The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Although the Deng family had tried their best to suppress the attack, Zhu Yunque, one of the people involved, soon learned of the deaths of the killers.

"It seems that this operation has failed..." She muttered to herself with a frown, feeling a little uneasiness and anxiety in her heart.

She hurried back to her room and immediately called Zhu Zheng.

"Uncle, what should we do now? It seems that Deng Shentong has been prepared for this. Our plan may have been exposed." Zhu Yunque said anxiously, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Her heart was beating so hard that it seemed to jump out of her throat. Zhu Yunque's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just now, she witnessed with her own eyes the bodies of the people she had sent out, covered with a layer of black cloth, being carried out of Deng Shentong's yard.

This scene was undoubtedly a huge psychological shock to her, a woman who had been staying in the back house all year round, and she felt extremely shocked.

At the same time, she was also worried about the serious consequences that would arise if this matter was eventually found to be related to her.

After all, the Deng family is not easy to mess with. Once they find out that they are the mastermind behind the incident, they will definitely take revenge. Thinking of this, Zhu Yunque felt even more depressed and placed his hopes on Zhu Zheng.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." On the other end of the line, Zhu Zheng was rocking back and forth in a recliner with a relaxed look on his face. He half-closed his eyes and already had a plan in mind.

At his age, he still sits firmly on the throne, so he naturally won't take it lightly just because Deng Shentong is young.

Deng Shentong was not an easy character to deal with, he would never let others succeed so easily. Although on the surface he had handed the assassins over to Zhu Yunque to arrange, in fact, he had already secretly instructed these people.

The last time he explored the unknown, due to lack of adequate preparation, even though he lost some manpower, he could not be sure whether there were any secrets hidden in it. However, this time the situation was completely different.

Zhu Zheng carefully looked at the photos and information in his hands, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

These killers were destined to die anyway, but now their sacrifice can help him confirm that there is indeed a mystery, so their deaths have value.

Having made all the necessary preparations, he was not afraid that the Deng family would investigate him. In fact, there was no need for them to investigate, as the Deng family would suppress the matter themselves.

Zhu Zheng told Zhu Yunque not to worry, everything was under his control.

Zhu Yunque was somewhat relieved after hearing what Zhu Zheng said, but she was still somewhat puzzled and asked Zhu Zheng what his plan was.

Zhu Zheng smiled mysteriously and said that when the time is right, Zhu Yunque will naturally know.

Although Zhu Yunque was still a little nervous, she had no choice but to trust Zhu Zheng.

……

Zhang Yi felt like he had had a long dream.

In the dream, sometimes he remembered the time when he was the majestic Lord Chaos, and sometimes he remembered the time when he was the deputy captain beside Deng Shentong.

Various memories are intertwined, and it is hard to tell whether it is a good dream or a nightmare.

Maybe the last moment was Deng Shentong’s gentle smile, but the next second the scene switched to the cold body in the other space.

This strong contrast made him feel a sharp pain, as if his heart was torn into pieces and he almost shed tears.

He tried hard to capture those beautiful moments and wanted to stay in Deng Shentong's smile and warmth, but the dream continued to flow out of his control, bringing him back to all kinds of cruel memories.

sky.

The sky was gray and snowy, and it seemed that the scene had always been like this in the apocalypse, no different from every other day.

Until a flying white bird appeared in the sky.

This is very strange. How can birds survive in such a low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero?

He looked around curiously, but a bullet came from nowhere and suddenly pierced the heart of the white bird.

He suddenly fell silent, as if he had been pierced by a bullet.

Fall, fall, fall.

In a trance, he fell with the bird and fell into a sea of ​​pure white roses.

There was no visible boundary here, yet it made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Zhang Yi was covered in mud and looked miserable, but he still managed to climb out of the sea of ​​flowers. For some reason, an unknown force drove him to walk towards the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

The deeper he went, the richer the fragrance in the air became, and the more tempting it became, as if some mysterious force was attracting him.

Not far away, there appeared an old and solemn building that looked like a church. Zhang Yi approached the building cautiously and found that its door was already open, as if welcoming him.

He walked through the ancient door and into the spacious hall.

The hall was quiet, with only the sunlight shining through the colored glass. Zhang Yi walked slowly to the center of the hall and saw a figure in a black robe standing with his back to him, holding a thick Bible in his hands. The figure was muttering something, as if he was praying devoutly.

However, when Zhang Yi's eyes fell on the ground in the center of the hall, he could not help but be stunned. A dark coffin lay there, emitting an ominous aura. This coffin was out of tune with the surrounding environment, making people feel a chill.

Zhang Yi was instinctively afraid of things related to death, and he wanted to turn around and flee from this place. However, his legs seemed to have lost control and he walked towards the coffin on his own.

When he walked in front of the coffin, his breathing became rapid. Zhang Yi tried hard to suppress his inner fear and looked down at the scene in the coffin.

The beautiful silver-haired man lay quietly in the coffin, his face serene and peaceful, like a sleeping angel.

His skin was as white as snow, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his lips were slightly raised, as if with a hint of a smile.

Zhang Yi's body was shaking uncontrollably, and a chill spread from his head to the soles of his feet, as if his entire body was immersed in ice water.

At this moment, the man dressed as a black-robed monk suddenly turned around, took off his hood, revealing a face exactly the same as the man in the coffin.

Maybe they were originally the same person.

The man's hair fell on his shoulders like a silver waterfall, slightly curly, exuding a mysterious luster.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, the corners of his eyes were raised, and he always looked good when he smiled like this.

“What are you afraid of?”

Zhang Yi shouted and suddenly woke up from his dream. His body jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

The dream just now was so real and so terrifying that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

At this moment, a cold hand touched his forehead, and a familiar voice sounded: "Are you having a nightmare?"

Zhang Yi subconsciously turned his head to look over, only to see Deng Shentong standing beside the bed, leaning slightly to test his body temperature. His silver hair fell softly on his shoulders, gradually overlapping with the person in his dream.

He frowned and said softly, "It's a little hot. You should have a good rest. I'll call a doctor to take a look."

As he was about to pull his hand back, Zhang Yi got a little flustered and suddenly grabbed his fingertips.

"Don't go..."

Zhang Yi heard his own hoarse voice, begging humbly.

He thought Deng Shentong would scold him for looking for trouble, but unexpectedly the other party was actually moved and sat on the edge of the bed as he wished.

"What's wrong? Do you want to tell me something?"

Deng Shentong said with a smile, and showed rare patience in not withdrawing his hand.

Zhang Yi gently pulled the cold hand over and placed it on his slightly hot cheek.

He rubbed it slowly and restrainedly, and his breathing became much more cautious.

Deng Shentong's fingertips were cold, but his palms still retained a hint of warmth.

This isn't a dream, that's great.