If the business woman does not help the poor, the villain's dream of prosperity will be shatter

Qin Shu's face was pale, but her eyes were more determined than ever before.

She looked at Zhang Hui and asked calmly and coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

What do you mean?

Zhang Hui was stunned, watching Qin Shu stand up from the ground, walk to the people who had been killed in the room before, bend down and pick up a sword from the ground.

Then come back to him.

Zhang Hui struggled hard, but the ropes on his body became tighter and tighter.

Qin Shu took the sword in her hand, tried the feel, and pointed the tip of the sword at Zhang Hui's heart.

Zhang Hui then felt the fear spreading from the bottom of his heart. He struggled desperately and shouted loudly: "What do you want to do?"

Qin Shu smiled silently and slowly lowered the sword.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the fabric, cut through the skin, and with sharp pain, it slowly and coldly and mercilessly pierced into his heart.

As nonchalant as the cruel and ruthless woman in front of him.

Zhang Hui gritted his teeth and his face turned purple.

Sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, and he struggled and cried out in pain, "You, stop! You dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?"

The tip of the sword had pierced his heart, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhang Hui looked ferocious, and shouted with all his strength: "If you dare to kill me, Zhang Zongguan will find out and will not let you go!"

Qin Shu had a blank expression on her face. She held the sword with both hands and stabbed it down hard.

As the sword entered her body, the blood spurted higher and higher, and the warm and smelly blood sprayed onto Qin Shu's pale face.

She looked at Zhang Hui's gradually dimming eyes, like an emotionless machine, and said mechanically and indifferently: "There are many people who will not let me go, and he is not a big deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted the hilt of the sword in his hand with force.

Zhang Hui exhaled slowly, and after a few violent convulsions, he finally died.

Fu Rong heard the noise, opened the door and rushed in.

He saw Qin Shu kneeling on the ground, holding the sword in both hands, with most of the sword already embedded in Zhang Hui's body.

Zhang Hui's eyes were wide open, and he was already dead.

Blood splattered all over Qin Shu's face, revealing an extremely tragic picture on her jade-like face.

The pair of obsidian eyes opened wide and looked over here.

No fear, no panic, no confusion...

That firm, resolute look, full of courage and determination, seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Fu Ying's heart suddenly ached violently.

He closed the door, walked gently to Qin Shu, half-knelt on the ground, and took her hand away from the hilt of the sword.

Then he took out a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood on her face bit by bit.

There was no unnecessary expression on his face, he didn't say a word about whether it was right or not, and he didn't even tell Qin Shu that he could do it for her.

Qin Shu's eyes turned slightly and she struggled to stand up.

Without hesitation, Fu Yan grabbed her waist and lifted her up from the ground.

Qin Shu slowly exhaled, chuckled again, and said silently: "Thank you!"

the second!

Fu Rong looked into Qin Shu's eyes carefully and asked cautiously, "Do you want to go back now?"

Qin Shu glanced at the ground.

Fu Ying immediately said: "Let them handle these."

They are referring to the men in black outside.

Qin Shu nodded and said softly, "There are two more."

Although Qin Shu didn't explain it clearly, Fu Ying knew who she was talking about.

Fu Ying held Qin Shu's hand and whispered, "We have already inquired about that place. There are only a few ordinary farmers and Liu Yinghua and her son living there. I will take you there."

By this time it was completely dark.

The wind started to blow outside, and only a small half-moon was left, moving quickly through the huge dark clouds, bringing a few moments of light occasionally into the pitch-black night.

Fu Ying took Qin Shu and quickly shuttled between the fields and the woods.

The farmers had been busy all day and had already rested at this time.

Liu Yinghua began to feel flustered and uneasy since it got dark.

Zhang Hui took his men out and has not returned yet.

Ever since she brought Wen'er to the farm, Zhang Hui threw them and their son into this woodshed.

If they are needed, they will be sent over for questioning. If they are not needed, they will be left here and ignored.

They had wine and meat all day long, and ate and drank, but they only treated the mother and son like dogs, occasionally throwing a few black vegetable dumplings to them.

You can’t eat enough, but you won’t starve to death.

Liu Yinghua was so angry that she could only spit in private, cursing them to drink themselves to death or choke to death on the meat.

But she hoped that Zhang Zhuangtou would quickly capture that dead girl, torture her to the utmost and then kill that bitch!

Liu Yinghua felt extremely happy when she thought about what that dead girl was about to face.

Even the faint stench emanating from the body and the lice multiplying wildly in the hair became less unbearable.

Qin Anwen was dizzy from her spinning and couldn't help complaining: "Mom, can you stop for a while? I feel uncomfortable."

When Liu Yinghua heard this, she rushed over, hugged her son's head, and asked repeatedly: "Son, why are you feeling uncomfortable again? Is it because of the old injury caused by that damn girl?"

She gnashed her teeth and said in hatred: "Don't worry, mother will definitely avenge our family this time! That bitch, Zhang Zhuangtou will not let her have an easy life! When she dies, we can go home..."

"Then Second Aunt may be disappointed!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a man and a woman walked in at the same time.

When Liu Yinghua heard this voice, her scalp exploded. Without thinking, she jumped up and rushed forward, "Bitch! I'm going to kill you..."

Fu Ying raised his leg and kicked him in the chest.

Before Liu Yinghua could pounce on Qin Shu, she was kicked back and hit her head against the wall, instantly fainting.

Qin Anwen's angry expression froze in an instant.

He looked at Qin Shu in horror, feeling that the current Qin Shu was no longer the gentle and easy-to-bully cousin she used to be.

The way she looked at him seemed strange to him.

So strange that it’s scary!

Qin Shu looked at him coldly and whispered, "Master Fu."

Fu Rong slowly walked up to Qin Anwen, and tapped him a few times under Qin Anwen's angry gaze.

Qin Anwen found himself unable to move!

He opened his mouth to curse, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

Fear was like a tide, instantly drowning him.

He lay on the ground, watching his cousin, who was always smiling in the past, light a small candle with a cold face and put it in the pile of firewood beside him.

They lived in the woodshed on the farm, which was filled with stacks of firewood and piles of straw.

In order to keep warm, Liu Yinghua piled most of the soft firewood under them...

The candle base was unstable and fell onto the firewood.

A piece of firewood was ignited, and quickly ignited more firewood around it.

In an instant it turned into a raging fire.

Qin Anwen looked at his cousin with extreme indifference and turned away, closing the door tightly.

He tried desperately to wake up his mother, but after a long time he couldn't make a sound.

The fire spread very quickly, and the entire woodshed was engulfed in flames in less than ten breaths.

However, this woodshed has no windows, only a wooden door.

There were blazing flames inside, and thick smoke billowing out from the cracks in the door, but the farmers who were sleeping in other courtyards were unaware of it...