noffsinger Chapter 942 The Loser Who Left with Disappointment Leaves a Note
Chapter 942 The Loser Who Left with Disappointment Leaves a Note
Chapter 942 The Loser Who Left with Disappointment Leaves a Note
Wei Shengli was shocked to hear that his own men were threatening this evil star.
If he knew that it was that subordinate who did it, he would want to find him and skin him alive.
Unfortunately, there is no time now.
The bones in his toes seemed to be broken, and the severe pain made him cry uncontrollably.
Seeing Ye Changqing slowly raise the kitchen knife again.
Look at the blade dripping with blood.
He was so scared that he yelled, "Stop... stop... please, I'll do anything you want me to do! I can tell you anything you want to know about Quemen."
Ye Changqing slowly put down the raised kitchen knife: "Isn't that the end of it?
I'll find you a pen and paper, and you write to me."
After rummaging through the drawer of the coffee table, I finally found a pen and some printed paper.
He waved to Wei Shengli, who was lying on the ground, clutching his foot and groaning in pain: "Come here, lie on the coffee table and write."
Wei Shengli said with a painful expression, "If I write it down, can you... spare my life?"
Ye Changqing looked at Wei Shengli deeply and said, "Two legs for a life.
are you willing? "
Wei Shengli was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Changqing to agree to spare his life, and he didn't expect that he would need to exchange his two legs for a chance to survive.
If Ye Changqing hadn't put forward conditions, he would never have believed it. Now he saw hope of survival.
But without two legs, I am disabled...
Is being a disabled person to live or to die?
After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision: "It is better to live a miserable life than to die.
I traded my two legs for my life!"
Ye Changqing nodded: "Okay, then you write it, I hope you don't deceive me with false information.
Otherwise, both legs would have been sacrificed in vain!"
Wei Shengli seemed to have forgotten the pain: "I will definitely give you the real news.
There is no one in this world worth my life, and they are even less worth my life.
I live only for myself!"
After saying that, he grinned and crawled to the coffee table, picked up his pen and started writing. Ye Changqing took a look at the side and found a simple list drawn on the printed paper.
First, write about the four major incense altars, the person in charge, and the headquarters location, then write about the organizational structure, number of people, and the leaders of the organization.
Twenty minutes later.
Wei Shengli pushed three pages of densely printed paper towards Ye Changqing and said, "I've written down everything I can remember.
There are some minor figures that I really can’t recall.
But it’s all real.”
Ye Changqing picked it up and took a look at it, then folded it carefully and put it in his pocket. He looked at Wei Shengli and said, "Now I will take your two legs.
It might hurt a little.
Just bear with it!
It's better to bite the roll of toilet paper on the table in your mouth to avoid biting your mouth with your teeth." Wei Shengli was terrified, feeling as if he was going to the execution ground.
But after hearing Ye Changqing's instructions, he sighed: "You are... quite a nice person.
Also reminded me to bite the toilet paper.
If I were not the Lord of Quemen, perhaps we could be friends."
The corner of Ye Changqing's eye twitched: "It's a bit early for you to say that. Actually, I just hope that when it hurts later,
You hold the toilet paper in your mouth.
There is no way to curse! "
The Lord of Quemen was stunned for a moment, staring at Ye Changqing and said, "You are a sincere person.
I am a liar.
The two of us... are water and fire... two extremes."
Ye Changqing coughed and said, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore. If we continue, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. I'm going to do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his wrist and the kitchen knife in his hand turned over.
The blade faces down and the back of the knife faces up.
The blade edge, glowing white, was chilling.
Ye Changqing slowly raised the kitchen knife.
Wei Shengli hurriedly stuffed a roll of toilet paper into his mouth, bit it hard, and closed his eyes.
waiting.
sigh~
The sword flashed.
Blood suddenly appeared.
The roar like a pig being slaughtered filled the entire room.
Well~~~
An inarticulate, extremely painful roar emanated from his blocked mouth. Wei Shengli's body trembled with pain. He opened his eyes and looked down, only to see a wound on his thigh.
It was three or four inches deep, so deep that the bones could be seen, and blood was gushing out.
Ye Changqing shook the kitchen knife in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, the knife is not sharp and a little light, it can't cut through the leg in one go.
Just bear with it!
I'll work harder and chop more!"
When Wei Shengli heard this, his eyes shot out a ferocious look like a wolf, staring at Ye Changqing as if he wanted to eat Ye Changqing.
He reached out and pulled out a roll of toilet paper from his mouth, and screamed hysterically: "Fuck your ancestors!
What the hell do you want to do? "
Ye Changqing's expression was indifferent: "I said that if I don't block your mouth, you will curse, and it turns out to be true."
As soon as he finished speaking, the knife in his hand fell down quickly.
puff~
The kitchen knife sank into his leg and blood gushed out.
Ah~~~~~
Wei Shengli screamed like a dying beast: "It hurts so much, you fucking... fuck!"
He tilted his head back, and his whole body seemed to be tense as if he had used up all his strength.
The belly is facing upwards, forming an arch bridge.
After a long time, his stomach finally settled down and he looked down tremblingly.
The knife... landed three inches below the wound.
They raised their heads and roared fiercely: "What the hell do you want to do?
Do you want to hurt me to death?" Ye Changqing said coldly: "You guessed it right, I want to hurt you to death."
Wei Shengli was furious: "You...you don't keep your word!
You lied to me! "
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Yes, I lied to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen knife in his hand fell down continuously.
It landed on Wei Shengli's legs again and again, each time in a different position.
Until Wei Shengli fainted and blood flowed all over the living room.
It was obvious that the person was dying.
He threw away the kitchen knife in his hand and muttered, "This is the retribution for being a liar!"
After saying that, he went to the kitchen to find a bucket of rapeseed oil, poured it everywhere, set the sofa on fire, closed the door and left.
The moment he walked out of the room and breathed in the fresh air, he felt like he had walked from hell into the human world.
The smell of blood, the kitchen knife, and the screams all disappeared.
Smelling the fresh air and facing the sunlight coming in through the window.
The scenes just now seemed like a dream.
He looked at the sunlight for a long time before he slowly came to his senses.
He didn't take the elevator, but walked down the stairs to the youth hostel downstairs, returned to his bed and lay down straight.
His eyes were fixed on the bed.
Only then did I discover a few words written on the bed board.
"My name is Zhang Xiaofeng. I came here to pursue my dream. Now I am an extra and earn 80 yuan a day.
But I believe I will become a big star."
Below, another line of words was written: "When I saw this sentence, I knew you failed even though I had never heard your name. I hope I am luckier than you. By the way, my name is Li Jiayuan."
"Li Jiayuan, when I came here, you had already left. I heard that you were in debt. Many people came to me to ask about you.
You have caused me so much trouble!
Wu Zhongxiang."
"Mr. Wu, you are no better than him. You borrowed money from two older sisters and didn't pay it back. You even cheated women out of their money.
I'm very lucky. The sister who lent you the money introduced me to a special actor who earns a thousand yuan a day.
I seem to see hope.
This is my first day here, my name is Wang Yue."
“I was wrong, that was a scam crew, the one thousand a day pay was a lie.
I acted for a month before I realized that the project hadn't even been approved. I heard it was a money laundering operation and they didn't care whether it was released or not.
In the end, you have to pay for food.
A liar shall not die a good death... A loser who came with hope and left with disappointment left this note. "