She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu choked. How could she be stubborn?

"Fat brother, you guys stay and help him, I can go back by myself."

Although she was worried about Yan Zhan, she also knew that the subsequent events were not something she, an outsider, could participate in.

"Sister, how dare we let you go back alone? Your uncle will scold me to death, right?"

After Fatty Sun finished speaking, he began to wonder what was wrong.

Why is he inexplicably a generation younger than the Third Master?

This little girl, isn’t she the daughter of the Yan family? Why does she call me uncle?

"Then I'll trouble you, Fatty." Manshu stopped being pretentious and said, "Then I'll get off the car and say hello to Uncle San and leave?"

"Don't!"

Before Fatty Sun could stop him, Manshu had already opened the door and got out of the car.

"Third Uncle?" Manshu walked towards Yan Zhan.

"do not come!"

Yan Zhan had his back to Manshu and immediately stopped her when he heard her voice.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Manshu knew that the two people just now were furious.

I came here mentally prepared.

She had seen the scene of blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and she felt nauseous physically.

"vomit……"

Manshu ran to the side of the road and vomited all over the place.

Yan Zhan chased after her, frowned, and wanted to pat her on the back, but stopped halfway through his hand.

He was close to the two men and some of the water splashed on him.

So Yan Zhan returned to the Bentley and took the water from the trunk.

He first washed his hands with mineral water, then took a bottle and handed it to Manshu.

Before handing it to her, I unscrewed the bottle cap for her.

Manshu took the water and gulped it down. After drinking most of the bottle of water, he temporarily suppressed the nausea.

When she felt a little better, Yan Zhan said, "I'll let Fatty Sun take you back."

"it is good."

Manshu's face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked in very bad condition.

Yan Zhan wanted to send her back personally, but he had to change his clothes first.

It would be better to let Fatty Sun send the person back first.

It was almost dawn now, and Fat Sun sent Manshu to his doorstep before leaving.

Manshu went back, took a bath, and fell asleep on the bed.

When I fell asleep, I vaguely dreamed of the scene in my previous life where I was tied to an iron bed by Gu Zimo and Yan Siyu.

No matter how she struggled, all she could see were two faces.

Gu Zimo folded his arms and looked at her indifferently, while Yan Siyu held the scalpel and laughed shrilly.

The two of them became her nightmare.

She somehow broke free from the ropes while they were not paying attention, and ran out barefoot, bleeding profusely.

Running and running in the mountains and forests...

No matter how she ran, Gu Zimo and Yan Siyu always followed behind her.

Until the flash flood broke out, there was a flash flood in front of me and two demons behind me.

Manshu didn't know whether he should stand there and wait to be drowned by the mountain torrent, or retreat and fall into the trap.

At this moment, the voice of a third person appeared.

"Manshu?"

It’s Uncle San!

Manshu desperately ran towards the direction where Yan Zhan appeared: "Third Uncle, save me!"

Yan Zhan looked at the little girl lying on the bed with a red face and sweat on her forehead. She was struggling desperately in her sleep, muttering to herself.

He called out several times but failed to wake the person up.

Yan Zhan moved closer and finally heard her calling him and asking for help.

He frowned. Was the little girl having a nightmare?

In her dream, Manshu saw herself being drowned by the mountain torrent, while Gu Zimo and Yan Siyu watched coldly. She had no time to grab the hand that Yan Zhan extended to her.

Wake up suddenly!

"Uncle Three!"

Manshu’s last cry was particularly shrill.