Mountain people's sister flowers

2 The Heart of the Earth
"Kill me? Hmph!"

The suit man "Wang Yinsha" in a neat suit snorted coldly with disdain, and glanced coldly at the strong man beside him.

The brawny man understood, and immediately strode out. He easily avoided Ye Shanghan's fist, and then suddenly raised his foot and hit Ye Shanghan's abdomen with his knee.

Although Ye Shanghan, who is now a sophomore, is not only the main force of the school's basketball team, but also the vice president of the martial arts club "Wing Chun" in Yanda University, usually he can deal with three or five strong men by himself.

But now he drank too much white wine after all, dizzy and frivolous.

It was already the limit of his physical strength to be able to hold on to Wang Yinsha with a mouthful of anger, so how could he be the opponent of a professional bodyguard raised by a big family like the "Yanbei Wang Family" where Wang Yinsha belonged?
He didn't even have time to see how the strong man made his move, and the next second he fell on his back to the ground.

"Ye Shanghan, you want to kill me? What a coincidence, I didn't intend to let you leave here alive, you can go with peace of mind! Hahaha..."

Seeing Ye Typhoid lying on the ground vomiting, Wang Yinsha laughed wildly, and immediately rolled up Chen Yanmei's water snake waist, stood up and left gracefully.

When passing by Ye Shanghan, he seemed to want to provoke Ye Shanghan intentionally, so he reached out and slapped Chen Yanmei's butt without fear.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound from Chen Yanmei's electric buttocks completely stimulated Ye Shanghan, his eyes were tearing apart, he reached out and wanted to grab Wang Yinsha's trouser legs, as if he wanted to drag Wang Yinsha to hell with him.

However, how could he hold Wang Yinsha when his body was no longer under the control of his brain?

Not only that, but his left hand was crushed and trampled mercilessly by Wang Yinsha's polished leather shoes. The bones of the back of his hand and the bones of his fingers were fractured, making a series of crisp crackling sounds, blood flowing horizontally, and bones looming .

As soon as Wang Yinsha and Chen Yanmei left, the ferocious-looking strong man immediately took out the poison that Wang Yinsha had prepared a long time ago from his pocket, and then pried open Ye Shanghan's mouth viciously with brute force.

When the strong man who force-feeding the typhoid poison to Ye went out with a smirk and closed the door of the private room from the outside, the huge private room was completely swallowed by darkness.

The surroundings became extremely cold, and Ye Shanghan's consciousness gradually became blurred. Deep in his heart, he let out an unwilling roar: "Am I going to die? No! I can't die! God, if you have a soul in heaven, then let me borrow it again." Ye Shanghan has been 50 years old! I swear, if I don’t avenge today, I will die in peace..."

In a daze, he felt that two people lifted him up, like black and white impermanent ghosts from Nine Nether Hell.

This was Wang Yinsha's secret operation. Two bar employees secretly threw Ye Typhoid to the garbage dump by the side of the remote road through the back door of the bar.

In Yanbei City in the early winter, it is not uncommon for a drunken man who was so drunk to fall alone on the cold street, and then be frozen to death.

……

About 10 minutes after Ye Shanghan, who was dying and delirious, was thrown by the garbage dump, at the end of a remote alleyway that should have been inaccessible, under the dim street lights, a young woman with a waist-length ponytail was like a whirlwind towards Ye Shanghan. Coming here in a hurry.

A pair of extremely slender, well-proportioned, plump, and firm legs outlined by black tights are flashing quickly, the white coat is fluttering in the wind, and the air is faintly filled with the elegant and refreshing fragrance of Sophora japonica.

Her sudden appearance seemed to light up this cold and dark world!

The young woman walked like flying, accompanied by rapid and heavy panting, she was about to pass by Ye Shanghan in an instant.

At the same time, there were more hurried and messy footsteps at the end of the alley where she appeared. It was obvious that she was being chased by someone.

Inadvertently, when the young woman caught a glimpse of Ye Typhoid lying next to the garbage dump with slightly flustered eyes, she hesitated for a few seconds with her white teeth nibbling.

"'Heart of the Earth' is the only thought my mother left me when she was alive. My mother also said that there is a secret bigger than the sky hidden in it. I will never let the people of the Long family get it. My heart fell into the hands of others! And...and the drunk in front of me should already be dead, right?"

As soon as the thought came together, the young woman hurriedly took out a piece of bright white blood jade in the shape of a wolf's tooth from her bosom and hid it in Ye Shanghan's hand.

Ye Shanghan, who was on the verge of death, seemed to have grasped the straw to save his life. He, who was supposed to be dying and unconscious, subconsciously grasped the quaint jade pendant "Heart of the Earth" with a heart-shaped blood stain on the jade heart, and used It was the left hand that was trampled bloody and had broken joints by Wang Yinsha.

The blood soaked the blood jade, which looked extremely coquettish.

"what……"

The young woman, who thought that Ye Shanghan would never survive, suddenly saw this scene, and couldn't help screaming softly in fright.

But she couldn't care about other things at this time, because the footsteps of the gangsters who were chasing her were getting closer, if she was really caught, she would shudder just thinking about the miserable end.

Some worriedly glanced at the "Heart of the Earth" tightly held by Ye Shanghan in her palm, the young woman pinched her nose and hid in the large mobile trash bin not far from Ye Shanghan's side.

At a certain moment, Ye Shanghan instinctively grasped the blood jade "Heart of the Earth" tightly between his fingers, and a faint green light flashed between his fingers, like a firefly on a sunny day in midsummer.

Not only that, his supposedly pale and bloodless face gradually recovered a trace of blood, and his closed eyes flickered slightly, as if he was about to wake up...

(End of this chapter)