Chapter 939 Treatment

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The sound of sharp high heels echoed in the empty corridor. A girl with a delicate face walked quickly, with a trace of imperceptible anxiety on her face.

At the end of the corridor is an old wooden door with mottled light green paint left on it.

Without knocking on the door, the girl just pushed the door straight in. In the last century style room, there was an old man with gray hair. The moment she saw the old man, the girl's eyes turned red and her voice trembled, "Uncle Gong …”

After not seeing each other for a few days, Gong Zhe had aged a lot. His eye sockets were sunken and his skin was strangely pale, as if the blood had been drained. "Girl, you are here." Gong Zhe said with a smile.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, but failed and fell back again. Xia Meng took a few steps quickly, supported him, helped him pick up the pillow, and let him sit up with his upper body and lean on it.

Looking at Xia Meng who was trying not to cry, Gong Zhe stretched out his hand, touched her head, and said softly: "Girl, don't cry. Uncle Gong knows his body well, and it won't be a problem for a few more years."

Xia Meng gritted her teeth, "It's all those people's fault. If they hadn't begged Uncle Gong for your help, how could you have done this?"

Hearing this, Gong Zhe shook his head and glanced at the desk not far away. Xia Meng understood that Uncle Gong wanted to tell her to be careful when speaking here because there was a bug in the room.

The superiors have always been wary of people like them. After all, from the moment they carried the door on their backs, they were on a path of no return.

Especially people like Gong Zhe who may be attacked at any time.

In the building where Gong Zhe is located, apart from the necessary doctors and guards, he is the only one. .

It's called treatment, but it's actually imprisonment.

"That's right." Xia Meng wiped her tears and mysteriously took out a paper bag from her clothes. After opening the paper bag, there was a piece of red paper inside, "Uncle Gong, please quickly absorb this contract and everything will be fine." Get up." Xia Meng looked at Gong Zhe with eyes full of concern, which she had spent a lot of money to get.

After seeing the red contract, Gong Zhe's eyes suddenly became intense and even turned scarlet for a while, but he restrained himself and forced himself to look away. It took a long time to calm down again, "Thank you very much, girl." Gong Zhe smiled. He smiled and said, "Just keep this contract. I'm fine now and I don't need to swallow the new door yet."

Hearing what Gong Zhe said, Xia Meng relaxed a little. Devouring a new door, especially this blood-red door, was tantamount to drinking poison to quench her thirst.

If Gong Zhe could still hold on physically, she wouldn't want Gong Zhe to do this.

Fortunately, the worst case scenario she feared did not happen.

"Uncle Gong, who hurt you like this?" Xia Meng frowned and asked. She didn't know much about the actions Gong Zhe participated in, but she also knew that besides Gong Zhe, there were also two people in Crimson , and many disciples, this is a quite powerful force.

After a moment of silence, Gong Zhe breathed out softly, "The presiding judge, the candle bearer, and another person whose identity I can't figure out yet, but he is very powerful."

"If it weren't for him, at least one of the presiding judge and the candle bearer would be left behind." A very arrogant sentence, but it came out of Gong Zhe's mouth very naturally, as if he was just stating the facts.

Gu Jie

"The person who can stop Uncle Gong won't be an unknown person. When did there be such a master among the night watchmen again?" Xia Meng fell into deep thought.

Compared to the night watchmen, their Xia family's intelligence work was in a mess. They even didn't realize that hidden stakes were buried around them, and they needed Crimson to remind them. Thinking of this, Xia Meng was so angry that she wanted to kill Qin Lan. Dig out and whip the corpse.

"It doesn't look like someone from the Night Watch." Gong Zhe shook his head slowly, and after a moment, he said thoughtfully: "Maybe...it comes from Crimson."

"Crimson?" Xia Meng's eyes paused, and she asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gong, can you recognize who it is?"

"I'm not sure. He was wearing a mask. I didn't see his face the whole time. It's just that his ability is very special. Although he concealed it very well, I vaguely think I've seen it somewhere." After Gong Zhe finished speaking, He stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, then shook his head, "Forget it, this matter will be clarified sooner or later. Someone is more anxious than us."

"Didi didi."

A sound like an alarm sounded in the room, and it gradually became faster.

This was the reminder sound for the end of the visit. After hearing it, Xia Meng's eyes flashed with anger, "These bastards..."

Gong Zhe looked at Xia Meng indifferently, "They think my condition is unstable and it's normal to monitor me. It would be abnormal if they were willing to let me walk around."

"Girl, you go back first." Gong Zhe pursed his lips and reminded: "Take care of yourself. If something happens, think more about it. You are now the person in charge of the family, so you must learn to control your temper."

"I understand, Uncle Gong, you have to take care of yourself. I will come to pick you up when your condition is stable." Xia Meng held Gong Zhe's hand and couldn't bear to let go.

Gong Zhe looked at the girl growing up in front of him, smiled and patted her hand, "Let's go."

It wasn't until Xia Meng left the room and the sharp sound of high heels disappeared in the corridor that the beeping sound stopped. Gong Zhe lay back on the bed again, turned his head and stared at the paper bag wrapped in red paper.

His physical condition was worse than imagined. He could clearly feel that the thing inside the door was ready to move, and the illusory door seemed to be coming out of his body.

There was a voice constantly bewitching him in his ears, bewitching him to swallow the red paper, so that he would get amazing power and nothing could stop him.

Even something as illusory as fate could be cut off with one knife.

But he knew better that as long as he did that, the extreme power would expand and gradually devour him, and he would completely lose the last bit of his consciousness and become a walking corpse that only knew how to kill.

Gong Zhe retracted his sight and closed his eyes. A beautiful woman emerged in the boundless darkness. The woman was smiling at him, holding a handsome boy in her hand.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the blood dripped onto the pillow, like concentrated acid, burning black holes one by one, and the room was filled with an indescribable smell.

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In the studio, the heartless days continued.

It has been almost a week since the last time I went out, and the old bus tickets are still in the pockets of several people, without any movement. Once the fat man drank too much, he actually took out the ticket and clamored to burn it with a lighter.

Huai Yi seemed to be infected by the fat man's momentum. He stepped on the sofa and cheered him loudly. However, after discovering that the fat man was holding his ticket, the two almost fought.