Chapter 630

A group of guards came out from the door and fought with Hua Yinong. Hua Yinong was delicate and easily escaped the attack. He knocked down several guards with one punch, turned his head and yelled at Shen Zhiyu: "go ahead and see if people are in it!"

"Good."

Under the cover of Hua Yinong and his bodyguard, Shen Zhiyu rushes into the door, walks down the stairs in the dark, and then comes to the dark and damp basement, where a bloody smell comes to his face.

As Shen Zhiyu walked forward, he looked around. His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner. He suddenly stopped.

The young man leaned against the corner of the wall, his head drooping powerlessly and his thin body curled up tightly. His clothes were ragged and his wounds were exposed. Because of no treatment, his skin and flesh were rotten and stained with yellow pus.

Almost instantaneously, Shen Zhiyu's heart stopped suddenly. Looking at the terrible scene in front of him, people in the corner can't even think of the proud young man.

Is he still alive?

Shen Zhiyu's eyes were red and his voice trembled, as if he was afraid of scaring him. He carefully called out: "incline to the North..."

Hearing this call, the young man's head moved for a while. Then, he lifted it up, revealing a pale face covered with blue and purple scars. With a pair of lax eyes, he turned to Shen Zhiyu. For a long time, the dim fundus was finally lit up.

He recognized it. It's Mr. Shen!

After so much pain and suffering, Xia Beiqing didn't cry much, but when he saw Shen Zhiyu again, his tears seemed to burst the dike, and he couldn't help pouring out, one by one, slapping down.

Xia Beiqing opened his lips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound, so he could only shout the three words silently.

"Mr. Shen..."

Shen Zhiyu rushed to Xia Beiqing's side with a plop. He held Xia Beiqing tightly in his arms. His tears also fell down his cheek.

"North leaning... Sorry..."

The Summer North inclines to cry not to make a sound, can only shrink in his bosom, the body violently trembles.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqing's back and felt all the scars.

"It's OK. It's OK. I'll take you home now."

Shen Zhiyu releases Xia Beiqing and tries to pull him up, only to find that Xia Beiqing doesn't move. He looks up in doubt, but bumps into the boy's desperate eyes.

A bad feeling came to me.

Shen Zhiyu leaned down toward Xia Bei and saw a pair of crooked legs lying on the cold ground. His whole pants were soaked with blood. They should have been a pair of long and straight legs.

Why... Why did this happen?

Shen Zhiyu's pupil behind the lens shakes and opens his mouth, as if he can't hear his own voice.

"Lean north, your legs are..."

Xia Beiqing couldn't say a word, only tears left.

At this time, Hua Yinong rushes into the basement. When he sees Xia Beiqing in the corner, he is also shocked by this scene. He clenches his fists and says: "I'm an asshole

How can you torture a person like this.

"It's OK. I'll carry you back. My leg can be cured." Shen Zhiyu didn't know whether he was comforting Xia Beiqing or himself. He squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing, let his hand hold his neck, and then carried Xia Beiqing up.

On the other side, in the country forest.

Huo Baiyuan and Yunci are still standing face to face.