me this!"
Looking at the man's disfigured face, Sheng Qianqian laughed loudly, "How does it feel? How does this taste to you?"
Compared to him now, back then he disfigured her and took her life, and her pain was ten times greater than it is now.
"Ah..." Blood gushed out, and Sheng Qianxing screamed in pain, "Sheng Qianqian, Sheng Qianqian, you poisonous woman!"
Poisonous woman.
Sheng Qianqian sneered, then turned her head to look at Sheng Qianye beside her.
Her sharp eyes flashed slightly, and she curled her lips into a bitter smile. "Brother Qianye, the ghost messengers are here. Run!"
They must have known that Sheng Qianye had killed someone, which is why they came out to arrest him so quickly.
Sheng Qianye shook his head. "No, as long as I can get revenge, I'll fulfill any wish."
He didn't care about the consequences at all.
Sheng Qianqian smiled, her voice becoming ethereal, "Yes, now that we've taken our revenge, what else is there to fear?"
When their conversation reached Sheng Qianxing, he learned that ghosts could be punished in the underworld for killing people.
He suddenly burst into laughter, with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Go ahead and kill him!"
Looking at him defiantly, Sheng Qianxing shouted, "Sheng Qianye, why don't you come and kill me?"
Let's see if he'll be reduced to ashes and his soul scattered by then.
This guy is really courting death. He was about to die, yet he still dared to provoke Sheng Qianye, who wanted to kill him.
Did he think that Sheng Qianye or Sheng Qianqian wouldn't dare to kill him?
No, he was really wrong.
Just as he finished his provocative words, a howling wind swept in from outside.
Sheng Qianxing didn't even have a chance to look at the scene outside again. With a "uh," his throat was slit.
His head slumped over his shoulders, his eyes were open, but he was no longer breathing.
Of the three, only Li Fen remained, unconscious in the water, her life hanging by a thread.
"Ring ring, ring ring."
The sound of the bell grew louder and closer. Sheng Qianqian looked away and glanced at Sheng Qianye. "Brother Qianye, let's run."
Sheng Qianye shook his head. "You can escape on your own."
The hatred has faded from his beautiful eyes; what remains now?
Only exhaustion and sorrow.
No one is born liking killing, and neither was he.
"Brother Qianye."
Sheng Qianqian bit her lower lip, her voice pleading, "Please leave here quickly, okay?"
"If you get caught by the ghost messengers, then you..."
"Don't worry about me." Sheng Qianye looked at her, then raised the corners of his lips, a warm smile on his face. "Besides, I can't leave right now."
"Why?"
"I still need to go find someone."
"Who?" Sheng Qianqian asked, puzzled.
"Gu Weiyang." The ethereal voice murmured her name, carrying an unusual tenderness.
Sheng Qianqian's gaze paused for a moment, then she understood, "Didn't that girl leave with her film crew?"
"No."
At this point, Sheng Qianye paused, a hint of worry still lingering in his eyes.
“I don’t know where she went, and I’m very worried about her.”
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