Chapter 982 Farewell

"I'm sorry for getting you into trouble. Google Search Reading" Huai Yi looked at the increasingly thin figure, his lips trembling. He didn't know if this guy would have a chance to escape if he chose to abandon himself at the beginning.

He really hoped so.

It's better than both of them dying here.

But the reality is that the illusory figure that was knocked to the ground again struggled to get up, as if sensing what Huai Yi was thinking, turned his head to look at him, and the face with unclear features actually revealed a touch of human emotion, as if saying goodbye to himself.

With the last collision, Huai Yi's induction with it was interrupted.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if a piece of him was dug out alive, and there were pictures flashing in his mind. It was Jiang Cheng holding the shaky desk lamp and resolutely going back to save Wu Shi's back.

And at the edge of the cliff of the Gawzhangde Snow Mountain, Wu squatted down and stretched out his hand to Jiang Cheng.

The door is a curse, but some people are looking for redemption in the curse.

At this moment, he understood everything, but it was too late.

Harson was already standing in front of him, with a green palm stretched out, grabbed his neck, pulled him up, and pressed him against the wall, with his feet hanging in the air. He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

His face was twisted with pain, but the eyes looking at Harson were smiling with contempt. Although he would die, they won the game in the end.

Brother Jiang and Brother Fugui would leave here alive and return to the small but warm studio. Their lives would continue in that small place that was like home.

His eyes finally dimmed, Huai Yi lowered his head and lost consciousness.

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At the same time, Wu, who was far away in another room, seemed to sense something, his arm trembled slightly, and slowly, he loosened his grip on Jiang Cheng.

Then he moved his body behind the door a little further away.

Jiang Cheng looked at Wu's eyes, but the latter subconsciously avoided him.

"Creaky--"

A friction sound came from the corridor. Jiang Cheng heard it clearly. It was a door that opened.

He reached out and grabbed the door handle. It was not until a few seconds later that Jiang Cheng had the courage to open the door a crack. Through the gap, he just saw Harson and the body he was dragging behind him.

Huai Yi was dead.

From the first time Jiang Cheng saw the body, he confirmed this fact. Huai Yi's head drooped weakly on the ground, his neck twisted, Harson broke his neck, leaving him no chance.

Anger, regret, strong revenge, wanting to cut Harson into pieces, these emotions that should have appeared were stagnant at this moment. Jiang Cheng silently watched Harson dragging Huai Yi's body. He just stood behind the door, indifferent and silent.

It was too late. No matter what he did now, he could not change the ending.

Wu stood beside him, and the two seemed to be watching a silent movie.

There was only the friction sound of dragging heavy objects in the entire corridor. Harson walked very slowly, as if he was doing all this intentionally for someone to see.

This is a bait. It is useless to snatch the body now, and you will be attacked by Harson.

Jiang Cheng is not afraid, but he thinks that if Huai Yi is still conscious, he certainly does not want to do that.

He hopes that he and Fatty can live well.

Another door not far from Jiang Cheng opened. It was also a small gap. Through the gap, you can see that the expression on half of Fatty's face gradually changed from doubt to fear, and finally swelled and turned red. A burst of uncontrollable anger finally broke out, "Huai Yi!!"

Jiang Cheng immediately opened the door and rushed out, but it was still a step too late. Fatty lifted a large vase behind the door and smashed it at Harson.

Fortunately, the vase was caught in mid-air.

"Fatty!" Jiang Cheng rushed over and hugged him, "Listen to me, don't be impulsive, Huai Yi..."

Fatty couldn't listen to Jiang Cheng's words at all. He only knew that if he didn't stop Harson, Huai Yi would be dragged away by him and taken into the room full of corpses.

"What on earth is going on?" The fat man grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm, his tongue trembling with anxiety. He couldn't figure out why Harson went to Huai Yi.

Seeing Wu Zai, the fat man's eyes showed a light of hope. He grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm, "Doctor, hurry up, let's save him, please beg him, he can save brother Huai Yi, he can do it!"

"Fatty" Jiang Cheng grabbed his shoulders, worried that if he let go, he would rush forward regardless of anything. Looking at the fat man's eyes full of expectation, Jiang Cheng really couldn't say the rest of the words.

"Too late." A line of words appeared on the wall beside the fat man. Wu just looked at him, his eyes calm and firm.

The fat man's body began to tremble.

"Fatty, cheer up. Huaiyi...he's dead. He's in the second room. He lied to us." Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at Huaiyi's body, his voice choked, "If he was still conscious, he definitely wouldn't want to see you like this. He wanted the two of us to live well."

"Dead..." Fatty's body suddenly staggered back, and Jiang Cheng grabbed him to prevent him from falling.

Looking at Huaiyi's motionless body, Fatty took a long time to accept this fact. Big tears flowed from his eyes. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

The two followed behind Harsen, watching him drag Huaiyi's body away from the corridor to the stairs. Every time Huaiyi's body hit the stairs, Fatty's shoulders shook.

The fat man didn't know what he was doing. He was completely dragged by the doctor. His mind was blank, and only the words "he's dead" kept echoing.

Wu followed the two people. The fat man stumbled and walked. Jiang Cheng supported him. Looking at the two people's lost and distraught appearance, he didn't get too close because he couldn't do anything.

When they came to the corridor on the third floor, as expected, a door appeared at the end of the corridor.

The moment he saw the door, Jiang Cheng was stunned, and then an indescribable anger and regret surged in his heart. The door was not on the wall at the end, at least not to be precise.

It was in the painting.

The old oil painting hanging on the wall.

Now Jiang Cheng finally realized where the strange sense of familiarity came from when facing the painting left by the psychic. It was the oil painting in front of him!

The two paintings are almost the same. The only difference is that this painting is larger. More importantly, this painting is hung upside down on the wall, and it is covered with a layer of dust. He didn't recognize it.

If he had been more serious at that time, he might have understood the mystery and Huai Yi would not have died.

But now, it was too late to say anything. He could only watch as Halson dragged Huai Yi's body into the painting and walked into the dark wooden door.

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