As he spoke, Sick's eyes flashed with a yin smile as he made the final sprint again.

Tang Rou stood in the room, looking to the other side, her expression calm and solemn.

It's like hearing from Sick's mouth that it's not about her at all.

Sick's euphoria is finally over.

He climbed down from the woman, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his hands were forced, directly choking the neck of the woman who had just been discharged by him.

There was a "click" that broke her neck.

Tang Rou's eyelids drooped, trying her best to calm her mood.

She knew why Sick had strangled the woman, because what he was saying now was classified.

Except for killers like her who worked for him, everyone else who heard it had no choice but to die.

After walking down from the training ground, Tang Rou walked directly to the riverside of the village.

More than a dozen bodyguards behind her watched her every move, preventing her from returning to her home.

She squatted down, dipping her hands in the river, washing the blood from her hands over and over again.

This ghost place, everywhere is full of xing, bloody violence.

She felt almost like she was living in a terrible giant cage.

Every trace of air around her was filled with a strong fishy smell, and she was so suppressed that she couldn't breathe at all.

There was a ripple in the bloody river, and Tang Rou seemed to see Qi Zheng's handsome face reflected on the river.

Qi Zheng actually went to find a spirit medium?

Tang Rou squatted by the river, looking at the gray sky with her cheeks propped up.

I don't know if that psychic medium is reliable or not, and whether there are really supernatural beings in this world.

Qi Zheng, my Qi Zheng.

She understands his man's state of mind very well at the moment, once a person is in a hurry and has no way, he will really pin his hopes on something that he doesn't know.

Just like her.

Tang Rou clasped her hands together and bowed to the sky very reverently.

She didn't know what the gods of Bobbidea were, so she could only pray to God.

Pray to the gods that the killer sent by Sik will not succeed.

As long as it is a person who goes to assassinate Qi Zheng, he will never succeed.

After praying, Tang Rou slowly stood up, her eyes suddenly a little sour.

She stretched out her slender fingertips and stroked them on the muddy soil by the river.

Write down a line.

"Qi Zheng, I miss you so much."

I miss you so much.

But even this miss has to be hidden tightly, and she doesn't dare to reveal a single thing.

Not far away is a bodyguard who is eyeing her, monitoring her every word and deed.

After she finished writing, she quickly erased these Z characters, turned around and walked away calmly.

——

At this time, Qi Zheng was in a hut in Los Angeles, country M.

Outside the hut was full of plainclothes bodyguards, as well as the mask elite sent by Qi Muli to protect him.

The light in the cottage was very dark, it was as dark as a haunted house.

The famous female psychic medium was sitting in front of him, her withered fingers pressed against a green crystal ball.

The cloudy eyes were closed, and they opened suddenly after a good time.

Their voices trembled a little.

"This distinguished guest, the soul you are looking for, I can't feel it!"

"I don't feel that this soul is not wandering in the world. But she's looking for you too. Yes, she's trying to find you. ”

"She's looking for you, Lu Wen."

The medium's eyes were open, and there was a terrifying tremor in his voice.

She was a little incoherent and giggled when she finished speaking.

The smile is creepy.