Tang Qingqian turned the corner, and after observing for a while, he moved from the emergency room to the intensive care ward.
Qin Feng changed his fate against fate and not only made Ichiro Matsumoto kneel down and become his disciple.
It even made all the Tang family members shut up completely, pretended to be concerned for a few words, and then left in despair.
The time came to 11 o'clock in the evening.
When there were only two people left in the ward, Lu Fan and Wen Lan.
Qin Feng hesitated and said: "Sister Lan, I'm sorry..."
He wanted to explain that Tang Qingqian was seriously injured and fell into coma this time, and he could not escape his involvement.
Zhang Wuji came here for himself.
Tang Qingqian was innocently implicated.
"Tell me the truth."
Wen Lan caressed the ends of her daughter's hair: "I just heard you talk about the Ziwu needle to kill poison. Are you talking about the poison in Qing Qian's body?"
She almost fainted just now, and when she was dying, she seemed to hear Qin Feng mention this name.
"Yes."
Qin Feng did not hide anything: "I have seen this poison before. Although it was not from the same person, the people who poisoned it are quite related."
"And they are all aimed at..."
"Qing Qian's father also died of this poison that year."
There was no emotion in Wen Lan's tone: "He was tortured for five years, and life was worse than death. Later, he wanted a blood transfusion, but halfway through the blood transfusion, he died on the operating table because his body was exhausted."
"I didn't even leave any last words."
She smiled sadly: "I was very impressed by the gray line on his arm at that time."
"I saw it every day when I wiped his body."
"It's a pity that I didn't know you at that time, otherwise, he might have had a chance to survive."
Qin Feng said nothing, feeling very shocked and complicated inside.
"Please stay with Qing Qian more, she will wake up at dawn."
Qin Feng was silent for a moment: "I'll go back and rest first."
"You won't stay?"
Wen Lan frowned slightly: "You saved Qing Qian, shouldn't you let her wake up and see you?"
"I can leave first, before she wakes up..."
"Need not."
Qin Feng shook his head: "I think it's best for her to be the first person to see you when she wakes up."
He smiled and turned to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Wen Lan was startled for a moment, then stood up and suddenly rushed forward.
From behind, he held Qin Feng's waist.
"Xiao Feng, thank you."
Their delicate bodies are pressed together.
Wen Lan's beautiful cheek sunk into Qin Feng's shoulder:
"I know you have heard a lot of rumors about me, but if I have the chance, I would like to tell you personally."
"Okay?"
Qin Feng was shocked and nodded: "Okay."
late at night.
Town square.
A black Mercedes-Benz ignored the warning sign prohibiting entry of starting cars, drove directly into the square, and then stopped in front of a closed shop.
The car door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out, looked around, then took out his keys, opened the store door, and walked in.
Yao Ji Doll Shop.
Entering the store, the young man seemed to suddenly go from midsummer to cold winter. He shivered suddenly and cursed secretly: "It's so damn cold."
Then without even turning on the lights, he walked to the back door warehouse in a familiar way, bent down and stretched out his hand, opened the secret door, and walked into the basement.
The smell of blood is overwhelming.
In the dark doll shop, there was dim light in the basement.
The man's expensive imported leather shoes stepped on the greasy floor, making a water-stained sound like walking on a muddy road with every step he took.
"Master Zhang, can you clean up your place in the future?"
"Every time I come back from your place, I have to burn my clothes and take ten baths to get rid of the smell."
"I'm Armani, and I'm worth hundreds of thousands. If you don't feel bad, I still feel bad."
Yan Zihao stood in the middle of the basement, surrounded by half-finished puppets, hair, and lifelike human arms and organs...
In front of him was an old man wearing a Southeast Asian style short coat.
His hair is sparse and bald, accompanied by rickets.
He was holding a bloody arm and gesticulating on a mutilated corpse.
"No one is dead."
"I was saved by that person."
Yan Zihao was furious when he saw the old man ignoring him:
"Didn't you say that your poisonous needle is invincible in the world and that even if the King of Heaven comes down, it won't be able to break it?"
"That loser saved the person in less than five minutes."
"There was just a little fucking blood."
He snorted coldly: "Now I seriously doubt your strength, including what you told me before, are you bragging?"
"Crack."
The broken arm was connected to the body under Yan Zihao's surprised gaze.
Naturally formed, connected by blood.
But the only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was the severed arm and corpse. There was no skin at all, it was just a bloody corpse!
"Perfect..."
The old man seemed to be admiring a work of art and couldn't help but admire:
"This is the most satisfying work of my life. I killed every organ on his body with my own hands and harvested it while he was still alive and struggling."
"In this way, the organs and blood vessels in the body will be kept in the most active state, which is the most perfect material for making living human dolls."
Yan Zihao swallowed and looked disdainfully: "So what, it's not a flesh and blood body, it doesn't look beautiful at all, who would want it..."
"I have found the perfect skin."
The old man sneered, his back was hunched and trembling, and his image was particularly strange.
