What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Zhang Qingyang took a taxi to the apartment address that Chen Tong told him.

He didn't want to come because although Chen Tong was Fatty Chen's son, he didn't have much friendship with Zhang Qingyang.

But precisely because he was Fatty Chen's son, Zhang Qingyang remembered that he had been taken care of by Fatty Chen for so long since he came to Wangjiang.

Regardless of whether the other party was worried about Zhang Youzhi or whatever, he still took good care of himself and took him to eat, drink and have fun in different ways every day.

Zhang Qingyang's visit could be regarded as a return of favor.

He came to Yi Nan's house and raised his hand to smash the door wildly.

"Boom blah blah..."

"Squeak~"

The door opened.

Before Zhang Qingyang could react, Chen Tong pulled him in, quickly closed the door and locked it.

Zhang Qingyang saw the blood all over him and asked in surprise: "What's going on with you?!"

"No...it's okay. Come in and sit down first."

Zhang Qingyang stood still and did not move.

He was not a fool. From the moment he entered the house, he noticed that something was wrong with Chen Tong's state and the atmosphere in the house!

There is a conspiracy!

"I won't go in. Where is the person who blackmailed you?" Zhang Qingyang had a bad feeling in his heart and squinted at the door.

Chen Tong's fat body blocked the door tightly.

He is less than 1.7 meters tall, weighs [-] pounds, and has a very stable chassis.

Zhang Qingyang knew that even if he exerted all his strength, he might not be able to pull him a bit.

"You... you go in and sit down first. I'll tell you after I sit down." Chen Tong said, pushing Zhang Qingyang toward the living room.

"Don't push me! I have something to say, and after I help you solve it, I still have to go to work!" Zhang Qingyang resisted with all his strength.

As a result, Chen Tong, who was like a human shield, pushed him through the corridor and came to the living room.

Chen Tong pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down quickly. I'll have a talk with you after you sit down."

"Okay, okay, I'll sit down first." After Zhang Qingyang said this, he turned around and froze on the spot.

next second.

From head to toe, the hair all over Zhang Qingyang's body suddenly exploded, and his scalp became numb.

I saw a middle-aged man with a big back lying straight on the ground, his eyes wide open, and the blood flowing from his body dyed the carpet red.

Yi Nan, on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa with disheveled hair and scars, his head lowered and silent.

"This...this..." Zhang Qingyang didn't come up with anything for a long time.

He felt that his legs were sore and weak, and he was shaking uncontrollably.

3 minutes passed.

He then turned his stiff head to look at Chen Tong, and asked with twitching corners of his mouth: "You...you killed him?"

"Um……"

"Are you fucking sick?! You've already killed people, why did you ask me to come?" Zhang Qingyang was furious, and out of fear, he punched Chen Tong in the face.

Then he opened his bows with both hands and slapped him seven or eight times.

After stopping his hand, Zhang Qingyang took a deep breath.

at this point.

He knew that he was probably on board Chen Tong's pirate ship. He must have had bad intentions when he called him here today!

"Brother Qingyang, have you...have you finished the beating?" Chen Tong was shaking all over because of nervousness, and said incoherently: "If you feel uncomfortable, you...will you stab me twice with a knife?"

"Why am I riding on my horse and stabbing you? Get away! I'm leaving!" Zhang Qingyang scolded with a sullen face.

Chen Tong bent his knees, knelt down directly to Zhang Qingyang, grabbed his trouser legs and begged: "Brother Qingyang, I don't want to go to jail, please help me, I beg you to help me!"

"Fuck you! People are fucking dead, and I'm not the Lord of Hell. How can I help you?!" Zhang Qingyang was really anxious.

"Brother Qingyang, you can definitely help me. You are from the Zhang family, and the Zhang family will definitely protect you!"

"Even if my father breaks the law, he will be sentenced. My family will protect my head?! I..." Zhang Qingyang suddenly shut up.

Seeing Chen Tong's eyes gradually turning crazy, he knew that this fat man was crazy now.

Once a person is crazy, he can really do anything.

Zhang Qingyang changed the subject and said in a softer tone: "Let's do this. You turn yourself in, and Uncle Chen and I will help you find a relationship. As long as you admit your mistakes and have a good attitude, I guarantee that you won't go to jail for too long, and I won't let you." Is it okay to suffer in prison?"

Hearing Zhang Qingyang persuade him to surrender, Chen Tong's mood collapsed: "Don't fucking lie to me!"

"I don't want to go to jail! I asked you to come here to help me exonerate myself, not to persuade me to surrender!" Chen Tong picked up the fruit knife on the ground, pointed at Zhang Qingyang, and asked crazily: "I don't I’m sending you a life, so I’m asking you, will you help me?!”

"Help! I will definitely help you!" Zhang Qingyang agreed without hesitation.

Chen Tong is crazy now. Zhang Qingyang knows that if he says something wrong or does something wrong, Chen Tong will stab him to death without hesitation.

"Don't get excited yet. How do you want me to help you?" Zhang Qingyang asked while calming Chen Tong's emotions.

Chen Tong looked at him with a vicious expression, nodded and said, "Nan Nan, pick up my phone, turn on the video and point it at him."

Sitting on the sofa, Yi Nan picked up her phone and poked it a few times before pointing the camera at Zhang Qingyang.

"Pick up the kitchen knife on the ground and hold it in your hand." Chen Tong raised the dagger and pointed at Zhang Qingyang and said.

Zhang Qingyang bit his lip and said nothing.

"I'm going to ask you to pick up the kitchen knife! Hurry up!" Chen Tong roared and took a step forward.

"Don't get excited, I'll pick it up." Zhang Qingyang had no choice but to bend down and pick up the kitchen knife and hold it in his hand.

Chen Tong glanced at the corpse of the middle-aged man with a big back and said to Zhang Qingyang: "Take the kitchen knife in your hand and chop him!"

"He's already dead, why should I chop him?" Zhang Qingyang asked, pretending not to understand.

He left fingerprints on the kitchen knife and already left a lot of shit for himself.

If he slashed Da Beitou's body with a knife now and was recorded by Yi Nan's camera, then he would be completely finished!

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!" Chen Tong was so excited that he was trembling all over.

"Okay...I'll chop it!" Zhang Qingyang gritted his teeth and glanced down at the middle-aged body with a big back.

The next moment, he suddenly swung a knife and chopped it on Chen Tong's arm.

"I'm cnm! Go to hell!" Chen Tong's eyes were red, completely ignoring the pain in his arm.

He stepped forward and put his left hand around Zhang Qingyang's back. He raised the fruit knife with his right hand and stabbed out twice randomly.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

After Chen Tong let go of his hand, Zhang Qingyang's limbs fell limply and he fell to the ground.

When Chen Tong and Yi Nan saw that the carpet was instantly stained red with Zhang Qingyang's blood, they froze on the spot, their empty eyes looking like zombies.

Zhang Qingyang used his last bit of strength to take out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Zhang Youzhi's number.

"Master...save...save me..."

"puff!"

Zhang Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the arm holding the phone weakly hit the ground, his pupils gradually dilated...