The male god Bai Yueguang has a heart for me

Chapter 319 Beautiful Brother on the Verge of Darkening (22)

Yang Zhilin didn't expect Xu Man to escape death, and those gangsters even confessed to him! !
He hated his teeth so much, but he couldn't help it. He didn't dare to show his face at the moment.

Yang Zhilin is now hiding in a small town on the outskirts of the capital. This kind of small town is not very well developed, there is not much surveillance, and some hotels don't need an ID card, so it is very convenient to hide his whereabouts.

He stole a lot of Song Yuqin's cash, and the days of fleeing were enjoyable, and occasionally he could go to the chess and card shop in the alley to play a few rounds of mahjong.

In the early hours of the night, Yang Zhilin had just finished playing mahjong and was about to go back to the hotel.

He was very lucky today and won a lot of money in a row.

In the dark alley, he was smoking a cigarette and humming as he walked.

There was a sound of light footsteps behind him.

Yang Zhilin turned his head to look, but he didn't see anyone.

He didn't take it seriously, and continued smoking and humming.

all of a sudden—

Cold hands strangled his neck from behind.

"You are Yang Zhilin?"

The man's gentle voice seemed strange and eerie for no reason in the dark night, making the soles of the feet feel chills.

"Ah, I, I..."

Yang Zhilin was so startled that he almost cried out.

Ye Ting tightened his hands instantly, Yang Zhilin's voice stopped abruptly, his face turned red because he couldn't breathe.

"Take the earliest bus tomorrow and return to the capital, you know?"

Ye Ting said to him softly.

His other hand pressed on Yang Zhilin's shoulder, and then mercilessly plunged the scalpel into his shoulder.

Yang Zhilin snorted, and just about to scream, Ye Ting tightened his grip on his neck again, almost strangling him to death.

Just when Yang Zhilin lost his mind and almost thought he was going to suffocate to death, the person behind him suddenly let go.

"Cough cough cough, you, who are you!"

His legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

Only then did he see the man's appearance clearly.

He was so handsome, with a gentle smile, and the cold moonlight fell on his face, making him more and more like a god in the sky.The thin-rimmed glasses with silver wire made him a bit cold and distant, and he was wearing an elegant and refined white shirt.

His slender hands were wearing white surgical gloves, and the slender and small scalpel shone coldly in his hands.

Yang Zhilin inexplicably felt his heart tremble and his scalp tingle.

Ye Ting bent over, picked up his chin with a scalpel, and said with a smile: "This place is a bit remote, I hope you can make it back tomorrow. If I don't hear the news of your surrender, I will be very angry."

After the words fell, before Yang Zhilin could reply, the cold light of the scalpel flashed in front of his eyes, pierced hard into his left wrist, and pinned him to the ground.

Yang Zhilin screamed, filled with deep fear, and begged for mercy: "I'll go! I will definitely surrender tomorrow!"

Ye Ting hooked his lips in satisfaction, turned and left.

Yang Zhilin looked at his back as he was slowly leaving, and clenched his fists tightly, a ruthless and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He pulled out the scalpel in his hand, got up and rushed towards Ye Ting, intending to fight to the death.

But he missed it.

The person who was still walking in front suddenly disappeared.

The dim environment instantly became eerie and weird. Yang Zhilin's face was pale, and he looked at the empty alley in disbelief.

Just as he was in a trance, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his left hand.

click.

Something fell to the ground.

It's his left hand.

Yang Zhilin clutched his hands in pain, his legs limp and collapsed on the ground.

He braced his fragile nerves and roared with red eyes, "Are you a man or a ghost! Get out!"

"Remember what I told you, if there is no news tomorrow, I will cut off your limbs and feed them to the fish."

His voice was always gentle, but it made Yang Zhilin feel creepy, his teeth were tight, and the cold sweat on his forehead was like a waterfall.

(End of this chapter)