What Murong Mian was actually thinking was very simple, either you kill her or I'll kill you!
Either, don't touch her for a moment, otherwise... I will make you regret it.
As he approached the place, he made several calls in succession.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of an ordinary house facing the street. He opened the door and walked in.
The place where Mrs. Jones imprisoned Mrs. Murong is here, and there are many residents living around it. According to normal thinking, this is not a good place to hide people at all, but... she did this, and the people he sent to look for her didn't. Go this way.
There was a basement in the room. Murong Mian walked around the room and found the entrance to the basement.
The long and narrow stairs, dark and damp, are like a road leading to the dark depths of the human heart. The further you go down, the more you realize how dirty the heart is.
Murong Mian didn't expect that the stairs would be so long. The dim light bulbs on the wall could only illuminate an inch below the feet. Every step he took, he could hear the sound of his own footsteps lingering in his ears. The sound was a bit eerie and scary.
Finally, when they reached the end, they saw bright light. Murong Mian smelled the faint smell of blood before seeing anyone.
Murong Mian heard Mrs. Jones's laughter: "Wenshan, just look at me and say he's back. Your... good son, he's here to save you."
Murong Mian finally saw someone. Mrs. Jones was still dressed elegantly and noble, sitting on a luxurious European-style sofa. Mrs. Murong was no longer hung up at this moment. She was lying in a quite large glass vessel, which was just the most interesting thing. What is frightening is that there are several snakes and unknown insects crawling across Mrs. Murong's body.
Madam Murong didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Murong Mian had his hands in his pockets, his eyes were cold, and his expression was so calm that no ripples could be seen. Even when he saw that scene, there was no wave on his face.
He said calmly: "If you want to let him go, let him go. If you want to kill him, kill him as soon as possible. I don't have time to talk to you."
Mrs. Jones raised her head and laughed: "Hahaha, Wenshan, listen to what your son said. You deliberately planned to turn your bastard into the prince of the Murong family. As a result, you are in trouble now. He can't even look at you." You don’t even bother to look at it.”
Murong Mian's eyes glanced coldly at Madam Murong's face. There were several wounds on her face. The bleeding had stopped. Her eyes were closed. If you look closely, you can see that her body was shaking. Two bugs were coming out of her face. Climbed up.
Murong Mian slowly clenched her hands in her pockets.
Suddenly, Mrs. Murong, who was lying inside, opened her eyes and shouted weakly: "Let's go, Randy, go quickly... Don't worry about me, don't pay attention to this bitch..."
Her eyes were red and there was blood at the corner of her eyes. She looked at Murong Mian with determination in her eyes.
Murong Mian's face still seemed frozen, without any unnecessary expression.
Mrs. Jones said disdainfully: "Oh, she still has strength and is not scared to death yet. Tsk, tsk, she is such a good mother, but it's a pity... her son is not a good son."
"You guys did a good job of hiding it. Murong Zhihong didn't know until his death that his son had died a long time ago. Murong Mian, your mother was really good to you. Do you want to watch her die?"
Murong Mian stood there and raised the corners of her lips, "What else? Do I really have to agree to your conditions for her?"
Mrs. Jones sneered: "You are still acting with me. If you really don't care about her, what are you doing here?"
Murong Mian: "Collect the corpse, and by the way... kill you."