Chen Wenliang paused for a while before continuing: "If you want money, I can give you money, if you want a woman, I can give you a woman. No matter what you want, I can give you a beggar. Looking at me like an old man. For your sake, spare me this time."

Ye Chen didn't have time to speak, and the fans were already angry.

"Damn, isn't it illegal to break the law as soon as you get older? Is it true that so many people died in his hands?"

"Yes! I don't like this kind of person who depends on the old and sells the old. Scum, beast!"

"You don't have to be like this, this is an old man who is dying soon. Even if he is tried, there is no need to do it."

"I'll go to your second uncle, upstairs, are you stupid. Can you commit crimes when you are old?"

"Yes! I think now, these bad guys are all getting old."

"........."

These fans, they are still arguing. But Ye Chen had no interest in seeing more.

Even, he was too lazy to say half a word with Chen Wenliang. People like this, no matter how old they are. As long as he has not repaid his sins, Ye Chen will not let him go!

When Chen Wenliang faced the biggest crisis in his life, he considered all his old faces.

Did not hear Ye Chen's answer, he even knelt in the elevator.

"I know I did it wrong! But I'm so old and my son is dead now. I'm already dead. Why can't you let me go this time?"

Ye Chen laughed, then laughed loudly, and said, "Leave you alone? What should so many people die on your hands? There are many children and elderly people who die on your hands..."

Ye Chen didn't want to go any further, he took a deep breath and slowly spit out the word "trial".

Chen Wenliang's face was ashamed. At his age, he should not be so afraid of death.

But he has too much wealth and power, he can't bear those things, he can't bear those things that he has harmed countless people.

He begged hard, hoping that the death judge would let him go.

But in Ye Chen's eyes, a person like him is unforgiving. How could he forgive him?

The elevator door opened again, and a stone bridge appeared in front of Chen Wenliang.

"Cough..."

There was a series of laughter outside the stone bridge, which sounded very noisy for women and children.

Chen Wenliang looked at Shiqiao at a loss, his eyes full of confusion.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him patting his shoulder and kneeling on the ground, turning his head in a hurry.

A pale girl stood behind him with a smile on her face.

Chen Wenliang was shocked, and some of them could not understand whether the girl was a ghost.

He is also considered to be experienced, knowing that under such circumstances, there will be no normal things.

The girl asked innocently: "Old man, what are you doing here?"

Chen Wenliang swallowed hard and swallowed a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying, "Uncle is lost, do you know where this is?"

"This is my home!" the girl answered, bending her head.

Chen Wenliang himself was restless. Now I hear this kind of answer that is not useful at all. The fire is rising, and I can't help shouting: "Are you stupid! I asked you where is here, I didn't ask if you are here!"

The girl took a step back and appeared to be frightened. She said timidly: "Here... this is my home... woo!"

The girl cried and wiped her tears constantly, arousing pity.

But in Chen Wenliang's eyes, this is an annoying little animal.

"Shut up for me!" Chen Wenliang roared: "Cry and dig your eyes out."

The girl was so scared that she stopped crying and shivered, "Uncle, please don't scold me, OK... I'll dig your eyes... I'll dig you now!"

With that, under Chen Wenliang's stunned eyes, the girl dug out her eyes.

Exposing the empty eyes, there was no blood at all, and Chen Wenliang only saw the maggots crawling out.

"Eyes..." The girl's voice was still crisp, but listening to Chen Wenliang's ears was terrifying.

He screamed in panic and rushed out of the elevator like crazy.

As he ran forward along the stone bridge, he could still hear the voice of the girl in the elevator behind him.

"Uncle... don't you want my eyes? I'll give you..."

The original crisp voice became eerie, full of resentment.

After all, Chen Wenliang was so old that he couldn't hold on until he ran a few steps.

He stopped breathing violently and kept looking at the front. The stone bridge extended to the distance, and Chen Wenliang could not see the end of the stone bridge at all.

Below the stone bridge is a spacious river. The deep yellow river water still emits a faint light.

Chen Wenliang, who took out the mobile phone lighting, took a closer look at the river for a while, but he couldn't tell why.

Now let him look back, really dare not. The girl is estimated to have become his shadow.

Chen Wenliang, who stayed at the same place, looked at it before and after, and he didn't know what he should do.

This stone bridge is the road of no return, he can't see the end, and he has no guts to turn around.

The only thing he knew was that he, who had received the death trial, the final result...should be death.

He hesitated for a long time in the same place, and finally raised his head again, and said, "Death magistrate! What do you want to let me go? No matter what the conditions, I can promise!"

condition? Ye Chen smiled contemptuously, he didn't need anything. It suffices to complete every trial.

"Click..."

The clear sound came from Chen Wenliang's feet. He looked down subconsciously, not knowing when the stone bridge had cracked.

In a panic, he hurriedly moved a few steps away from the location of the crack.

"boom!"

The stone bridge collapsed directly, and the broken stone fell into the water, splashing countless splashes of water.

Chen Wenliang wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the stone sinking into the water with a lingering fear.

If he moved a little slower just now, the end would be the same as those stones.

"Wow!"

The river water seemed to be stimulated by the stone, and began to churn, wave after wave, as if boiled. ..

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