Although he doesn’t know how she found out, when she learned that her son was under Xiao Zheng’s control, she arranged the place like this. As for the exact purpose, Xiao Zheng has no idea.
Shouldn’t she have arranged a large number of people here to take care of him? To rescue her son? Why does it seem like everyone has already left?
The light outside was very dim, and inside the villa, it grew even darker, until it was almost pitch black.
Wang Zixin felt increasingly frightened in his heart; after thinking for a mont, he walked over to the side and reached for the light switch in the hall, pressing it with his hand.
The sound of clicking echoed, Wang Zixin flipped the switch several tis in his hand, yet the light in the living room still did not co on.
The electricity in the entire villa had actually been cut off.
Xiao Zheng felt even more uncomfortable in his heart. He turned his head to look at Wang Zixin in the darkness and said, "Stop wasting your energy, stay by my side and don’t wander off."
Fan Longzhou beside him also looked at the scene in front of him with confusion, not knowing what was happening.
Xiao Zheng led Wang Zixin around the rooms surrounding the living room, carefully inspecting each one, yet they still found nothing, and the residential areas within the villa were equally devoid of people.
Could it be that the place was robbed? But the decorations and arrangents in the living room and surrounding rooms were still in a state of silence, untouched by anyone.
Xiao Zheng inexplicably grew a bit irritable. He held up Fan Longzhou in his hand and coldly asked, "Where is your mother’s bedroom?"
Fan Longzhou dared not hesitate. Though everything felt strange, upon hearing Xiao Zheng’s question, he hurriedly pointed out the direction to Xiao Zheng.
After Xiao Zheng turned him into a human stick, he thoroughly understood that Xiao Zheng was not afraid of the so-called family power behind him.
This kind of person could kill him with ease.
After directing Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng took Wang Zixin with him and followed the direction pointed out to the second floor.
After making several turns, they arrived at the door of a large bedroom.
Just like before, the door of the bedroom was also open, and Xiao Zheng slightly furrowed his brows, directly stepping inside.
Originally, he thought this bedroom, like the other surrounding rooms, would be empty. However, the scene before him startled Xiao Zheng.
In front of the window stood a chair. Though the outside light wasn’t good, Xiao Zheng could still see clearly: a woman was sitting in the chair, facing away from him, looking out the window without moving.
"Mom, save , save , mom!" Held in Xiao Zheng’s hand, Fan Longzhou simply raised his head and, glancing briefly, began shouting loudly.
This ti, Xiao Zheng did not stop him, letting him shout, but Xiao Zheng realized that the woman remained sitting there unmoved, as if she hadn’t noticed their arrival, and seemingly hadn’t heard her son’s cries.
Even Xiao Zheng, who hadn’t seen Yang Qinghua many tis, could recognize her back, let alone her son.
So, since there’s no mistake, what is Yang Qinghua doing here?
And so far, no matter how loudly Fan Longzhou shouted, Yang Qinghua had no reaction whatsoever.
Xiao Zheng furrowed his brows slightly, thinking for a mont, then said: "I’m sorry for what I did to your son. I won’t kill you today; I just need to know where Alin Zhen Suo is."
After saying this, Xiao Zheng patiently awaited a response, but Yang Qinghua remained motionless in the chair.
Xiao Zheng furrowed his brows slightly, feeling more peculiar, but after thinking for a mont, he decided to step forward and take a closer look at the scene before him. Even if it was a set-up, Xiao Zheng was not worried at all.
With absolute power, Xiao Zheng could ensure that he wouldn’t be affected by any plots or sches.
He casually dropped Fan Longzhou at his feet, reminding Wang Zixin beside him to take care of Fan Longzhou, then Xiao Zheng started walking towards Yang Qinghua, who was seated in the chair.
Soon, Xiao Zheng arrived behind Yang Qinghua. Because the distance was close enough, Xiao Zheng could see more clearly.
Earlier, he had always felt that Yang Qinghua was sitting there motionless; only when he walked behind her did Xiao Zheng notice that her skin was wriggling strangely beneath her clothes. Though the movent was not large, Xiao Zheng, keenly observant, imdiately detected it.
Xiao Zheng’s eyebrow twitched slightly; a strong sense of unease surged forth.
This feeling ca from nowhere, but Xiao Zheng did not ignore it. Sotis, as a Martial Artist, such feelings are highly accurate; one might prepare to retreat upon sensing sothing amiss.
Though he still didn’t know what was happening, based on past experiences, whenever such feelings arose, Xiao Zheng would face a great crisis.
It was precisely due to such feelings that Xiao Zheng escaped death countless tis.
But this ti, it seed he was too late.
Just as Xiao Zheng was preparing to leave, he noticed Yang Qinghua slowly turning her head to look at him.
This was in a strangely unnatural position; Yang Qinghua’s body remained stationary, only her neck and head turned towards him.
For a normal person, it would be impossible to turn one’s neck at such an angle, yet Yang Qinghua had managed to do it!
But the head that turned made Xiao Zheng’s hair stand on end.
For it wasn’t a normal human head, and after turning, there wasn’t a human face, but instead, densely covered with so unknown black objects that were wriggling rapidly.
Xiao Zheng inhaled sharply; the appearance and feeling of what he saw made him sick at heart.
After distinguishing it slightly, Xiao Zheng recognized that the wriggling things were actually tiny insects, and due to their size, he hadn’t noticed them before.
All these tiny insects crowded together and continuously wriggled to form a head; Xiao Zheng suddenly recalled sothing, abruptly looking at Yang Qinghua’s body.
On closer inspection, Xiao Zheng realized that the figure looking like Yang Qinghua from the back wasn’t Yang Qinghua at all. Beneath the identical clothes was a collection of tiny insects, crowded together to form a human figure sitting here.
This was incredibly horrific, just how many insects must have been used to create such a sight?
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