Is it still too late?

He Qiang turned his head and yelled unwillingly at the three of them: "Asshole! Do you know who I am? I am a viscount conferred by King Peian himself! Who do you think you are? You don't even want to die!"

After hearing this, the three people were unmoved. Recently, the three people were desperate because they were addicted to gambling and owed huge loans. They almost had their hands and feet chopped off in the casino. However, they happened to be rescued by a strange man, who promised them if

If you can get rid of someone, help them pay off their gambling debts and give them a lot of extra money, but the premise is that the deal is clean. If someone comes to disrupt the situation, they will be dealt with as well.

Perhaps they misunderstood the meaning of "clean house", so they got a few timed bombs from the man. They wanted to do something big, trapping people in the house and blowing them up, but before they could do it, outside the house

The sound of a car rang out...

Although he once had great glory, but now he could not even save his life, He Qiang suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Please, I also have a lot of money. I beg you to let us go. The benefits will be yours. Oh no, I will give you all my property!" He Qiang no longer cared about the dignity of the knight at this time.

His aura was gone, and now he just wanted to protect himself and Xiaojing.

However, the killer kicked him away after hearing this: "Oh, I don't want to participate in the game played by you superior people. I know, kill people and get paid!" After that, He Qiang was tied to death.

The three of them set up timed bomb orders in several corners of the house. After five minutes of setting, they hurriedly left the house and lay down by a bush 500 meters away to wait to see the results.

After a while of silence, the person on the far right couldn't help but speak.

"Brother, why do I feel something is wrong? From the beginning, I feel like someone is staring at us. It seems that there are other people besides us nearby. No, no! It should be said that it feels like they are right next to us.

!”

"What!" The person on the far left was shocked when he heard this.

"Where are you, don't scare me, I'm timid."

"I said, there can't really be ghosts or anything, they are watching us do bad things, and they are keeping them in mind for us!"

"You idiot!" The big brother in the middle couldn't stand listening anymore, and finally scolded the person on the left: "You are really stupider than a pig. Can there be ghosts in this world? Even if there are ghosts, they can come out during the day.

What! With your IQ, you actually went to jail for fraud. Who could be so stupid as to be defrauded of a large sum of money by you idiot? And you! Don’t be so nagging, don’t blame me if you keep talking nonsense.

I’ll beat you up!”

After being scolded, the two finally calmed down, closed their mouths and waited for the result quietly.

…

He Qiang in the room glanced at Xiaojing not far away. Although his hands and feet were tied, he still wanted to go over and apologize to Xiaojing. He didn't ask for forgiveness, he just wanted to at least be with Xiaojing in the last time.

, but the guilt in his heart was also tormenting him at this time, and he did not dare to look at her, so he moved little by little to Xiaojing's side. At this time, there were still four minutes before the explosion.

Xiaojing was already close, but still remained silent. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally plucked up the courage to raise his head, but what he saw was her eyes that were already filled with tears.

He remembered the agreement he had made with his wife, and he had sworn that he would never let his wife shed tears for him in this life, but every tear in Xiaojing's eyes was shed because of him. He enjoyed his wealth and forgot about his miserable wife, and even

He found a new love and wanted to abandon her. In the end, it was obviously his fault but he wanted to drag her to death too.

Time is still passing by minute by second...

Xiaojing still didn't say a word, but at this moment He Qiang suddenly remembered the tea sets placed on the coffee table in this house, not far from him, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart.

He used all his strength to move over little by little. When he reached the coffee table, he kicked his legs hard, which really knocked a cup off. The cup fell heavily to the ground and broke into several pieces. He quickly turned around and picked out a large piece from the fragments with two fingers.

, with a little jagged fragments, quickly cutting the rope. Although his hands were full of blood, he no longer cared at this time.

Now he just wants to save Xiaojing and compensate her with everything. His wealth and status no longer matter. He just wants to return to his original life. Although it is hard, it can make him feel that he is still alive!

With only one minute left, they finally cut off and untied all the ropes on their bodies. Although Xiaojing still didn't say a word to him, he had no time to waste on complicated inner tangles.

With half a minute left, He Qiang banged against the doors and windows, but it had no effect. The door had long been sealed. The closed iron curtain was locked because it had been unoccupied for a long time. He Qiang gave a bitter smile in despair. Is it really true?

Should Xiaojing be buried with me, a scumbag? He punched the iron window hard.

"Ah! It hurts!"

He was in pain, but at that moment he suddenly remembered that he had built a basement in this house to store sundries!

There was no time to think about it anymore. He took Xiaojing's hand and rushed to a room as fast as he could. The basement was over there.

15 seconds left...

10 seconds……

We finally arrived at the basement entrance, but the door panel was actually full of debris. He Qiang panicked and pushed and kicked the debris away with his hands and feet. Even Xiaojing, who had been silent, came to help.

4…3…2…

Just when he opened the entrance door to the basement, the explosion timer read out the last second. In an instant, deafening sounds came continuously along with the blast of air and flame fragments.

At the last moment, before He Qiang could grab Xiaojing's hand and throw her into the basement, she threw herself behind He Qiang. The two of them were pushed hard by the shock wave and hit the raised door cover, and rolled down the basement.

"..."

"Buzz...buzz..."

He Qiang gradually regained consciousness amid a burst of severe pain from his eardrums. He touched his ears but found his hands full of blood. He looked up and saw that the basement door had long been sealed with stones and reinforced concrete.

In his daze, he suddenly thought of Xiaojing and hurriedly got up to look for it. However, the severe pain in his chest made him fall back to the ground. It felt like several ribs were broken. With the faint light shining in from outside, he saw the rolling

Xiaojing fell unconscious not far away.

He reluctantly crawled over to help her up. When his left hand touched her back, he felt only gravel and sawdust all over her back. There was not an inch of intact skin. There was also a trickling warm current flowing on her back. He didn't dare to think about what it was.

A steel bar had penetrated her lower abdomen. Recalling the scene before the explosion, he suddenly burst into tears.

Xiaojing, who was in a coma, gradually woke up amidst the crying. She stretched out her hand with all her strength to wipe away the tears shed by He Qiang, but she had no time to take care of the blood spitting out of her mouth.

Xiaojing may still be saved, but at this time the basement door has been completely sealed, and He Qiang can only watch her gasping for air in his arms.

She must be in pain, but she just endured it and kept silent.

After hesitating for a long time, He Qiang tremblingly took out the palm-sized piece of sleeping grass from his pocket.

Eating just a quarter of it is enough to kill you. Instead of suffering and dying in agony, it is better to end it yourself.

He held it in his hand and hesitated repeatedly until Xiaojing weakly raised her hand and held his hesitant right hand.

Heartbroken, the sleeping grass was finally torn into two large pieces. Xiaojing's eyes never left his face for a moment. She reached out and took one of the leaves. Looking at the leaves in front of her, she murmured: "Candlelight..."

He Qiang was stunned for a moment, but his tears could not be held back in the end.

But there was nowhere to find candles. There were only a few pieces of burning wood nearby. Holding back the severe pain, he took a piece of wood with the top still on fire and stood it up in front of her. The look of guilt on his face was unmistakable.

shape.

Looking at him and the "candlelight", she smiled foolishly, then slowly put the leaves into her mouth and chewed them hard.

He Qiang also put the other half into his mouth. The two looked at each other speechlessly, savoring an ordinary wish in silence.

Her breathing gradually became lighter, and Xiaojing's hands gradually dropped.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Every time Xiaojing's body became limp, he held her hands harder. "I'm sorry..." He shouted louder and louder, but Xiaojing in his arms became more and more nervous.

Leng "I'm sorry..." he said over and over again almost crazily.

"Right..."

"Yes... up..."

In the dark basement, He Qiang gradually lost his last consciousness, and the burning wood blocks gradually went out silently.

…

When he woke up again, he was already on the hospital bed. He grabbed the collar of the doctor who was checking the injury and eagerly asked about the whereabouts of the other woman.

"You just over-eaten sleeping grass and broke several ribs. We have done a gastric lavage for you and simply repaired your bones. As for her, she had already lost too much blood and lost her breath by the time she arrived." After hearing this, He Qiang raised his hands.

Then he weakly let go and stared blankly at the continuous rain outside the window.

That night, a patient left the hospital without authorization and his whereabouts are unknown.

A year later, in the night shadow of the Norwell Empire, a man who had nothing to do all day, engaged in reselling small information, and was proficient in playing cards and drinking wine, but always found a way to lose all his pants in one night, became the owner of the place.

People's talking points.

On this day, he wandered over from nowhere and sat down drunkenly at the bar, asking for a good drink. People around him laughed at him again: "Drunk man, you have a bad luck today. You must have lost all your drink money again."

, everyone present was already laughing.

He stood up drunkenly, straightened his messy hair, touched his stubble that had not been shaved for a long time, and drunkenly said with a hint of anger: "Don't laugh, don't even laugh, you are nothing special, hiccup~ bastard

No matter how good I am, I won’t be just a civilian at most in this life, now! Don’t look at me like this, I’m going to tell you a secret, burp, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...just being quiet!"

"I was, once upon a time, still a knight! Nobles! Nobles, do you understand?"

The laughter in the hotel became even louder.
Chapter completed!