Lin Qiangwei was shocked by him. As soon as her hand relaxed, her son broke free from her hand.

"Wow...wuwu...brother, brother, go quickly, go quickly, my sister is upstairs, my sister is about to die, there is a lot of blood, a lot of blood...um..."

Lin Qiangwei was stunned, and immediately covered her son's mouth in a hurry. She widened her eyes and looked at Lin Zefeng in panic, who also had her eyes widened.

His eyes, which were more frightened than hers, revealed an incredible look, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

What? Sister? Yang Ruoyan? About to die?

It was difficult for him to add these terms and conclusions together at once. Could it be that the blood on Yang Ruoyu's body came from Yang Ruoyan's body?

Questions that bombarded his mind emerged one after another. He glanced blankly at the corner of the coffee table, then frowned and looked at Xiaoyu, who was covered by Lin Qiangwei. He even recalled the panic-looking man when he first came in.

The servant took a bucket and a mop and ran away when he saw him, and his head suddenly went blank.

He turned around and glanced at the stairs. Without thinking much, he ran upstairs, taking three steps at a time and two steps at a time, feeling very anxious.

Upstairs, there were many similar doors on the white walls. She didn't know which room Yang Ruoyan was in.

It was just that he was so restless that he didn't have time to go down and ask again.

I hurriedly pushed open the first door, which was the study room. I ran two steps and kicked open the second door, which was the master bedroom...

After opening four or five doors in a row, I saw a disheveled, or rather ragged, woman lying quietly on a large bed in a guest room.

Her legs were hanging weakly on the ground, her stockings were torn and tattered, revealing shocking wounds, and dried blood stained the bedsheets, making people tremble with fear.

As he got closer, he discovered that there was more blood on the area where her head was pressed, and her scattered hair covered her scarred face.

Looking aside, Lin Zefeng took a breath of surprise, was this Yang Ruoyan? She was the Yang Ruoyan who had just been thrown on the road by him?

Her head was swollen like a pig's head, and her original beautiful appearance was no longer there. Her fair face was covered in bruises, redness, and blood stains.

The whip marks that made people feel chilly were gripping him and his heart was trembling. His lips were white and there was no blood at all. Is this person still alive?

He would never have imagined that in just over an hour, what kind of hellish catastrophe had she gone through to change her beyond recognition to this point?

"What a bastard, a beast, worse than a beast."

Lin Zefeng roared angrily, and took a look at her nose. It was hot and still breathing. He opened her eyes and took a look. The eyeballs that should have been white were filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes. Fortunately, the pupils were not astigmatism, at least they were sure.

The person is still alive.

"Yang Ruoyan, Yang Ruoyan, wake up, can you still speak?"

He gently patted his cheek and called out, not daring to touch it even slightly. With so many wounds, how painful would it be if there was still feeling?

"Well... let's go... I... leave..."

Yang Ruoyan regained a sense of consciousness. In his dull eyes, he turned his eyes without knowing the direction. He weakly stretched out his arms and pointed in the direction of the door, trying to support him, but he didn't even speak clearly before falling in.

In total darkness.

"Yang Ruoyan, Yang Ruoyan..."

He held her hand that was about to collapse, pulled her up, wrapped her hand around his neck, picked her up horizontally, and hurried downstairs.
Chapter completed!