"Is the signal bad?"

Ding Jinchao looked puzzled, picked up his phone and looked at it, then put it to his ear: "Can you hear me, Brother Yang?"

Can you hear me, Brother Yang?

There was an echo behind me.

Shocking to the heart.

Ding Jinchao trembled violently, and his neck turned back as stiffly as a piece of wood.

In an instant, the thick smell of blood made him suffocate. Wang Ye's thin figure appeared in front of him, and his battle uniform was covered with blood.

He held the knife in his right hand, with blood dripping from the blade.

It's like the god of death has returned from hell.

Seeing the mobile phone in Wang Ye's left hand, Ding Jinchao understood everything at once, sat on the ground and tightened his crotch, his lower body was wet.

"Listen, listen to me, Brother Ye!" Ding Jinchao stretched out his hands as if he was seeing a ghost.

"It has nothing to do with me!"

"It's really none of my business!"

Ding Jinchao waved his hands repeatedly, his breathing was so rapid that he could hardly breathe, and his eyes were full of fear.

"I didn't see anything just now."

"Really! Please, please let me go!"

"I--"

scold!

Wang Ye raised the knife and dropped it.

Ding Jinchao's eyes widened, his head rolled down on the ground, and he refused to close his eyes.

die!
Chapter completed!