What outstanding works can three crazy women come up with?

Look at Du Yuan, look at the person who was hanging in the air, and you can call him for the time being.

No matter how well the ventilation facilities in the basement are made, it is difficult to really remove all the smell in a short time. At this moment, there is a faint smell of barbecue in the basement, and Du Yuan's body will make people with intensive phobia faint on the spot.

Du Yuan, who was not covered with scars on Zhang Shidong, made any comments. He took him off the lock, pulled his neck collar, and dragged him out of the basement. He kept all the arrangements here in mind, and everything stimulated him. He should take revenge on Du Yuan, otherwise he would be sorry for making such a great determination to target him.

It was useless to mention Zhang Shidong. Zhao Ya and Jiang Xueyu left voluntarily, and Mi Nuonuo personally took the people to take them back.

Zhang Shidong climbed onto the Wrangler who was driven by Zhan Xiong, threw Du Yuan to the roof of the car, tied a rope and couldn't fall off. He rushed all the way to the semi-abused factory he had left before. The car broke through the door and looked at the old man sitting on the chair when he passed it.

In the factory, those unconscious people had woken up and were shaking their bodies. The wounds on their hands and feet had begun to grow. They had no force at all. They could only rely on the force of their shaking to hit the wall behind them, and opened their mouths and shouted loudly. They were futile but still worked hard. They were more at ease than waiting to die.

When everyone saw Zhang Shidong coming in, everyone's eyes were first angry, then frightened, and finally there was only deep fear...

Facing these people's shouting, Zhang Shidong seemed to have not seen him, pulled the dining table and stood up, nailed Du Yuan directly to the table. Four daggers ignored Du Yuan's roar and fainted, inserted them into the palms and calves respectively, and nailed the person to the table of the dining table.

He woke Du Yuan up with a basin of cold water. Standing in front of him, Zhang Shidong had no expression on his face: "Are you afraid of death?"

Du Yuan didn't need an answer. He had already begged for mercy, but in the basement, Zhao Ya and the three girls would not beg for him at all. Looking at Zhang Shidong at this moment, he didn't know whether begging for mercy was effective. As long as he was allowed to live, not to mention kneeling down and begging for mercy, he would do more excessive things without hesitation. As long as he was allowed to live, he would just save his life.

Zhang Shidong didn't plan to listen to his answer. He was never the kind of person who took advantage of words and never talked when he could do something. Du Yuan didn't see that Zhang Shidong had a short blade with a crescent moon in his hand. It had no handle, and the crescent moon was all the blade body, very thin, and people who were stuck in the distance could not see it at all. As soon as he thought this thing was quite exquisite, he saw Zhang Shidong trembling in front of him.

A thin thing was stuck on the crescent moon blade and was thrown into the basin of water beside it. Du Yuan was subconsciously stunned and felt a burst of pain on his body. He lowered his head and saw that his thighs were covered in blood and blood, without any hatred and pain, and the picture was very bad.

"ah!!!"

Zhang Shidong waited for Du Yuan to finish calling, and continued to waving the crescent moon blade calmly. Pieces of flesh were cut off from Du Yuan's body and thrown into the basin.

"Meat, a thousand knives, bones, cut into pieces. Enjoy it well, I will let you enjoy it until death. From beginning to end, I will let you keep watching, keep watching yourself as a stick." Zhang Shidong was like a vendor who set up a stall on the street, only caring about the pool of things in front of him, not interested in what others sell. Listening to Du Yuan's howling, he sliced ​​meat, piece by piece, piece by piece on his body...

Those who were hanging in the air stopped shouting or shouting, they were scared, as if everything they had suffered had become insignificant in front of the person nailed to the table, and the group with blood on their hands was also scared for a moment. If someone told them a few hours ago, you would be scared by one person and dare not speak, and you would definitely be a sneering laughter.

Are we afraid? How many times have we experienced life and death battles at home and abroad? In order to protect the items we transported abroad, we have passed by death many times. Everyone has left scars that cannot be erased. What will we fear? We are not afraid of death, and what else can scare us?

There is really, the people in front of them are scared. Can he really do it if Lingchi is cut into pieces? Can he really tolerate the wailing sounds in his ears?

Apart from that hand, Zhang Shidong was not stained with blood all over his body. He was calmly cutting the slices, stopped from time to time, smoked a cigarette, looked at his masterpiece, and looked at Du Yuan's strong hatred eyes that burst out from despair. At this time, he was willing to chat with Du Yuan, although the other party had no strength to speak, so he could only listen.

"Do you think I will be punished? You don't know what crime you will get? I can make you die by betraying the motherland. You should thank me. Living is much sadder than dying. Every day, living in a limited space, no news from the outside world, and no one chats with you. I hope to go around in the sun every day, not to bask in the sun or exercise. I just can look at people at that time and tell myself that you are still living in the world..."

Outside the abandoned factory, Fang Qingqing looked at the door that was knocked open, and the old man who was already angry in the doorman, and his eyes and eyebrows were twitching unconsciously. He killed people. In this country, there are not many people with evidence of murder.

I smoked a few cigarettes on the side of the road, but I was about to go home. I received a special text message on my phone, and the number displayed was no more than five people. The moment I saw the phone number, Fang Qingqing subconsciously sat upright. The person behind this phone number was the person she needed to worship for the rest of her life.

There are only a few numbers in the text message: "Silly, nonsense."

Fang Qingqing is smart and has been controlling unimaginable forces as a woman for many years. Some things are on her back, but she believes that the other party knows at least some of them pretending not to know. Everything is still under the table. Once there is a bit of suspicion of lifting the lid, she promises to throw out the flag for nothing.

"Zhang Shidong!"

In an instant, Fang Qingqing thought of Zhang Shidong, and cold sweat filled her whole body in an instant.

Once greed is formed in your body, it is almost impossible to erase. The simplest example is for a person who earns 100,000 a month, suddenly he has only 10,000 a month. He will definitely have no way to live. He will feel that he is not happy with anything and cannot adapt to anything. He will still try every means to return to the ranks of earning 100,000 a month.

Fang Qingqing had it, so she didn't want to lose it, and could not accept the fact that she lost it. So she took the risk and secretly tentatively transported a batch of goods to smuggle it into the customs. The goods were not of high level, and at most they were fined, and even the armed forces in the factory here did not use it. This also caused the initially told that the goods were robbed, and Fang Qingqing did not have a deep thought. When she received that text message, how could she not be shocked and sweated? Money is important, but how can it be as important as power? Zhang Shidong showed mercy and was also a warning. Next time, even if the Beihai was turned over, I would still take you all at once.

Thinking of what she knew about Zhang Shidong, Fang Qingqing felt that this would not be a simple warning. With a bang in her mind, she thought of the factory and the people here.

When she saw Zhang Shidong's horse-wrangler, her heart sank. It must be a big deal to be punished here. How many people Zhang Shidong brought here? Will anyone leak the news, or will he just want to lift the lid?

Fang Qingqing's driver shrugged his nose and his face changed.

Zhang Shidong kicked a single sofa and hit the hidden door, knocking it open: "Come in."

Fang Qingqing walked into the factory with a strong smell of blood. Looking at the living people and corpses hanging on the wall, her face turned pale. She tried to suppress the vomiting several times and did not suppress it. She vomited out in a puff. Fortunately, she had not turned around yet and did not see Du Yuan who was being lingchied, otherwise it would not be just a matter of vomiting.

The driver supported Fang Qingqing and blocked her behind as a bodyguard.

"You can't protect her. In front of humans and ghosts, your two moves are not enough." Outside the door, a man slowly walked into, holding a deck of playing cards in his hands, flipping his fingers skillfully, playing cards with his eyes squinted at Zhang Shidong, walked to his side, looked at Du Yuan, and swallowed his throat secretly.

Zhang Shidong didn't even raise his eyelids, put the crescent moon blade aside, wiped his right hand covered with blood with a towel, leaned back into the chair, picked up the wine beside him and took a big sip, lit a cigarette, and said calmly: "Do you want to die?"

The man who played poker took a few steps back: "I am a little guy, kill me, and dirty your hands."

Zhang Shidong's eyes were always staring at Du Yuan, as if he was admiring an artwork. His eyes gradually dissipated and finally became dull. The man playing poker quickly retreated to the door, raised his hands, and the playing cards entered his sleeves: "Human Ghost, Miss Fang is not your enemy, nor will she become your enemy. She didn't think she could come to the opposite side of you. I am just a bodyguard. I also know that you are not afraid of overlapping the identities of human Ghost and Zhang Shidong, and there is no intention to threaten you. I just hope that you will think carefully and cooperate with Miss Fang will do you no harm."

Zhang Shidong tilted his head and looked ahead with a dull look. It was a kind of terror that made you creepy, as if this person had lost his mind, was on the verge of bursting, and was about to be completely crazy. Ordinary people would be scary like this. A strong man with the strength that made everyone fear was not just scary.

"Is it good-looking? It has not been completed yet. At that time, it will be made into a specimen for you, okay?"

Zhang Shidong turned to the dining table and showed Du Yuan, who was covered in blood and flesh, except for his head and lower body, to Fang Qingqing. The corners of his mouth were slightly opened, revealing an unforgettable smile with his eyes.

This smile is cruel, cruel, or cruel.
Chapter completed!