At this moment, a group of gangsters who had just come out of the nightclub passed by with hip-hop. They looked very excited and looked like they were taking drugs.

"Hey, there are salted fish (dead corpses) in the dark alley." One of the gangsters found someone lying down in the dark alley.

"Go and have a look." The more sober gangster immediately went in, turned his body over, checked his condition, and immediately shouted: "He is not a salted fish, he is still angry."

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed, and someone recognized his appearance and immediately said excitedly: "He is Duanmu Xiu."

The man immediately dragged him under the street light, and found that it was him, and immediately shouted excitedly: "It was him who killed our boss and stole our territory. We want to avenge our boss."

As his words fell, everyone's fists and feet immediately fell on Duanmu Xiu like raindrops. Every note contained anger of hatred and fierceness.

In a moment, Duanmu Xiu was beaten to death. He felt the pain in his body, but he did not resist or fight back. He just closed his eyes and let their fists and feet fall on him. If he could see her in this way, let him sink.

"Kill him to death and avenge the boss." Everyone became more and more excited as they beat him harder and harder, and they all wanted to kill him with excitement.

The heavy rain still did not slow down, with lightning and lightning interspersed, and the red blood mixed in the rain and flowing in the waterway.

A slender figure suddenly appeared behind them at some point. Her white and flowing white long skirt and long black hair were flying in the night wind. She held a white transparent umbrella in her hand. Thunder flashed by, revealing her pale and silent face, with an indescribable weirdness.

"There are ghosts..." Suddenly, no one shouted. Everyone looked back and saw her pale and bloodless face. They were shocked. Anyone who had a marriage knows that two years ago, his wife passed away in a car accident. She had made public appearances in the media. After seeing her clearly, everyone was almost scared to death. They could no longer care about Duanmu Xiu and left quickly, for fear of being chased by ghosts.

Xiahou Xiyue was holding an umbrella not far away, looking at the group of gangsters running for life as if they were desperate. Her face had no expression on her face, and her eyes fell on the man who was lying on the ground motionless. She walked over slowly and squatted beside him.

He was beaten so badly that his whole body was full of colors, shocking. His white shirt was almost dyed red with blood. He lay there motionlessly, no difference from a dead body.

She reached out and pushed away the hair on his face, looking at the face that was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, but still couldn't cover up her outstanding handsome face. Her eyes dimmed, and she slowly retracted her hand. Just as she was about to stand up and leave, her wrist suddenly tightened.

"Wife, don't leave, I finally see you... Wife... Don't leave me..." He saw her, , he must be dead. Duanmu Xiu held her wrist tightly, and his eyes, which were beaten to the point of purple, blue and black, slightly opened a thin slit. Although his vision was blurry, he recognized at a glance that it was her, and she must have picked him up. The faint and familiar fragrance mixed with the smell of blood floated into his nose.
Chapter completed!