Chapter 1114: Injustice is the head, debt is the head (2/2)

She also has drug addiction,

In this way, she can still live and do what she has to do. It is better to be dead, and the world will be clean.

It's just that her life is really too hard, even if she doesn't eat or drink for so many days, but she is still not dead, she can hear the sound outside, and can feel the cold wind blowing on her, You can still see the window, and the light that is not very bright is cast here.

At this time a person had approached her, and his footsteps were very special, unlike the vainness of the white coat's feet, nor the yellow hair rushing around.

This is another person, and this person also has a strong smell of tobacco. This person is a smoker. He is also a smoker. He has a bad smell of cigarettes on his body. A unique taste.

There's also the feeling that Guan Fa hasn't washed for a few days.

There was still a cigarette between the **** of the man, it seemed that he was the kind of cigarette.

”You can live, maybe we will meet again next time,” the man spit out smoke, and then spit the smoke on Yan Huan's body.

”This matter has nothing to do with me,” the man continued. ”The grievances have debts and the owners have to take revenge to find him. But I am collecting money and doing things for others. Haven't you got the disease? It’s easy to avenge his family. It’s easy. Don’t tell me you don’t understand? Just use your blood.”

”And...” He took another sip of smoke, and the smell of smoke entered his throat, very comfortable, ”Forgot to tell you, our boss last time, but let us dig a woman's grave, Then she smashed her ashes, and then her bones were raised. Will this dead man also be related to you?”

Yan Huan grabbed his clothes tightly, and his breathing became severe.

The man stood up again, threw his cigarette butts on the ground, then habitually stepped on it, and also gave his soles a touch of smoke and mud.

Then he walked out in a stride without hearing the sound of the door.

As far as Huan is still lying on the ground, the wind coming in from the door, for the first time, exchanged the moist and cold air so freely, and also took away the musty smell and coldness little by little.

Yan Huan was still lying there, not knowing how long it had passed, or whether it was dark or dawn.

She stood up strenuously, but not long after standing up, she fell to the ground again.

Soon after, she got up from the ground again, and this is where she left step by step.

The wind outside hit her face for the first time, but at this time her face was already without any temperature and color, and even her heart was cold with cold, she touched her arm, She walked step by step, and occasionally fell a bit, but no matter how many times she fell, she finally stood up.

Under the street lamp, her body was almost thin and invisible. However, it was still moving forward, and the coat on his body was also filled with a lot of wind. It was almost empty, there was nothing in it, and the hair on her head was almost solidified. Even with such a strong wind, it was impossible to blow a strand of hair, like it was stuck to the scalp. same.