"Impossible!" Han Ye's voice almost blurted out.
If Yingmei had left long ago, how could she not have gone to the private room to find him and the little master
Even if Yingmei could leave him alone, it is absolutely impossible to leave the little master behind.
"You're lying!!" Han Ye flickered, grabbed Xu Fu's collar suddenly, and lifted him up high, "Tell me, where is Yingmei? What did you do to her? If you don't tell me, don't tell me!" Blame me for being rude!!"
"I... I really don't know! Young Master Ying Mei has really left."
Xu Fu was so frightened that he yelled, "Maybe, maybe Mr. Yingmei found it interesting when he passed by the Colosseum, so he went in to have a look? Why don't you go to the Colosseum?"
Han Ye slammed his hand violently, throwing him to the ground.
Xu Fu groaned in pain.
Then the chest was trampled hard, making the sound of bones breaking.
"I'm warning you, it's best not to play tricks on me, if something really happens to Yingmei, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!"
Xu Fu's head was sweating in pain, tears streaming down his face, "My lord, please forgive me! If you don't believe me, my subordinates can take you to various places in the ghost city to find them."
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The uneasiness in Han Ye's heart grew stronger and deeper.
Especially, when he suppressed Xu Fu and searched almost every corner of the ghost city, but couldn't even find Ying Mei's shadow.
"Mr. Han, I... I told you just now, right? Mr. Yingmei left a long time ago. Maybe he has already returned home now?"
Han Ye couldn't control the panic and violence in his heart anymore, grabbed Xu Fu's neck and tightened it little by little.
"I don't believe a single word of your nonsense. Since you refuse to tell the truth, it's useless to keep your life!"
Kala Kala, the sound of the throat being crushed a little bit.
Xu Fu saw the undisguised murderous intent and cruelty in Han Ye's eyes, and the fear in his heart finally surged up.
"Don't... don't kill me... I... I said... cough cough cough!"
Han Ye let go of his hand, kicked Xu Fu's abdomen fiercely, his eyes were indescribably gloomy and cold, "Tell me, where is Little Shadow? What did you do to him?"
"No... not me... ahem, yes... yes..."
Before Xu Fu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, showing a frightened expression.
Then he lowered his head slowly and looked at his abdomen.
On his round abdomen, a sword blade gleaming with cold light pierced straight out.
With blood, yellow and greasy fat, and intestines hanging, it was extremely disgusting.
Xu Fu turned his head stiffly, and saw the two people standing behind him, with unspeakable resentment bursting out from their faces, "Black ghost envoy, white ghost envoy, I... I am so loyal to the King of Hades...why..."
boom!
The fat body fell to the ground, completely dead.
"Trash, you can't even do this little thing well. What qualifications do you have to stay in the ghost city?"
Han Ye didn't look at Xu Fu's body again, but looked at the two people not far away.
One of the two was dressed in white and the other in black, with ghost heads embroidered with silk threads of opposite colors.
Han Ye recognized that these two people were black and white ghost messengers.
Strictly speaking, the black and white ghost envoys are not considered members of the ghost market.
It's the personal confidant of every ghost city Hades.
Han Ye looked at them coldly, "You guys took Yingmei away? What do you want to do?"
The black ghost envoy and the white ghost envoy looked at each other with strange smiles.