Song Jing's face remained indifferent, and his thick eyelashes were slightly drooped, covering his eyes that had turned evilly red and were turbulent.
She has been different from other ordinary children since she was a child.
While the grandparents and parents with children in the community were still showing off that their children could talk and recite a Tang poem, she had already taught herself the primary school curriculum and had never forgotten it.
She has no interest in the toys and games that children are interested in. Instead, she follows her grandfather to learn about traditional Chinese medicine.
Song Jing knew that she remembered things very early, and she basically remembered everything after she was more than two years old.
Her parents were engaged in research and didn't spend much time at home. Instead, she and her grandfather, who opened a Chinese medicine clinic, stayed together every day.
Later, when she was six years old and it was time for her to go to elementary school, her parents suddenly came back. They spent less time going to the institute and more time with her.
Her parents began to teach her about Western medicine and genetic research, they would accompany her to climb mountains, they would personally cook delicious food for her, and she would also be called to school to apologize by the teacher because she hit a classmate at school...
This time lasted until when Song Jing was eight years old, his parents died in an accident on the winding mountain road in Daxi Mountain.
From the disappearance of "Ancient Medicine" and the section of road where the accident occurred at a time when a car accident was impossible under normal circumstances, Song Jing intuitively felt that her parents' car accident was not an accident at all.
So for the past ten years, she has been tracking down the car accident that caused her parents' accident.
Sha Manyin knew it, Yan Yaoyang knew it, and Huo Chengxuan also knew it.
It's just that at the car accident scene that year, my parents' bodies were bruised and bloody, and even their faces were so smashed that it was impossible to see their original appearance. Other things in the car were even more rotten, and everything seemed to be just a mess.
A tragic car accident.
Only a medical book "Ancient Medicine" that disappeared inexplicably became the only clue.
Song Jing had previously thought about whether someone wanted to steal "Ancient Medicine" and deliberately caused a car accident to kill her parents.
In the past, she only wanted to find the murderer and avenge her parents. But now it seems that things are not as simple as she thought before.
The death of her parents was indeed a deliberate car accident, but the other party's purpose was probably not to send "Ancient Medicine" to the Su family auction house and sell it to make money.
"Miss, we're here."
The taxi had stopped for a while, and the taxi driver noticed that Song Jing was still sitting in the back seat, so he issued a warning.
"Thank you." Song Jing came to his senses, paid and got out of the car.
The place where she got off the bus was at the beginning of an asphalt road. The surrounding area looked like a huge park, with many metasequoias planted on both sides.
There is a sign on the side of the road: Fenton Manor.
So this area is not a huge park, but the territory belonging to Fengdun Manor, which is all Huo Chengxuan's property.
Song Jing took a dagger and two rolls of straps from his backpack, threw the backpack to the side of the road, opened his mouth to bite the dagger, and tied the straps on both hands with skillful and neat techniques.
She lowered her eyes indifferently, and there was a chilly air all over her body.
At night in Fengton Manor, only the warm yellow street lights on the asphalt road were still on. Song Jing held the dagger upside down and walked expressionlessly in front of an wrought iron gate at the end of the asphalt road.
There were already bodyguards waiting behind the wrought iron gate. When they saw Song Jing arriving, they stepped forward and opened the wrought iron gate, "Miss Song, sir is waiting...ah!"
The bodyguard's neck was pierced by a dagger, and he died with a scream.
Song Jing pushed away the corpse in his hand, as if a evil spirit had come to the world, killing gods when he saw it, and killing ghosts when he saw it!
Huo Chengxuan stood at the window on the third floor, watching the girls in the yard holding daggers and killing.
"Sir, don't you need to stop Miss Song?" the man behind him asked cautiously.
"She is angry, let her vent it." Huo Chengxuan turned his jade-white wrist and gently shook the red wine glass in his hand, his eyes always falling on Song Jing in the courtyard.
In the past few years, she has not fallen behind at all in what he has taught her, and she has used it more skillfully and neatly than before.
What a relief.
The subordinates looked at their boss as if they were watching a stage play, with happy expressions on their faces and did not dare to say anything more.
In order to make Miss Song angry, Mr. Song did not get angry even though so many of his elite subordinates fell into Miss Song's hands.
"Let them keep their hands free."
The men were shocked, sir, what do you mean by this? What if their men were not serious enough and really killed Miss Song?
"They are no match for her."
Song Jing knew the structure of the human body very well, and he could kill everything with one move, neatly and decisively, without spending any extra energy.
Huo Chengxuan really liked Song Jing who was killing like this.
He watched the blood soak into Song Jing's white T-shirt bit by bit, splashing onto Song Jing's fair and beautiful cheeks, and staining the white hand wraps tied to Song Jing's hands red.
The blood gradually transformed Song Jing into his favorite blood-colored rose, which was extremely beautiful.
The subordinates did not dare to question Huo Chengxuan's order. They picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order to all the bodyguards wearing Bluetooth headsets, "Sir, I ordered you not to hold back. Whether you can survive Miss Song's knife depends on your own ability."
The bodyguards who were originally restrained and did not dare to attack Song Jing received the order and finally let go. Unfortunately, it was still to no avail.
In the end, no one dared to approach Song Jing, who was covered in blood, and they only surrounded her from a distance.
Song Jing held the bloody dagger in his hand and looked up at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor of the villa.
The bloody eyes were filled with evil redness and bloodlust.
Huo Chengxuan smiled at her from a distance, opened his mouth and said silently: Are you done venting?
Song Jing could understand what he said from the words on his lips. He slowly raised his hand and raised his middle finger at him, saying coldly: "Get down and die!"
Huo Chengxuan smiled lowly again, seeming very happy.
He handed the red wine glass in his hand to the men behind him, turned around and went downstairs to the courtyard.
He had changed out of his white shirt in the evening and wore a soft silk shirt with a high tie and lace, and paired his lower body with a pair of cotton trousers of the same color.
Her long golden hair has been untied and spread casually behind her back.
He might have been reading documents earlier, which made him even wear a pair of rimless rose gold glasses, looking like a very polite scumbag.
"Sir!" All the subordinates were shocked when they saw Huo Chengxuan walking toward Song Jing unsuspectingly.
Huo Chengxuan didn't care, he walked up to Song Jing with a smile, raised his hand and gently wiped away a trace of blood on her cheek with his fingertips, "Are you tired? Rest for a while before continuing?"
Song Jing raised the dagger and slashed at his finger. Huo Chengxuan smiled and retracted his hand, unscathed.
Huo Chengxuan smiled and shook his head, "You have such a temper. Who else but me can indulge you like this?"
"Where did the photo come from?" Song Jing ignored what he said and asked in a cold, deep voice with a bloody air.
"Do you want to know whether the photo is true or false?" Huo Chengxuan was not angry at her for ignoring her. "Come with me to a funeral tomorrow. I will tell you after the funeral."