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There were no stars overhead, the wind seemed to have stopped, and the pitch-black wilderness became as silent as death.

Lan Jing stood on the edge of the cliff, he lit a cigarette again, and then rubbed his chin with the hand holding the gun.

The autumn rain, which had been holding back for a whole day, finally drifted down.

His face was a little wet, but he didn't know if it was rain or tears that fell unconsciously.

When Cong Lang fell, there was actually no sound, but Lan Jing seemed to hear the sound of the skull breaking when it hit the rock.

He rubbed his chin again, exhaled a puff of smoke, and used these few seconds to suppress the painful blood that was boiling in the seven orifices of his chest.

After 10 minutes, he climbed the rock and went down the cliff.

This cliff is higher than the place where he found Cong Lang last time, the vertical distance is about five meters, and then there is a 60-degree steep slope.

Such a height generally does not kill a person, of course, the premise is that the head does not touch the ground first or the opponent is not seriously injured.

Lan Jing shrank his pupils as he watched the jet-shaped pool of blood at the foot of the cliff, and then slowly descended the steep slope with his palms held together.

Not long after, his footsteps stopped, and Cong Lang was lying on a pile of rocks, his chest collapsed, blood came out of his mouth and nose, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

For a moment, all the strength in Lan Jing's body seemed to be exhausted, he couldn't control his limbs, and couldn't take a step.

After nearly 20 seconds, Lan Jing's stiff body finally moved, squatted down, and reached out to check Cong Lang's breath.

The man lying in a pool of blood really wanted to pay for Lan Jing's life. When he fell off the cliff, he didn't protect the fatal parts. At this moment, he had already exhaled more breath and less intake.

Lan Jing's heart throbbed uncontrollably with violent palpitations, but he suppressed him immediately. He reached into Cong Lang's jacket pocket, unzipped the zipper, and took out his cell phone from inside.

Lan Jing took a picture of Zhang Conglang at this moment, and then called Shen Bai.

The ambulance roared and rushed towards the Shen family's private hospital in the urban area. Shen Bai didn't have time to question anything, and rushed into the operating room with a large group of chief doctors in surgical clothes.

The red light came on, and the door of the operating room slammed shut.

Lan Jing wiped his face, and there was a thud in his ears, it was his own cold and heavy heartbeat.

Lan Jing took two steps back holding the blood-stained mobile phone, then turned around and left the hospital without looking back.

When he got outside, he held up Cong Lang's mobile phone to take a picture of the name of the hospital, and then sent it to Shu Mingcheng along with the previous photos.

Then he turned off his phone and threw it into the trash can next to him.

After finishing all this, Lan Jing went home and changed his clothes expressionlessly, then took out a double-edged saber given to him by Cong Lang from the drawer under the bookcase and put it on his waist, then returned to the hospital.

In order to celebrate the old lady's birthday, Shu Mingcheng has been in City T for the past few days. From City T to City C, it takes two and a half hours by plane.

When Shu Mingcheng arrived, the lights in the operating room were still on, and Cong Lang was still being rescued. Shen Bai said a few words to him, and then hurried back to the operating room.

Shu Mingcheng stood in the corridor with one hand on his hip with a gloomy face. He came in a hurry without a bodyguard.

At this moment, there was a life-threatening ghost holding a cold and fierce blade, approaching silently from behind him.

Instinctive perception of danger made Shu Mingcheng turn around suddenly, but it was too late, the life-wrenching sharp blade slashed down from the top of his head like a thousand pounds.

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The blade pierced into the artery, and hot blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing Lan Jing all over his body and face.

Behind him came a shrill scream with a different tone, "Killed! Killed—"

With this shout, all the nearby doctors and nurses were startled, and Lan Jing wanted to stab him again, but Shu Mingcheng had already reacted, covered his neck with one hand and jumped back.

I don't know whether it was because people rushed over or for some other reason. After the second knife failed, Lan Jing gave up the chance to directly kill Shu Mingcheng, and rushed towards the safe passage.

Hearing the commotion outside, Shen Bai hurriedly pushed open the door of the operating room, he almost went crazy when he saw that, Cong Lang's life was still hanging by a thread, and Laozi also had an accident.

And Lan Jing, who ran out of the hospital, drove home directly. He threw down the bloody dagger, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Cong Lang's grandparents, and then his body slid down the door panel and sat down. on the ground.

Lan Jing buried his face in his arms, trembling uncontrollably all over his body. In the dark room, the cruel and bloodthirsty expression on his face finally cracked, and a low laugh forced out from between his clenched teeth. , like rough iron wire scraping across the steel surface, sharp and penetrating.

But after a while, the laughter stopped, the shoulders of the person curled up on the ground shrugged, and then a low, bloody sob rang out in the quiet room.

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Shu Mingcheng was out of danger one step ahead of Cong Lang. His throat was damaged and he couldn't speak, but it didn't prevent him from using all the resources in his hands to hunt down Lan Jing.

He even paid a super high price of 3 million yuan to buy Lanjing's head.

All of a sudden, Lanjing was surrounded by dangers, and he was in danger all the time.

Lan Jing was smoking a cigarette in a hotel not far from the hospital, and he and Cong Lang couldn't go back to their home, as four or five waves of people had already been there.

Everyone was looking for him, Shu Mingcheng, Lei Shao, Xia Yin and even Jin Dao.

--Where are you?meet.

This was a message from Jin Dao to him three hours ago, with a location attached.

Lan Jing stared at the message for a long time, then he pinched his cigarette, lowered the brim of his peaked cap and went out the door quietly.

The place where Jin Dao asked him to meet was an abandoned unfinished building in the south of the city. Lan Jing walked there carefully all the way, and when he went upstairs, he quietly took out his gun.

The Golden Knife was on the seventh floor, and when Lan Jing went up, he was playing Rhythm Master with his fingers.

Seeing Lan Jing, Jin Dao raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said, "I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

Lan Jing stood still two meters away from him, and said coldly, "Why didn't I dare to come?"

Jin Dao was a little stunned, thinking that the little friend he knew might have a brain problem, and he couldn't understand such a simple truth.

He pointed to Lan Jing and then to himself, "Do you know that you are now [-] million people walking, and I am the number one killer on the list?"

"You want to kill me?" Lan Jing snorted, and retracted the gun, "After today, the number one position on your killer list will probably be changed."

Jin Dao clapped his hands, "I just like your confidence."

As he said that, he took out a kraft paper bag from his arms and threw it to Lan Jing, "The new ID card, bank card, passport... are all here. There are 5000 million in the card, and the secret is your birthday."

"After I'm dead, Lao Shu should send someone to chase you down. Go find Jin Dao, and he will help you."

Lan Jing remembered what Cong Lang said that night, and it turned out that what he said was true.

No matter when Lan Jing knew the truth, he had already planned a way out for Lan Jing for today's ending.

"Let's go," Jin Dao raised his chin, looking at Lan Jing who was silent with his lips tightly pressed together, "We are short on time."

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, he didn't know what he was thinking while holding the brown paper bag. After a long silence, he raised his head and said to the people in front of him, "I won't go."