There was no response.
Jing Mian cursed and took out his phone in a hurry. He lit up the screen and turned on the flashlight function. The light dispelled a small piece of darkness. He raised his phone and prepared to leave.
He turned around.
The light from the phone shone behind him.
It was so close.
It could even be said to be face-to-face.
A pale face appeared in front of him.
His eyes widened.
Blood vessels covered the area. Other than that, there were no other fluctuations. There was only a deathly stillness.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her lips were purple.
This face.
It was her.
It was her appearance before she was strangled to death by him.
He was standing in front of her in perfect condition.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
If it were anyone else who turned around and saw the pale ghost face in front of them in a blackout, they would be scared to death. Moreover, this face was Jing Mian's biggest nightmare and darkest memory in a while.
No, it was impossible.
She was clearly stuffed into a cement bucket and had become the foundation of that house!
How could he appear here?
Jing Mian screamed loudly and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but found that the clean and smooth ground had instantly become sticky.
The light from his phone shone, and he could barely see that the dark red liquid on his hand was almost solidified. Then, he felt an itch on his neck, as if something was hanging down. He looked up and saw clumps of black hair hanging down like vines. This was what he had once been infatuated with and praised. At this moment, it was wrapped around him.
He screamed as he rolled and struggled on the ground.
Then, the sticky ground shook, and many eyeballs opened. Their eyes were filled with pain and hatred that could not be washed away by endless blood. Many eyeballs were densely packed together, staring at him. There were women crying, resentful, screaming, and roaring.
They surrounded him, tortured him, and bit him.
Life for life, life for life, life for life.
Revenge, revenge, revenge.
This was the scene he feared the most, the ultimate secret he did not want anyone to know.
He screamed, wailed, and collapsed.
A miserable scream came from the bathroom reserved for VIP guests.
The waiters tried to open the door, but it was as if the door was sealed shut. Even if five or six waiters tried to push it open together, they could not.
Someone went to get the fire axe, but it took time. After a while, the door suddenly opened. The lights inside were bright and the air was fresh. A figure rushed out, rolling and crawling. It was Young Master Jing, who almost all the staff knew.
Someone wanted to help him up, but he was flung away.
Jing Mian's eyes were blurred, and his face was filled with fear as he roared,""Don't come over!"
He sprinted very quickly.
A commotion broke out in the noisy night scene. When people heard the commotion, they looked over in shock. A well-dressed man was rolling and crawling like a dog. He was running around in a sorry state. He rolled on the ground and then kowtowed to the surroundings. He cried, roared, and said words that made people confused.
"Spare me, spare me. I was careless. I didn't want to kill you!”
"Don't come looking for me. I beg you. I'll ask an eminent monk to ferry you and let you reincarnate in a good life!”
"I will burn money for you, a lot of money!”
"I killed you. I'm sorry. I'm an animal. I'm not human. I'll make it up to you. Don't come looking for me.”
The expressions of the lackeys and friends who had come up to him changed. They wanted to stop Jing Mian from speaking, but they were pushed away fiercely. The sound was very loud and many people heard it. The men and women in the nightclub stopped and watched. Someone took out his phone and started recording and shaking the sound.
There were also people whispering.
"He must be high on drugs. He looks like a rich man who dabbles in such things.”
"Really?"
"It's most likely true, f * ck."
"Are there any rewards for reporting to the police station?”
Looking at it from afar, he couldn't figure out what was going on.
Not long after, the manager of the nightclub rushed over with the staff and security guards. This venue was very big, and they had many tasks. Covering the ugly and keeping secrets for the big clients was also an extremely important job.
But before they could do anything, Jing Mian jumped up like a carp, his face wild with joy.
"Alright, alright, alright, I'll get lost! I'll get lost!"
He rushed to the gate quickly, and even the two security guards who were blocking his way were knocked aside. The lackeys shouted and chased after him, but they could not catch up for a while. It was human nature to watch a show. As soon as people rushed out, the security guards could not stop them. When the stream of people squeezed out, they saw Jing Mian's supercar making a series of roars. It passed through the parking lot at an extremely fast speed and rushed onto the road.
At the same time, a car sped over from the other side.
He could vaguely see four people sitting in the car.
They did not slow down or change their direction at all, as if they were deliberately going to crash into each other. Under everyone's stunned gazes, the two cars collided with a loud bang on the quiet and deserted street. A loud sound soared into the sky, and debris flew everywhere. They saw the airbags instantly expand, and the two cars broke through the railing and crashed into the opposite wall. There was another violent sound.
Then, a spark of flame flashed and burned fiercely until it expanded into a huge fireball.
The two cars started burning at the same time.
Jing Mian's heart-wrenching screams crossed the street and reached this side.
As if they had just woken up from a dream, the crowd screamed in panic. The manager's roar suppressed everything, telling the guests to leave, guiding the order, bringing the f * cking fire extinguisher over, and calling the police.
Amidst the chaos, she stared blankly at everything that had happened in the blink of an eye. For some reason, she felt that it was a little strange. Jing Mian had been in high spirits earlier. How did he become like this after a trip to the toilet? Moreover, the car that had crashed into him did not seem to be an accident at all.
Instead, it looked like a deliberate murder.
For some reason, she thought of the two bells that sounded like she was hallucinating.
You suddenly feel that it's a little cold tonight, really cold.
There was only one thing he could be sure of.
Jing Mian was defeated…Even if he could survive, he would be finished.
Tonight, many people would probably not be able to sleep.
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