Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

"Amnesia?"

Sparks of anger danced in Rong Zhi's pupils, and every blink seemed to be brewing the next, even more violent outburst.

He pursed his lips tightly, trying his best to control his emotions. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest rose and fell like the rough sea.

The dean suppressed his panic, his face pale, and spoke again, "Second Master, this amnesia may be temporary. So Madam Bo..."

The air around seemed to become heavy because of this emotion, so oppressive that it almost suffocated people.

Rong Zhi's brows were furrowed, forming two small hills, and his eyes were flashing with uneasiness and anxiety.

At this time, he wanted to smoke until he committed suicide.

He personally handed the thermos cup filled with ginger sugar water to Sang Yuwan.

If only he had been more alert at that time.

He took a deep breath, and as his chest rose and fell, an indescribable emotion boiled in his body.

Then, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he was using the strength of this moment to fight against the inner struggle and the invisible constraints of the outside world.

He slowly raised his clenched fist and smashed it against the wall.

There was a bloodstain on the white front.

"Second Master." The dean was startled and hurried to get the medicine box.

Rong Zhi didn't let him treat the wound. He said in a hoarse voice, "You must stay here for 24 hours. You must perform all the treatments yourself."

The dean swallowed and said, "Yes, Second Master."

"lady……"

An anxious voice came from the door.

The next second, Minglang, who had disappeared for a long time, hurried in.

He saw Sang Yuwan lying motionless on the hospital bed, and with a plop, he knelt down in front of the bed.

In an instant, tears welled up like a spring.

"Madam, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you... Madam, please wake up..."

Rong Zhi's forehead veins bulged, and he walked out without saying a word.

Each step was heavy and powerful, carrying tremendous anger.

-

Twenty minutes later.

Rong Zhi arrived at Villa No. 1308, Qingheyuan.

He walked slowly down the steps.

The dark and damp air was filled with a strong smell of mold and blood.

"Second Master, she fainted."

When the man in black saw him, he immediately went to meet him.

Rong Zhi stood on the bottom step and glanced at the woman tied to the iron frame.

Her hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, with a few strands of hair stuck together by blood. Her clothes had long been soaked with bloodstains, and those marks seemed to silently tell the painful struggle she had experienced.

The man in black looked nervous, "Second Master, I'll wake her up right away."

Rong Zhi's pupils were dark and his whole body was filled with coldness.

The man in black immediately picked up a basin of ice water and poured it over the woman's head.

"Ah..." The woman's body trembled violently and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Will you tell me or not?" The man in black picked up the silver whip and prepared to swing it at her again.

The woman's eyes widened and her lips pursed tightly.

Rong Zhi's face looked even darker in the dim light, like the sky before a storm, making people involuntarily feel an invisible pressure and uneasiness.

"You poisoned Madam Bo with the cold fragrance poison?"

A gloomy voice, as if rising slowly from the depths of the earth, carried with it an indescribable sense of oppression and heaviness. It wasn't as deafening as thunder, but it had the power to penetrate the soul, sending a chill down one's spine.

The man in black froze, "Han Xiang?"

He thought that the poison this man gave Sang Yuwan was probably the same as the one he gave Mingmei.

Unexpectedly, it was not.

The poison in Mingmei will definitely lead to death.

Although Hanxiang is also deadly, the dosage must be extremely large.

If she really wanted to kill Sang Yuwan, she could have given her some other poison.

The woman bit her lip but remained silent.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze as cold and sharp as a knife. "If you had confessed earlier, I could have saved you some suffering. Shen Yilin is dead. Old Master Shen will not live long either."

The woman's eyelashes trembled violently.

Rong Zhi's deep eyes were as cold as a pond, and there was an unquestionable cruelty flashing in his eyes.

His eyes darkened and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming an imperceptible cold arc.

"Second Master, now that we have found out the truth, there is no need to keep her." The man in black said coldly, holding the whip in his hand.

Rong Zhi's eyes were fierce, and his stern face was covered with a layer of frost, like a touch of cold silence in the winter wind. People dared not speak again, for fear of disturbing the endless haze in his heart.

Outside, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

A faint glimmer of light flashed across the distant horizon, like a premonition of the awakening of an ancient beast. Then, a low roar slowly rose from the horizon, like the beating of an ancient war drum by an invisible hand.

Rumbling--

It suddenly started raining heavily outside.

The high walls surrounding the basement were mottled and covered with moss and traces of time. Every brick and tile was stained with the smell of blood.

The air was filled with a smell of mildew and decay, evidence of the long absence of sunlight and the moisture that had quietly seeped into every corner.

Raindrops fall gently from the low eaves from time to time, making a "tick, tick" sound, which seems particularly clear in this silent environment, just like the footsteps of time, slow and heavy.

Rong Zhi glared at the woman fiercely, his eyes extremely gloomy.

"Send him to justice."

The man in black was slightly taken aback. "Second Master, that would be too easy for her. Let's just end it right away."

Rong Zhi stood in the shadows, his face hidden in the faint light, as if he had merged into the darkness. His eyes were as cold as a cold pond, emitting a cold light without any warmth.

He looked directly at the woman, as if he could see into her deepest fears and anxieties.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, outlining an imperceptible sneer. It was a kind of contempt for everything in the world, and a ruthless mockery of anyone who stood in his way.

"Only when she is brought to justice will her family see it."

His words were short and sharp, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting the air and also cutting the woman's nerves.