C5 005 the Urn Has Been Smashed

Suddenly, Hee Zheng felt a chill between his brows, and his sinister face made a clear contrast with the broken pieces on the ground. Hee Zheng looked at the white powder that covered the cabin, and tears started to roll down his face uncontrollably. He kneeled on the ground, and his entire body started to tremble uncontrollably, he could hear Qiao Peiyu's unbridled laughter. Hee Zheng's fingers moved all the ashes on the floor, and Hee Zheng suddenly heard something.

"Zheng, your mother hurts."

The sobbing female voice echoed in his ears.

Hee Zheng's eyes burned with passion as tears coursed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Hate?"

A gloomy voice came out from the bottom of his heart, Hee Zheng's eyes seemed to crack as he tightly clenched his teeth, his cheek aching from being bitten.

Qiao Peiyu's laughter and her mother's pained cries echoed in Hee Zheng's ears.

That woman, that woman who had never fought for it in her entire life, after she died, even her bone altar was destroyed.

"I hate it." Hee Zheng clenched his teeth. Bitterness, sadness, and strong hatred enveloped him, causing his expression to become fierce.

"Want to kill her?"

"Kill!" Hee Zheng suddenly raised his head, staring at Qiao Peiyu with his red eyes, he rushed forward and grabbed Qiao Peiyu by the neck.

"Uh-uh, let go of me." The other party did not seem to expect him to make such a move, grabbing his hand, Hee Zheng was already engulfed in anger and despair. He grabbed "Qiao Peiyu's" neck, and looked at the other party's increasingly pale face, and revealed a strange smile that even he did not know about.

"Kill you, kill you." Hee Zheng said as he increased his strength.

"Put..." "Let go …" A faint cry for help came from the bottom of his hand.

Hee Zheng turned a deaf ear and stared at the other party with his red eyes, the strength in his hands increased, looking at the "Qiao Peiyu" who was struggling non-stop, joy surged out from his heart, and Hee Zheng laughed happily.

Kill, kill her.

Under the urging of the voice, Hee Zheng instead felt an unprecedented power.

Kill her!

Kill her!

Kill her!

"Break!" A loud voice exploded beside his ears like a thunderclap, the voice pierced through the spirit altar and straight to the bottom of his heart, causing Hee Zheng to tremble.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and the scenery around him changed.

"F * ck …" Boss … Fast... Save... "I …" A faint cry for help came from under his hand.

Hee Zheng shook his head and looked down. He was not holding onto any of Qiao Peiyu's seats, it was the tall and skinny man who insisted on exchanging seats with him! Hee Zheng was shocked, and quickly released his hand.

Hee Zheng subconsciously looked at the bone ash jar in his hand again. The wood lacquer box fell to the ground, and the box was placed right on the ground.

Hee Zheng quickly carried the box in his arms. He didn't notice that inside the lacquer box that he had never opened before, besides the bone ash jar, there was also a very small box. At this moment, the box rolled to the side of the man's feet.

The man lowered his head to scan his surroundings, but he didn't know how he did it. The small box actually flew straight into his hand, but no one had seen it before.

Zu Zhichong, who was about to die from the pinching, leaned on the chair and coughed fiercely, gasping for breath in a sorry state.

Hee Zheng was stunned, looking at the man in front of him, his eyes were unfocused, and he muttered: "It happened … "What is it?"