King Crazy Game

Liang Xihe's phone rang. She was stunned for a moment before answering it: "Brother Qingning."

“Look ahead.

Liang Xijin looked forward as he spoke, and saw Lin Zicheng and Shen Qingning at the hospital gate not far away.

"Xihe," Shen Qingning waved at her, "Protect yourself."

"Well..." Liang Xihe held the phone and looked at Liang Xijin, "Brother Qingning, I... I only have my brother, I... I will also protect my brother."

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, Liang Xijin and Liang Xihe slowly moved to the hospital entrance. Passersby saw the grand scene and slowed down their pace, trying to see what was happening.

Across the crowd, Lin Zicheng took off his glasses, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved: "I wonder if the other party's target is Liang Xijin or Liang Xihe?"

"Maybe... it's us too." Shen Qingning put his hand on Lin Zicheng's shoulder, "In this game, we are not absolutely safe."

A high-end luxury car stopped at the door, and Liang Xijin slowly got out of the wheelchair with the help of Ma Guan.

"Brother!" Before Liang Xihe could finish her words, a cold light came quickly. In a flash, Liang Xihe didn't have time to think about what it was. She just instinctively stood in front of Liang Xijin. The cold touch of metal penetrated her abdomen, and then the intense pain slowly dissipated. Liang Xijin pushed away the crown, hugged Liang Xihe, and looked at the opposite side in disbelief.

A man in black bodyguard clothing pulled out a long knife from somewhere and stabbed it into Liang Xihe's abdomen, shouting hysterically: "It's all because of you, you deserve to die!"

His eyes were red and he looked mentally abnormal. He pulled and tugged hard, and pulled the knife back. He waved the bloody knife like a mad demon, and turned to rush towards the crowd who were standing there.

The people who had gathered to watch the excitement suddenly realized that this person was abnormal, and they ran for their lives with screams, except for a few brave warriors who hid in the corner and held up their mobile phones to take pictures. They pushed and shoved, and ran around, forming a perfect human wall to block the other bodyguards who were at a loss.

Shen Qingning's blood rushed to his head and he ran after him without thinking. After running more than ten meters, he turned back to look at Lin Zicheng.

Lin Zicheng stood not far from the scene, facing Shen Qingning, with no one around him. He looked coldly at Liang Xijin holding the bloody Liang Xihe, glanced at Shen Qingning, and turned to nod at him.

For a moment, Shen Qingning felt that Lin Zicheng knew from the beginning that Liang Xihe would die. However, he had no time to think about it. Seeing the man with a knife passing through the crowd and about to run to the opposite road, he quickly pushed through the crowd and chased after him.

Liang Xijin was holding Liang Xihe, slumped beside the wheelchair with a dazed look on his face. Suddenly, he was picked up by Han Shuyi.

"You said you wouldn't hurt Xihe!" Han Shuyi screamed in grief.

Liang Xijin looked at him with lifeless eyes, opened his mouth, and the blood on his hands dripped onto the ground.

"Shuyi, Xihe may have injured his internal organs. He is bleeding heavily in his abdomen and may be in danger of death." Lin Zicheng came over at some point and said in a cold and hurried tone. "If you still want to save Xihe, call the best emergency personnel in this hospital immediately. Liang Xijin, I know you are not injured at all, so you'd better stop playing dumb."

Han Shuyi paused, let go of Liang Xijin, and then as if waking up from a dream, he picked up the phone in panic.

Liang Xihe was like a mermaid whose belly had been ripped open, her skirt stained red with blood, and her body twisted on the ground a few times out of instinct. A circle of people surrounded them, and no one dared to act rashly, and the blood flowed more and more. Lin Zicheng heard Han Shuyi calling people incoherently, and watched him throw his phone to the ground, and glared at Liang Xijin, yelling and cursing, "You promised me not to hurt Xihe," "Are you doing this to Uncle Liang?", "Xihe didn't let you down"...

Useless and meaningless words, Lin Zicheng raised his eyelids and met Liang Xijin's gaze. Liang Xijin's eyes became increasingly dim and confused. In Lin Zicheng's eyes, he was like a frustrated avenger who had forgotten why he had acted in the first place.

The strong smell of blood rushed into Lin Zicheng's nasal cavity like a tidal wave. He felt that all the organs and even the blood in his body were boiling, and even the imprisoned memories fluctuated slightly.

In that fire, he smelled a stronger smell of blood than he did now. He raised his hand in the raging fire, wanting to grab something, and suddenly a blood-stained hand grabbed his hand.

"You can't escape."

Lin Zicheng clenched his fists tightly, and his joints made a crisp sound. He tried hard to regain his thoughts and strode away from here with his heart beating irregularly.

The emergency personnel rushed out of the hospital sweating profusely, surrounded Liang Xihe and began to perform first aid, and then carried the person away like a gust of wind. Han Shuyi and Liang Xijin followed all the way to the emergency room, waiting for the results.

Shen Qingning relied on his tall stature, long legs and excellent physical fitness to shorten the distance between him and the criminals. He shouted, "Stop! Do you really think you can escape?"

The criminal might be exhausted and his escape speed slowed down a little. Hearing this, he suddenly stopped, turned around and raised his long knife towards Lin Zicheng.

Shen Qingning was not afraid of him swinging a knife. After all, he had been practicing self-defense against knife techniques since he was a child. For him, this man with a knife who had no skills was a piece of cake. But he still didn't understand why he wanted to kill Liang Xijin or Liang Xihe. According to the previous rules of the game, he was afraid that he would explain this by suicide, so he stopped half a meter away.

"Calm down, don't be afraid." Shen Qingning tried to look at the knife-wielding man with a calm and non-aggressive gaze, trying to calm him down. "Listen to me, your stabbing behavior just now is not serious. Don't be afraid. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

The man with the knife was still in a state of stress. When he heard the words "not serious", his hands trembled violently, as if he regretted not stabbing again.

"I won't do anything to you." Shen Qingning said in a deep voice, raising his hands, "We are just curious, why did you do this? What did the Liang family do to you? The Liang family and I are not in the same group, maybe we can become partners."

The man with the knife took a step back, and his eyes on Shen Qingning gradually came back to his senses. After a moment, the manic and distorted expression on his blood-stained face gradually faded, leaving only the deep-rooted grief and indignation that turned into tears, washing away the red mark.

He was like a mute, deaf to all the sounds in this world. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

Shen Qingning tried to get closer carefully: "We still have time, don't rush, take your time, put the knife down first."

"I..." The man holding the knife seemed to have heard his words. He subconsciously lowered the tip of the knife a little and said incoherently, "I...he...they..."