There was blood everywhere inside the wall. Song Jing, with his hat on his head, squatted in front of the middle-aged man's body, with blood dripping from his long white fingertips and palms.
"Song Jing!" Shi Yan rushed up immediately and hugged him into his arms, his voice trembling, "Song Jing, can you hear me?"
Song Jing's bloody fingertips trembled, and after a while he spoke, his voice hoarse and broken.
"I'm fine."
Shi Yan hugged her tightly.
Song Jing took off his mask, spit out the blood in his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and spoke in a low and deep voice.
"Don't worry."
"This life is mine, no one can control it beyond me!"
"Okay." Shi Yan's voice was still trembling. He had never felt fear so deeply in his life, "Baby, I want to check something about you, can you check it out?"
"Don't check." Song Jing lifted his hat and looked up at him, his eyes still filled with evil red. "Ask me whatever you want to know. I'll tell you everything I can tell you."
"Why are you like this?" Shi Yan looked down at her.
The little girl was already pale, but her face turned even paler now, which made the oppressive evil red in her eyes extremely dazzling. Such forbearance pierced Shi Yan's heart like a sharp knife.
He wished that all the abnormalities in the little girl would be transferred to him.
She is so tolerant that she doesn't even care about life or death. What on earth could force her to do this!
Shi Yan's eyes were red with distress, and he lowered his head and pressed it against Song Jing's forehead, "Tell me, I want to know. I want to pull it out!"
Song Jing shook his head, put his arms around his neck, turned around and hugged him, "Don't cry, I don't feel uncomfortable."
"Shi Yan, don't cry."
"I don't feel any pain at first. When you cry, I feel so much pain."
Shi Yan hugged her tightly, wishing to squeeze her into his own flesh and blood.
Song Jing buried her face in his neck, took a deep breath, and let the breath that belonged to Shi Yan completely envelope her, gradually calming down the bloodthirsty and manic boiling in her blood.
After a while, Song Jing's breath gradually became smooth and long.
Shi Yan relaxed slightly and turned his head to look at her.
The little girl had fallen asleep peacefully in his arms, her little face as pale as rice paper.
"Master!" Jiayi and the others walked out from the side.
Shi Yan lifted Song Jing up in his arms and let Song Jing sleep in his arms, "Check! Use all the power of Feng Sheng and start investigating why she was carried wrongly!"
As far as he knew, Song Jing had already fallen into this obviously abnormal state twice.
How much did Song Jing silently restrain himself without him knowing?
He didn't have to check how many secrets Song Jing had, but he had to know this.
He has to protect his people!
A and others were shocked when they heard this.
Using all the power of Feng Sheng? That is enough power to shake Feng Country and even cause an uproar internationally.
No matter who did it to Miss Song, this time they really touched their master's side, and it is absolutely impossible for them to end well.
A suppressed the shock in his eyes, bowed his head respectfully and accepted the order, "Yes."
Shi Yan carried Song Jing back, but Xiang Wenxing and the others couldn't stop the movement of time because Lao Zheng was dead, and the battle was coming to an end.
The ordnance depot's military casualties were considerable, and military doctors had already arrived for treatment.
"Brother Yan, Sister Jing..." Xiang Wenxing was startled when he saw Song Jing being carried out, and rushed forward worriedly.
"I'm tired, I fell asleep." Shi Yan glanced at the few blood shadows of the supernatural beings who were still alive under control. The color in his eyes changed, and the powerful supernatural elements poured out instantly, in the air.
It turned into a substantial sharp blade and instantly stabbed the few people who were still alive into hedgehogs.
Xiang Wenxing was shocked. What happened when Sister Jing was cleaning up those people in the shadow of blood, which made Brother Yan so angry?
"Shi Yan, they have been controlled, you are like this..."
People with super powers in the Feng Kingdom are rare. Generally, even those who commit crimes will not be shot to death as long as they are willing to make up for their mistakes.
In the past, the superpower bureau also followed this rule, and even those who caught the blood shadow followed this rule.
Today, these people had obviously begged for mercy, but Shi Yan still shot them to death on the spot. Ming Zhengye felt something was wrong, so he opened his mouth to stop them.
"Commander Ming, I have the final say on the affairs of the Supernatural Bureau." Shi Yan said this coldly, then turned around and walked towards the guest house with Song Jing in his arms.
Xiang Wenxing knew that he still had instructions and immediately followed him.
"Xueying gave us such a big gift, and we will pay it back twice as much. If they change the boss, they will really think that they have turned into dragons."
"A loser who was deported in Borderless State now treats himself as a figure here."
"In addition, the Ordnance Department will check it out. My itinerary is kept confidential and cannot be leaked out for no reason."
"Understood." Xiang Wenxing nodded, "I will contact my relatives immediately. They will have to pay for each of these things."
Xiang Wenxing paused again and glanced at Song Jing, "Brother Yan, is Sister Jing really okay?"
Shi Yan's eyes darkened, the emotions surging inside were dark and deep, and his aura was cold and terrifying. He didn't answer, and carried Song Jing back to the guest house.
Xiang Wenxing's face tensed up and his spine felt chilly. He hadn't seen Brother Yan show such an expression for many years.
Blood Shadow is really going to be in bad luck this time.
But these idiots deserve to die, they are the troublemakers, they are everywhere!
Xiang Wenxing sighed, turned around and took out his cell phone to make a call, and started to deal with the follow-up matters.
Shi Yan carried Song Jing back to the guest house, "Baby, let me give you a bath first."
Song Jing's clothes were all covered in blood, and it was impossible to sleep like this.
She stayed silent in Shi Yan's arms, and Shi Yan took it as her acquiescence.
Shi Yan put the water on, carried her into the bathroom, gently took off her clothes, washed away the blood on her body, and then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her to the bed.
Shi Yan covered Song Jing with a quilt and was about to take off his work clothes and make a phone call to handle the follow-up matters. As soon as he took his hand out, Song Jing raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve.
She didn't open her eyes, her brows furrowed, and her fingertips holding his sleeves turned white with force.
Shi Yan's heart ached, so he sat back and gently rubbed her frown away with his fingertips, "You can sleep peacefully, I won't leave."
Song Jing still didn't let go of his fingers.
Shi Yan leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Good boy, go to sleep. I'll stay with you, and you can see me when you wake up."
Song Jing's fingers loosened slightly and fell into a deep sleep again.
Shi Yan took off his work clothes, changed his clothes, picked up his mobile phone and was about to make a call. He glanced at Song Jing who was sleeping, started a group chat, turned off the sound, and started typing to deal with the follow-up matters.
Song Jing slept peacefully, with no endless nightmares or other disturbances. The cold scent of wood lingered in her nose, which reassured her.
She didn't slowly open her eyes until her stomach growled with hunger.
Shi Yan was sitting on the bedside, still dealing with things. When he noticed that she was awake, he put down his phone and turned to look at her, "If you don't wake up hungry, I will wake you up."
He lowered his head and touched the corner of her mouth as he spoke, "Baby, after two days and two nights, you are really good at sleeping."