Huangfu Yue sneered in her heart.

To her, getting rid of a silver-faced man was a major problem.

At this time, Shangguan Qianyu and "Yan Qingrui" had already entered the house first, and Huangfu Yue was only a little behind. But suddenly, both of them stopped and their faces were a little ugly.

Huangfu Yue looked at "Yan Qingrui" with contempt and said, "I'm not afraid." If you really want to see the corpse, you still dare not take this step after all, right?

I really don’t know what Brother Qianyu likes this woman. No matter what background, nature, or the benefits she can bring to him, she is far better than Yan Qingrui. The only thing she can compete with her is her appearance.

No, she is not as beautiful as herself.

Huangfu Yue pretended to be gentle and said, "Miss Yan, why not take a break outside for a while? This place is bloody and it was not originally the place you should come!"

As she said that, she walked past the two of them with a sense of superiority and entered the room.

There was some mold in the room, the things inside were already very worn, and there was no bed quilt on the bed, but they were covered with some hay.

On the haystack, a man in black was lying silently.

There is a layer of dust on the ground in the room, and you can see the messy footprints in front of the bed, and there are two other rows, those entering and those who go out.

This is also what Di Mingchen said, and there was a basis for the "Silver-faced Guard" who sent her here and finally abandoned her.

The man on the bed was dressed in men's clothes, but when he got closer, he could still see that he was a woman with a black scarf covering her face and a bloody wound on her heart. The wound seemed to have been formed by a gun-tip weapon that had been turned around for half a circle.

Huangfu Yue's eyes fell on the wound, and she remembered it very clearly. When she stabbed her, the silver-faced man swung over and then kicked her.

Yes, this is the injury. A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips and said with a cold smile: "Silver-faced man, you have today too!"

Shangguan Qianyu said in a deep voice: "Is he really a silver-faced man..."

His voice was a little low, concealing a hint of tremolo in his voice. He didn't dare to come forward just now because he was afraid that if it was true, he would not be able to accept the result.

When Huangfu Yue saw him asking, she immediately smiled and said, "That's right, it's her! The wound on her body was hurt by my own hands last night, so it's not wrong!"

With a thud, something sounded.

Huangfu Yue suddenly felt her scalp numb, and that feeling was like... murderous intent? She suddenly turned around and saw "Yan Qingrui" clenched the door frame with one hand, her face turned pale, her body trembled, and she was trembling.

Shangguan Qianyu held her with one hand, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it. There seemed to be something else in that gloomy look.

Huangfu Yue's eyes turned and fell on his hand holding "Yan Qingrui"'s arm. A dark color flashed through his eyes, and a hint of gloating came from his tone: "Miss Yan, I have reminded you that not everyone has the courage to see it. Now I'm scared, so I'm sorry."

Shangguan Qianyu was not so much holding Su Zixian, but rather holding her. Just now, when Huangfu Yue said that this was a silver-faced man and the wound was her own hands, Su Zixian jumped up and wanted to fight her desperately.

But Shangguan Qianyu quickly pressed down with quick eyes and hands.
Chapter completed!