"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

...

The sound of sharp high-heeled shoes echoed in the empty corridor. A girl with a delicate face walked quickly, with a hint of imperceptible anxiety on her face.

At the end of the corridor was a wooden door, very old, mottled and light green paint.

Without knocking on the door, the girl just pushed the door straight in. In the last century-style room, there was an old man with gray hair. The moment she saw the old man, the girl's eyes turned red and her voice trembled, "Uncle Gong …”

I haven't seen him for a few days. Gong Zhe is much older. His eye sockets are deeply sunken, and his skin is strangely pale, as if his blood has been drained. "Girl, you are here." Gong Zhe said with a smile.

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He struggled to get up from the bed, but failed, and fell back. Xia Meng took a few steps, supported him, helped him pick up the pillow, and asked him to sit up and lean on it.

Looking at Xia Meng who couldn't stop crying, Gong Zhe stretched out his hand, touched her head, and said in a gentle tone, "Girl, don't cry, Uncle Gong knows his body well, it won't be a problem to hold on for a few more years."

Xia Meng gritted her teeth, "It's all to blame for those people. If they hadn't begged Uncle Gong for your shot, how could you be like this?"

Hearing that, Gong Zhe shook his head and glanced at the desk not far away. Xia Meng understood that Uncle Gong wanted to tell her that she should be careful when speaking here, as there were bugs in the room.

The above people have always been wary of people like them. After all, from the moment they shouldered the door, they embarked on a road of no return.

Especially someone like Gong Zhe who may be attacked at any time.

In the building where Gong Zhe was, he was the only one besides the necessary doctors and guards. .

Euphemistically called treatment, in fact it is imprisonment.

"That's right." Xia Meng wiped away her tears, and mysteriously took out a paper bag from her clothes. After opening the paper bag, there was a piece of red paper inside, "Uncle Gong, just absorb this contract and you'll be fine. Get up." Xia Meng looked at Gong Zhe with a caring look, which she got at a great price.

After seeing the red contract, Gong Zhe's eyes suddenly became fiery, and even turned scarlet for a while, but he restrained himself, forced himself to look away, and it took a long time to calm down again, "Thank you, girl." Gong Zhe smiled. He smiled and said, "Leave this contract. I'm fine now, and I don't need to swallow the new door."

Hearing Gong Zhe's words, Xia Meng's heart relaxed a little bit. Devouring the new door, especially the blood-red door, was tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

If Gong Zhe's body can still hold up, she doesn't want Gong Zhe to do so.

Fortunately, what she was worried about, the worst did not happen.

"Uncle Gong, who hurt you like this?" Xia Meng frowned and asked. She didn't know much about Gong Zhe's actions, but she also knew that besides Gong Zhe, there were also two people in Crimson Red. , and many disciples walking, this is a very powerful force.

After a moment of silence, Gong Zhe sighed softly, "The presiding judge, Bingzhuren, there is another person whose identity I can't figure out yet, but he is very powerful."

"If it wasn't for him, the presiding judge and Bingzhuren would have to keep at least one of them." Gong Zhe said a very arrogant sentence, but it was very natural, as if he was just stating the facts.

"The people who can stop you, Uncle Gong, won't be nameless people. When will there be more such masters among the night watchmen?" Xia Meng fell into deep thought.

Compared to the night watchmen, their Xia family's intelligence work was in a mess, and they didn't even know that the dark pile was buried beside them. They also needed Crimson to remind him. Thinking of this, Xia Meng was angry and couldn't wait to put Qin Lan down. Dig out and whip the corpse.

"It's not like someone from the night watchman." Gong Zhe shook his head slowly, and after a while, he said thoughtfully, "Perhaps... it's from Crimson."

"Crimson?" Xia Meng's eyes froze, and she asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gong, can you recognize who it is?"

"I'm not sure. He was wearing a mask. I didn't see his face the whole time. It's just that his abilities are very special. Although he concealed it well, I vaguely think I've seen him somewhere." After Gong Zhe finished speaking, Reaching out and rubbing his nose, he shook his head again, "Forget it, this matter will be figured out sooner or later, someone is more anxious than us."

"Drip drip."

A sound similar to an alarm sounded in the room, and it gradually became faster.

This is the reminder sound for the end of the visit. Xia Meng's eyes flashed with anger after hearing this, "These bastards..."

Gong Zhe looked at Xia Meng indifferently, "They think it's normal for me to be in an unstable situation, and it's normal for them to be monitored. If they're willing to let me go everywhere, it's not normal."

"Girl, go back first." Gong Zhe pursed his lips and reminded: "Take care of yourself, if you encounter something, think about it, you are now the head of the family, and you must learn to restrain your temper."

"Understood, Uncle Gong, you have to take care of yourself, and I'll pick you up when your situation is stable~lightnovelpub.net~" Xia Meng took Gong Zhe's hand and couldn't bear to let it go.

Gong Zhe looked at the girl who grew up in front of him, smiled and patted her hand, "Let's go."

It wasn't until Xia Meng left the room and the sound of sharp high-heeled shoes disappeared in the corridor that the beeping sound stopped. Gong Zhe lay back on the bed, tilted his head, and stared at the paper bag wrapped in red paper.

His physical condition was worse than he imagined, and he could clearly feel that the things inside the door were about to move, and the ethereal door seemed to be drilled out of him.

There were constant voices bewitching his ears, bewitching him to devour the red paper, then he would gain amazing power, and nothing could stop him.

Even something as ethereal as fate can be cut with a single stroke.

But what he knew more clearly was that as long as he did that, the extreme power would gradually devour him after the expansion, and he would completely lose the last bit of consciousness that belonged to him, becoming a walking corpse who only knew how to kill.

Gong Zhe retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. A beautiful woman emerged from the boundless darkness. The woman was smiling at him, holding a handsome boy in her hand.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the blood dripped onto the pillow, as if concentrated acid, burning black holes one by one, and the room was filled with an indescribable smell.

...

In the studio, the heartless days continue.

It has been almost a week since the last time I came out. The old bus tickets are still in the pockets of several people, and there is no movement at all. Once the fat man drank too much, he actually took out the ticket and burned it with a lighter. .

Huai Yi also seemed to be infected by Fatty's aura, stepped on the sofa and cheered him loudly, but after realizing that Fatty was holding his own ticket, the two almost fought.