Chapter 846 Who Is the Murderer 7

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A black shadow rushed over, but before Ning Shu could react, a silk thread was wrapped around her neck, and the black shadow tightly strangled the tough silk thread from behind.

Ning Shu tightly grasped the silk thread with both hands, the silk thread was pulled into the joints, deeply sunk into the flesh, and was still being pulled into the flesh, Ning Shu felt that the bones of her hand were about to be broken by the thread.

It's just heartbreaking.

No matter how painful it was, Ning Shu didn't dare to let go, as soon as he let go, his neck would suffer such pain, just like Mei Ziqing who was lying on the ground, half of his neck was cut off by silk thread.

The two bodies were close together, and she could even feel the hot air from behind her in her ears, and a smell of incense sticks mixed with the biting cold wind rushed into her nostrils.

"Ahem..." Ning Shu coughed, and said with difficulty: "Zhang Jiasen, it must be you."

The hand holding the silk thread paused for a while, but increased its strength again, and the thread penetrated deep into the flesh again, and the blood dripped drop by drop on the ground.

The approach of death made Ning Shu's hairs stand on end, fearful and desperate.

Ning Shu's face turned red, and she raised her foot to step on the foot of the person behind her, but was caught on her calf, and immediately felt a sharp pain.

It took only one day to come to this world, and there was no time to practice peerless martial arts. Three people died in one day, and there was no time to rest.

Now at a disadvantage, there is no chance to resist.

From the beginning to the end, the people behind him didn't speak, but Ning Shu clearly felt that he was a man. One was his strength, and the other was the angle of his neck. If he was taller than her, the silk thread would lift up slightly. The problem was the angle.

With a "squeak", the sound of opening the window suddenly sounded, Ning Shu turned her head to look at the second floor with red eyes.

There was a weak light in the room, and a black figure was standing at the window, Ning Shu coughed violently, sir, help me!

The person behind him didn't run away immediately, instead he increased his strength and pulled hard, the silk thread immediately sank deeper into the palm of his hand.

The uncle pulled out the gun from his waist and fired a shot behind Ning Shu, and the people behind Ning Shu fell to the ground with a plop.

His body twitched twice and he was out of breath.

Ning Shu immediately fell down on the snow. Before she had time to rejoice, a voice came into her soul, "No matter what grievances or enmities you have, if you have internal strife in this mission, you will be wiped out."

"I..." Ning Shu watched helplessly as the uncle took a black barrel and fired at herself, her body seemed to be fixed by some force, and she didn't even have the strength to move.

A silent force rushed into her forehead.

Ning Shu suddenly felt a huge force explode in her soul, trying to annihilate her soul, and the power of the amulet protected Ning Shu.

The pain in his soul made Ning Shu sweat profusely. When he woke up, his soul was still in pain.

Sweat poured out of his body, and Ning Shu shivered from the cold as he was blown by the cold wind. He got up from the ground and turned over the man's body to have a look.

It really was Zhang Jiasen.

His uncle, Ning Shu was so wronged that she almost burst into tears. She was almost killed, and this would be wiped out again. If it wasn't for the upgraded amulet, she would have to wait until the person died this time, and start the plot again .

The feeling of being wiped out scared Ning Shu to the point of peeing, completely annihilated, in despair and pain.

Zhang Jiasen is a bitch who harms others and does not benefit himself.

Ning Shu ruthlessly kicked Zhang Jiasen's corpse on the ground, and ran into the hall limply.

The fire in the brazier in the main room had been extinguished, Ning Shu sat on the bench and put her hands on the table.

His hands were dripping with blood, a silk thread was stuck in the flesh, the scarlet flesh was flying, Ning Shu carefully took out the thread.

This silk thread is very thin, but very tough. Where did Zhang Jiasen come from? If Zhang Jiasen possessed the original owner, then this person is also suspected.

Zhang Jiasen used silk thread to deal with her.

He knew that Zhang Jiasen would definitely take revenge on himself, and wanted to fish in troubled waters and kill himself.

Ning Shu took out the silk thread, and blood gushed out one after another. Fortunately, he exchanged for the medicine before entering the mission.

Ning Shu sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound and wrapped it with gauze, but both hands were injured, so it was very inconvenient to wrap the gauze.

"Gah!" The door of the room next to the main room opened, and Xiaolan came out feeling the wall. She moved her nose and asked, "You're hurt."

Ning Shu hummed, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand, touched the edge of the table and sat down, asking, "How did you get hurt? Are you alone?"

Ning Shu watched Xiaolan staring at a certain place, her eyes were not focused, she was clearly talking to herself, but she looked to the other side.

"One more died." Ning Shu looked at Xiaolan's expression.

Xiao Lan just pursed her lips, her reaction was very flat, Ning Shu couldn't help asking: "You are not afraid."

Xiaolan shook her head, "I can't see, I can't feel, I can't see beautiful things, and I'm also blocked from scary things."

"I know someone died, but I don't feel scared." Xiaolan said honestly.

Ning Shu didn't know what to say, Xiaolan couldn't see, she didn't even know how many people there were, and she didn't feel the loss of one or two people.

However, several people died in the family, so it is quite hearty not to be afraid.

Ning Shu took the anti-inflammatory medicine and took it, fearing that she would

tetanus.

Xiao Lan asked Ning Shu, "Are you seriously injured?"

"Fortunately, I can't die." Ning Shu said indifferently.

"Grandma told you to leave tomorrow, saying that you've provoked so much that if you don't stop dying, we will be implicated too." Xiao Lan said.

Ning Shu pursed her lips, but did not speak.

The cold wind outside the house became more rampant, whirring, and the cold wind passed through the cracks in the door and wall, and blew into the house, chilling to the bone.

Ning Shu saw that Xiaolan was not wearing enough clothes, and said, "Go to bed, it's quite cold."

"Thank you." Xiaolan stood up, stretched out her hand and groped.

"Didn't you go to the hospital to check your eyes?" Ning Shu asked aloud.

Xiao Lan touched the wall and said, "The family has no money."

Ning Shu looked at the table made of yellow pear wood. This thing is very valuable. This is not where the yellow pear wood was produced. Moreover, these few pieces of yellow pear wood made up a table. It is estimated to be a hundred-year-old tree.

This is really problematic for grandparents.

Selling this table is enough for them to go to the hospital.

Ning Shu changed her medicine twice, it was very cold in the main room, Mei Ziqing was dead, and there was no one around to talk to.

Ning Shu put two benches together, sat cross-legged on the bench and began to practice peerless martial arts.

If she had a little bit of resistance to what happened just now, she wouldn't be strangled by Zhang Jiasen, how important it is to have the ability to protect herself.

The uncle ruthlessly wiped out people with a gun, and didn't even listen to an explanation. She has no strength, but she has enough strength, and the other party doesn't bother to listen to an ant's explanation.

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