Dao Ren's face was icy. "Don't you think so? Did Si Yuanqi give you the courage to go against the Di family? If it wasn't to trick you into talking, you wouldn't have to do this at all!"
Qin Song's face was pale.
Di Shenhan walked up to him, his eyes calm, as if he were looking at a dead body, and said, "Anything else you want to add?"
Qin Song held his breath and said nothing.
"Teacher, why don't you say anything at this time? You know my temper." Di Shenhan said.
"You...what do you want to know?" Qin Song was filled with anger. "If your father didn't look down on me, would I be like this? This is all caused by your Di family!"
Dao Ren raised his foot and kicked Qin Song's stomach hard. Qin Song twitched on the ground in pain and it took him a long time to recover.
"Blade, no, Chen Se, you idiot! Helping the Di family is just selling yourself out for personal gain!" Qin Song wanted to provoke Blade, "Your father, Shen Jinhui, was murdered by him! It was your father who put the Di family in the dungeon! You want to stay in the Di family? You are not qualified to leave as a dog of the Di family!"
"It has nothing to do with you." Blade said with a wooden face.
Di Shenhan raised his eyes and stopped looking at him, preparing to turn around and leave.
Qin Song was terrified and walked on his knees on the ground, trying desperately to keep him, because if Di Shenhan left, it would mean he would be finished.
"I have something else to say, and..."
Emperor Shenhan slowed down his pace but did not bow his head.
"Give me a quick death, I regret it." Qin Song knows the Di family's methods too well, it would be better for him to die!
"Regret... You killed Jingzhi for your own selfish desires. You deserve to be cut into pieces!" Di Shenhan's voice was full of sinister intent. He looked at the living dead on the yacht not far away, turned around and walked down the deck.
Qin Song stood there with a numb expression, and tears welled up in his eyes because of Qin Jingzhi.
When he raised his eyes, Di Shenhan and others had left.
Then the ship moved, and I saw about ten zombies climbing up the railing.
Qin Song was so frightened that he ran away with his weak legs.
However, he ran two steps forward.
The living dead pounced on him like crazy, one, two, three... all of them pounced on Qin Song's body, biting him, biting off piece by piece of flesh, blood splattered everywhere, and Qin Song's miserable screams could be heard, "Ahhhh!! Ahhhhhhhh——"
Take Dibao on the plane and leave.
The plane was fully equipped with medical supplies, so Di Bolin injected Di Bao with anesthetic and removed the bullet from her back.
There was no operating table, so Si Minghan's arms became the operating table and he held her tightly.
She knew she wouldn't feel any pain because of the anesthesia.
But Si Minghan felt that his heart was aching so much that he could hardly breathe, and his black eyes were blood red.
Over there, Wujiu was staring blankly at the Forbidden Island which was getting farther and farther away.
This is the forbidden island that has trapped her for so many years.
If Po wasn't in trouble, she wouldn't have come here.
It was as if this was her nightmare.
When the lighter was handed to him, Wujiu was stunned. He raised his innocent little face, and what caught his eye was the rough and domineering face of Di Aotian.
"This was found on Po."
Wujiu blinked, said nothing, and clenched his fingers nervously.
"Aren't you going to blow up the forbidden island? There's gasoline poured underneath." Di Aotian understood what he meant.
Wujiu looked at the lighter, reached out and took it, holding it in his palm.
He pressed the lid with his thumb and flames shot out.
Wujiu looked at the forbidden island below.
So, as long as she throws down the lighter, the entire forbidden island will disappear, right?
She's never coming back, is she?
Wujiu loosened his grip and threw the lighter down.
As I fell into the woods, I saw a huge fire suddenly rising, and then I heard the sound of bombs being ignited, turning the Forbidden Island into a sea of fire.
Di Aotian looked at Wu Jiu with his dark eyes as she stared motionlessly at the ground below, without disturbing her.
He learned from Di Shenhan about the feud between the Di family and the Nie family, and that it was all caused by Qin Song.
The unbearable memories of the past have nothing to do with the Nie family.
At least it wasn't Nie Haitang who gave the order.
Even if the two families fought each other due to a misunderstanding and were tragically wiped out, Wujiu could not leave.
It has been stamped with the seal of Emperor Aotian, and it belongs to him for the rest of his life.
When they arrived at the castle, Si Minghan carried Dibao straight to the autopsy room and placed her on the autopsy table.
Quickly and gently, afraid of hurting her.
Di Bolin immediately performed various physical examinations on Di Bao and found that apart from Di Bao's great strength, mental control, diffused capillary network, and frosted pupils, his other symptoms were different from those of the living dead.
While the examination was going on, Si Minghan just stood beside Di Bao like a ghost, staring at him, breathing heavily, trembling, and even fearful.
Di Bolin lowered his head to draw blood from Di Bao's arm, and said to Di Aotian, "I don't have time to take care of Si Minghan. Take him to the next door and find a doctor to treat his wound. It's broken again."
With tense emotions, Di Aotian looked at Si Minghan. The man's body was shaking, as if he was having an uncontrollable mental spasm. His abdomen was wet, which could not be seen because of his black clothes, but he knew it was blood.
"I want to know about her condition." Si Minghan spoke, his voice hoarse as if his throat was scarred.
"So do you hope that she will wake up while you are unconscious?" Di Bolin raised his voice.
Si Minghan had a pale face and said nothing, but his eyes never left Di Bao.
He wanted her to be within his sight, otherwise he would not feel at ease.
Di Aotian stepped forward and pulled him, "Let's go! My third brother's medical skills are invincible, and A-Bao will wake up!"
Si Minghan suppressed his frantic heart and asked, "Is the doctor here?"
"...Five minutes left." Di Aotian raised his wrist to check the time.
Si Minghan stopped talking.
The meaning was obvious: he would treat the wound in five minutes, and no one could let him leave now.
Five minutes was a short time. Si Minghan was forcibly taken out of the autopsy room by Di Aotian. Once outside, he felt a little unable to hold on without Di Bao's support.
After all, it has always been in a bloody state.
Di Bolin was checking Di Bao's blood condition, and Di Shenhan asked, "Is it different?"
"They're different. The blood of the living dead is dark green, and Abao's blood is red." When Di Bolin drew out the blood, his tense nerves relaxed a little.
If Po was really like the living dead, he had no confidence in saving him, or rather, he couldn't save him at all.
They wouldn't believe that Qin Song would show mercy.
The only problem lies with Dai Binqing. He must have tampered with the poison, after all, Qin Song couldn't see it.
As for who Dai Binqing obeys, you don't have to think about it...
A month later, Dibao's physical condition had improved.
At least after taking the anesthesia, she was no longer manic, but lying quietly on the bed in a coma.
But the toxins in her body are not so easy to eliminate.
Di Bolin was like a machine, researching the antidote day and night.
He didn't stop even when his eyes turned red.
Moreover, in order to develop an antidote, we need to find someone to test the drug and see the reaction before we can use it on Abao.
The process is long.
Dibao went to his own room and slept on a clean and warm big bed.
Si Minghan's injuries had almost recovered, and he stayed by Di Bao's side without leaving.
At night, he would lie down beside Dibao, hold her in his arms, and sleep with her.
She was breathing and had a heartbeat.
But it became Si Minghan's only salvation at this moment.
He often hugged Dibao like this, saying nothing, and tears would suddenly fall and hit Dibao's face.
In the silent night, his breathing trembled in excruciating pain.
A year and a half later——
It was afternoon, the room was clean and quiet, with a touch of girlish style, which was comfortable.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, letting in sunlight and fresh air from outside.
A level one breeze gently lifted the hem of the curtains, letting in more sunlight.
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