Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Chapter 492

A living person, the young man who called him ‘uncle’ last month, who longed to earn money and go home to build a house for his parents... died like this...

"Dead...how could he be dead?"

Taoist Master Chongyang was stunned for a while, and his eye circles slowly turned red. Then he came to his senses, got up from the ground, and even though he was covered in dust, he didn't bother to take pictures, and knelt down directly to Su Qiao.

"Master, fairy! Although my nephew has a bad mind, he is very kind! When he sees a wild dog on the roadside when he is eating, he will give it a bite! A person like him will not make enemies with others! Who would hate him? To...want to kill him?!" Taoist Master Chongyang became more and more sad and angry as he spoke. He kowtowed to Su Qiao and begged, "Xiangu, I know you are capable. Please help me figure out who killed Yang Guang... ... Let him die with peace of mind! And where is his body? He will not be seen alive, but he will be buried with his body after death..."

"..."

Su Qiao remained silent.

She silently looked at the photo in her hand. From Yang Guang's face and horoscope, she had roughly calculated his short life.

Taoist Chongyang was right, Yang Guang was indeed a kind-hearted young man.

Judging from the horoscope, Yang Guang should have experienced some accidents and diseases during his childhood, which caused him to lose his wisdom at an early age, that is, he has a bad brain.

This also destined that he would not have any great improvement in his life, and he would not be able to achieve wealth and prosperity.

But even so, Yang Guang is always content and happy, with a pure nature. He should have lived a happy life...

His death was a disaster.

Su Qiao placed Yang Guang's hair on his photo, covered it with his hand, closed his eyes, and entered a state of spiritual resonance...

She saw some broken pictures and felt the boy's despair and suffocating pain before his death.

Su Qiao opened her eyes suddenly, and the suffocation she felt caused her already pale face to become even more bloodless...

"Fairy!"

"Madam! Are you okay?" The bodyguard in black next to him was also startled. If Madam had lost a hair, they wouldn't have to mess around...

"It's okay." Su Qiao glanced at him and said, "Please let the helicopter wait for a moment. I have to leave later."

She has to take care of this matter.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Chongyang's eyes suddenly lit up and he saw hope!

"Xiangu, you are willing to help! Thank you Xiangu, I kowtow to you on behalf of his parents!"

"Stop knocking." Su Qiao bent over to help. The two tall bodyguards next to him moved faster. One to the left and the other to the right, they directly lifted up the Chongyang Taoist priest who weighed more than [-] pounds, as if he was holding a fat dog. quail.

"Find Yang Guang's body first."

After Su Qiao finished speaking, he turned around and got into the car.

Taoist Chongyang wanted to follow, but was stopped by the bodyguard.

"You sit in the back one."

"Hey, good!"

Su Qiao reported her address, and then she took out her mobile phone and called Shen Xiujin.

She knew Shen Xiujin's temper.

In front of her, he would not say a harsh word, but to others, he was like the living king of hell, and he could kill with just one look.

She had better call him and explain to him, lest these bodyguards get scolded by Shen Xiujin in vain because of her.

But the strange thing is that the bell rang for a long time and no one answered it.

Su Qiao didn't think much about it.

After all, Shen Xiujin was so busy with work, he was probably in meetings again.

She sent a message...

Imperial City, Peninsula Apartments.

It was still the torture room, with no light, only a pale lamp on the ceiling. Under the cold white light, Shen Xiujin sat on the electric chair.

His hands and feet were immobilized, his unusually handsome face was pale from the bone-gnawing pain, and the veins in his neck were bulging.

Shen Xiujin raised her head, cold sweat sliding down her neck.

In fact, the pain is not the most unbearable thing.

But Shen Xiujin discovered that this kind of backlash would cause him to hallucinate, and for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion...

He never allowed himself to lose control, so he tied himself to the chair.

When Wen Tingxuan arrived, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Brother Shen, you are..."

"Stop fucking talking nonsense..." Shen Xiujin looked up at him, her sharp eyes showing a hint of trance, and he urged in a hoarse voice, "Hurry!"

"Oh!" Wen Tingxuan came to his senses and immediately took out the latest and most powerful painkillers from the medicine box he carried with him, rushed over and injected Shen Xiujin!

After the drug enters the body, it gradually takes effect.

Shen Xiujin's tense body slowly relaxed.

He raised his bloodless face and leaned back on the chair to relax.

Sweat-dampened black hair stuck to his forehead, Shen Xiujin closed her eyes tightly, her long eyebrows were slightly wrinkled on her handsome face, and the thin shirt fabric was absorbed by sweat and stuck to her body, clearly depicting the man's tight muscles. With his low and depressed breathing rising and falling, it seemed as if his clothes could be ripped open at any time.

The two contradictory temperaments of danger and fragility are perfectly integrated in Shen Xiujin at this moment...

Wen Tingxuan, a man, couldn't help but blush and his heart beat.

He knew Brother Shen was handsome, but he didn't expect him to be so handsome...

Wen Tingxuan couldn't help but look down at himself.

Damn it, you have to throw it away when comparing goods, and you have to die when comparing people...