"ah!"
"Lazy, lazy? Wake up."
Song Yaoyao woke up suddenly, with fear still in her eyes.
Her fingers clenched the bed sheet, her expression changed, her fingertips were white without a trace of blood.
"Having a nightmare?"
There are no incense candles, no altars, no hideous stone statues, and no smell of blood that I don't know where to send it...
She was lying on the big comfortable bed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw worry on that clear and handsome face, looking at her steadfastly.
The cold fragrance emanating from the man is reassuring.
Song Yaoyao sat up suddenly and slipped into Huo Yunque's arms.
Taking a deep breath, I felt alive.
"What's wrong with me?"
Her head throbbed, and the shattered pictures in the dream flashed by, leaving only a few fragments, but when she thought about the man and woman in the dream, and the face of the vicious girl, her head immediately ached as if Like a big hand reaching in and stirring.
"ah!"
Song Yaoyao gasped softly, she leaned softly in Huo Yunque's arms, and gradually remembered the scene before she fell into a coma.
The little face was even paler.
She hugged Huo Yunque's waist tightly, and pressed her lips tightly.
"It's okay, I just fell asleep." Huo Yunque replied gently, stroked her hair gently, and changed the topic.
As if nothing happened.
"That finger..." Song Yaoyao's voice trembled slightly.
She is obviously not such a timid person, but for some reason, when she saw the blood oozing from the gift box and the severed finger that rolled to the ground, she suddenly burst out with strong fear from her soul.
There is also a trace of inexplicable restlessness—
She knew that she would be easily irritated when she saw blood.
But why, what happened.
Everyone is hiding it from her. Now, she doesn't know if she still has a chance to know.
"Fingers are fake."
Huo Yunque's eyes were cold, and killing intent shot out.
When talking to Song Yaoyao, she was as gentle and peaceful as ever, "Blood is also chicken blood, it must be someone playing a prank, are you scared?"
Song Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually recovered.
She nodded slightly, a little embarrassed, "Well..."
She was actually scared by chicken blood and fake fingers
Because of embarrassment, a layer of blood gradually spread on her pale little face, which made her look a lot more normal.
"Don't be afraid, good boy."
The man's deep voice has a stabilizing effect, gradually dispelling Song Yaoyao's inner fear.
"I don't know! I really don't know anything! Ugh..."
In the dark room, a barely recognizable human-shaped object was hung on a cross, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
"Sir, please forgive me!"
"laugh-"
Huo Jiu was originally standing at the door, but when he heard this, he suddenly sneered, and patted the light switch on the wall with his hand. There were a lot of lights in the room, and everything in the room could be seen clearly.
The person on the shelf has become a blood man.
"Ninth brother."
Seeing Huo Jiu, the subordinates in black lowered their heads, put away their whips, and stepped aside.
"The mouth is quite hard."
The leather shoes hit the ground, and the sound echoed in the empty room.
Finally, Huo Jiu stopped in front of a row of cabinets, took out a pair of gloves from a drawer, and put them on carefully.
He hooked his lips, hidden in the eyes behind the glasses, there was a flash of savagery and murderous intent.
"I come."
Several subordinates in the room paused when they heard the words, and then shook their bodies in unison, not daring to refuse.
"yes!"
"What are you going to do?! What do I have to say to make you believe me? I really don't know who sent this gift. I just sent it to Ms. Song after I was sure it was okay! Please! You... don't treat me like this... "
As Huo Jiu approached, the other party's words became more and more chaotic, and it was almost impossible to form a sentence. ,
"Click—"
"Ah!!"
Huo Jiu didn't say a word, and took off his chin first.
"Too noisy." Huo Jiu took off his glasses and smiled politely, "Since you have decided to betray Mr., you should have thought about your ending, right?"
"No... no..."
A few minutes later…
Those subordinates supported each other and came out of the room with weak legs. As soon as he went out, he bent over and covered his stomach and began to retch.
Huo Jiu paused slightly, glanced at them with a half-smile, "Am I scary?"
"No!"
The pale-faced subordinates immediately stood up straight, shaking their heads in unison.
Huo Jiu, "It's useless, just drag it and feed it to the dogs." He muttered in a low voice, "Just this rotten meat, it's not even worthy of making flower fertilizer."
Subordinates: "..."
They looked at Huo Jiu's neat clothes, without even a single wrinkle on his shirt, strode out of the basement with his head held high, and looked at his background with even more awe.
Sure enough, every one of the twelve guards is not comparable to ordinary people.
Huo Yunque had just put Song Yaoyao to sleep, and when he entered the bedroom, he saw Huo Jiu coming towards him.
His eyelashes drooped, and he fastened the buttons of his cuffs without haste, with an elegant posture, and his slender fingers glowed with a jade-like luster under the light.
"Ask out?"
He walked towards the study, as if speaking to the air.
Huo Jiu: "It's just a young man who was bribed. He was tortured half to death, and I didn't get a few useful information out of him."
"who is it?"
"Jiang Tao."
When Huo Yunque heard this name, he paused for a second, and searched through his memory, but he didn't remember who this person was.
Seeing Huo Yunque's expression, Huo Jiu felt a little sympathetic to Jiang Tao in his heart. He worked so hard to get his husband's attention, and even regarded Miss Song as an imaginary enemy. However, she didn't know that she had no impression of herself in the mind of her husband.
"It was left behind by the eldest and youngest father. Later, you transferred her to the front to take care of Miss Song."
He didn't know this part originally, but Huo Jiu got used to getting all the information before doing anything.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and said "Oh" without any change in his tone.
There is no more text.
Huo Jiu hung his head and waited for a while, but did not wait for Huo Yunque's other orders, so he could only ask in a low voice, "Then sir, how should we deal with her?"
"Chopped."
The man's brows are clear and sharp, and he has the appearance of a cold and ascetic fairy.
At this time, his thin lips parted, and he spit out the simple but bloody words.
Huo Jiu was taken aback, but immediately nodded his head.
In fact, he has many doubts in his heart. Jiang Tao is the person left by the father of the eldest son. Is she really just jealous of Miss Song and treating her as a rival in love when she does all this? But she has been gone for so long, she will not do it sooner or later, why do she do it at this time
But what he could think of, Huo Yunque could naturally think of, and he had his reasons for ordering so.
Therefore, Huo Jiu followed Huo Yunque's orders without thinking.
He was about to carry it out when Huo Yunque suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
"What else do you want sir?"
"Sometimes, death is a kind of relief." Huo Yunque scratched the title page of the book with his fingertips, and said casually: "Since she likes to play pranks, let her taste the taste of being backlashed."