Chapter 1789 (1/2)

At a long distance, Chen CE saw the whiteness of his knuckles at a glance.

I don't know when my back has been bent.

Suddenly, like the rickety old man.

Vicissitudes of life, dead.

Lost the vitality that should have.

Chen Qifang stepped lightly and came to Master Chu's side. He called softly, ”master, let me come.”

In any case, it was too cruel for him to let him uncover the white cloth by himself.

In case of lying down, it's really

Chen CE did not dare to continue to think about it. He squatted down beside Master Chu, holding the white cloth in his hands and just about to uncover it.

Wrists, tighten quickly.

On his side, Master Chu's profile was firm, taut and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing: ”I'll come.”

Chen CE's eyes fell on the back of his hand, which was full of blue tendons due to excessive exertion. He pursed his lips and finally released his hand.

Young master Chu closed his eyes and his heart beat like a drum, but in a moment, it beat slowly like death.

The cold rises from the bottom of the feet and spreads all over the body.

It's summer and the sun is blazing.

But he felt as cold as an ice cellar, frozen all over, which made him shiver.

In a trance, he shook his hands and slowly opened a corner of the white cloth

The stench came, and the body was covered with black hair and sewage.

When Master Chu's hand shook, the white cloth almost fell from his hand. He clenched his teeth, his eyes were red and ready to crack, and he continued to uncover it.

Maybe it's too long to soak in the sewer, the body has been swollen, and the face is puffy to see the original face.

The clothes on the body are exactly the same as those on the night of yan'i's disappearance.

There is a voice in his heart to tell him, no, this is his bun.