The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Crazy smashing sounds could be heard in this house that had not been occupied for many years.

There was even the sound of windows breaking.

The residents of the surrounding buildings were so startled that they poked their heads out of the balconies.

Aren’t there a lot of people living in the building next door? !The walls are cracked and will be demolished at the end of the month.

But the terrifying sound of smashing did come from inside, and there was no human voice.

A middle-aged woman stood on the balcony and listened carefully for a long time. Then she turned around and called in a low voice to the man who was busy eating in the room: "Old Deng! Come and listen, is there someone next door?"

A man named Lao Deng came over impatiently holding a bowl, "The next door has been empty for hundreds of years, where did this movement come from?"

"Then where did this sound come from? Do you want to call the police?"

Lao Deng made a disinterested "ouch" and pointed to the dangerous building next door with his chopsticks. "Why call the police? Someone is doing renovations. If you look at it a few decades ago, this kind of movement next door was common, and it still exists now, so it must be Haunted.”

He stretched his neck to scare his mother-in-law without saying anything, but was slapped away.

"Go, go, you said something scary."

Lao Deng took a mouthful of rice and said, "Why am I lying to you? When your husband was ten years old, there was a family next door that beat people every day. The sound could be heard from a mile away, and the screams were more penetrating than the murders." .”

"Ah?!" The woman was kind-hearted and frowned upon hearing this, "Then no one is taking care of this?"

"How should we control him? That man is a psycho! He has mental problems, is addicted to eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling and pornography. He is a perverted and violent maniac. Even the police can't control him."

Lao Deng lowered his voice and raised his chin towards the next door.

"I'm telling you, his wife was beaten to death by him and thrown downstairs. When the body was taken out, her bones were as soft as noodles and her brains were all out!"

"Ho-!"

The woman heard this and covered her heart. The empty building next door that she had seen for several years seemed particularly eerie and terrifying at this moment, making her heart beat inexplicably.

"Let's go, let's go back to the house to eat." Lao Deng turned around with the bowl in hand.

Unexpectedly, the woman said "Hoo!" again.

"What's the matter, I'm surprised."

The woman grabbed her man and pointed to the red light coming from nowhere next door with shaking fingers, "You, you, you - look! There is a ghost!!!"

"What the hell——"

Lao Deng looked over impatiently, his eyes widening immediately!

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the balconies and windows on the second floor of the empty building next door burst out with a blazing red light, accompanied by thick smoke that became more and more prosperous.

It almost complements the fireworks that are constantly exploding in the sky.

"Holy shit! This is on fucking fire! Call the police! Call the police quickly!!!"

...

In the unfinished building in a remote suburb of Jingzhou, no one knows what's in the basement.

The iron door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Bai Sheng strode in, covered in gunpowder smoke.

The child squatted in the corner holding his knees, with fear on his face. Before he could hide, he was picked up by his collar and pressed against the wall.

"Give you another chance, do you want to kill him?"

His face kept coming closer and his voice was so rough that it was almost inaudible.

Like an evil ghost from hell, the trembling eyeballs revealed a creepy dark light.

The child's frightened black eyes widened, and he did not speak. A small sound of struggle came from his throat.

His two small hands tried to grab the hand holding his collar, but they encountered the skinny, bumpy and horrible touch.

Like dry twigs.

He couldn't help but lower his eyes and screamed in fright at the terrifying, inhuman hands in front of him.

"Ah!... let go, let me go!"

The short legs struggled in mid-air.

Bai Sheng's lips grinned evilly, and his twisted hands like dead branches pulled the little boy's green hair hard, "Listen, I'm in a bad mood right now, you'd better answer honestly and according to my wishes."

"Do you want to kill him? With the method I teach you, you can kill him with your own hands within three years..."

The little boy looked only about six years old, with fear in his eyes, and he just kept screaming and repeating: "I want to go home, I want my mother!"

"Go home? Where is your mother? There is only your dear father~the father who beats you every day until you die."

Bai Sheng smiled evilly and kept hissing like a madman.

"Have you forgotten who saved you? Mom can't save you, the police can't save you, only me..."

"Do you know why no one has found you here for so long? Kid, your dad gave you to me. Do you hate him? Do you want to kill him?"

The muscles on his face trembled ferociously, but the sound like a broken gong was made very softly.

"Do you want to know how the kid in front of you got out of here?"

"Because they woke up."

……

-

"Xiao Jingchuan~"

"Jingchuan Jingchuan~"

"Brother Jingchuan?"

"Husband, please say something~"

Tang Jiao bit into an imported melon-flavored cone and wandered around the huge villa with his slippers on his hands.

The voice is clear, with a lazy tail, and the search for people is a bit perfunctory and slow.

From the first floor to the second floor, I stood at the stairs on the third floor and looked around. Then I followed the external ladder and went down to the swimming pool from the back, but there was no one there.

His dark almond-shaped eyes rolled around. Tang Jiao took a big bite of the crispy cone and turned around to walk in the other direction.

The man bent his long and strong legs backwards, and his lean and strong back rose steadily as he bent his elbows to pull the bar.

Biceps brachii, trapezius, teres major, latissimus dorsi...

The very clear muscle lines are simply the best display material for the human back muscles.

Tang Jiao leaned against the gym door, admiring Xiao Jingchuan's fitness.

Slender, lean, and full of power, it is really pleasing to the eye...

She rolled her eyes, opened her mouth and bit the cone, freed her hand to take out her phone, zoomed in and out of the camera, focused on the standard material, and took pictures.

"Crack."

Xiao Jingchuan made a move.

With strong arms, he completed the last pull-up movement. As soon as his hands were released, his tall and tall body fell to the ground easily, and he turned his head to look at the door.

A smile appeared on his handsome face covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his voice was almost unnoticeable with a slight gasp, which was extremely magnetic.

"woke up."

Tang Jiao waved her palms at him with crooked eyes, like a lucky cat.

Xiao Jingchuan casually grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, and walked over.

Tang Jiao suddenly stretched out his hand, "Wait!"

She held up her phone and took pictures of Xiao Jingchuan's front.

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his head and looked at his body. He was covered in sweat and laughed: "What are you doing taking pictures of?"

"The purpose of reviewing the muscle distribution of the human body."

Tang Jiao answered quickly and with great integrity.

The hand holding half the cone also directed, "Take the towel away."

Xiao Jingchuan smiled helplessly and threw the towel into the dirty clothes basket.

With a handsome and expressionless face, he raised his arms like a bodybuilder.

The whole body's core exerts strength, and the muscles covered with porcelain white skin tighten and burst into perfection.