Xiao Yuan, who looked excited, rushed to the bedroom door and reached out to grab the door handle.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the bedroom door suddenly opened automatically inward.

A cold light flashed!

Xiao Yuan subconsciously blocked it with his hands. With a severe pain, there was a bloody hole in his hand, and blood spilled on the floor.

With a scream, he staggered and retreated repeatedly.

The severe pain and scarlet blood suddenly woke up his mind, which was so excited.

Xiao Yuan looked into the bedroom with a panic look on his face.

A homeless man with a long-looking look came into his eyes.

This guy was wearing a purple rag in sauce and a long greasy shawl with curly hair.

The thick beard almost covered the black face, and the face was not clear, but the only pair of fierce eyes were impressive.

He was holding a sharp knife dripping blood in his hand, and his body was filled with a dangerous aura.

"You'd better hurry up..." Xiao Yuan covered his bloody wound. When he thought that Wen Yiqian was still watching, he could only pluck his courage to scold him.

However, before he finished speaking, the homeless man had already waved the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed him mercilessly!

Xiao Yuan hurriedly retreated and dodged, but the other party was like a mad dog. When he used the knife, he seemed to care about the consequences at all, and the knife was approaching the vital point.

In the blink of an eye, two more wounds on his body were almost scared to pee.

Ordinary criminals will at least pay attention when taking action and try not to kill people, so as not to end up badly.

But this guy in front of him was ruthless and didn't talk much, just like the King of Hell who was seeking his life, looking like he wanted to kill Xiao Yuan immediately.

"Help! Help! Kill people!" Xiao Yuan was completely scared by the madman and cried.

If he fights, he is not afraid at all, but the other party is going to kill someone!

Wen Yiqian was speechless when he saw this guy's appearance.

But he could tell that the homeless man seemed to be in a bad mood.

Even if it is a burglary, it is not a serious crime.

If you are discovered, you will be far from going to kill someone. How could you look like the guy in front of you, never ending up dead?

If this continues, Xiao Yuan may be stabbed to death!

It's too late to ask for help now.

But if Wen Yiqian goes up and fights with the other party, he will definitely not have the courage.

He stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Hey, don't hurt people, just leave if you want to leave, we won't stop you!"

As he said that, he retreated to the back of the sofa and gave way to a way to leave the main entrance.

Hearing this, the homeless man looked up at Wen Yiqian.

"Please!" Wen Yiqian shrank his neck and pointed at the open door.

The homeless man stared at the door for a while, then suddenly grabbed the knife and rushed towards Wen Yiqian.

"No, right? Brother!" Wen Yiqian complained and hurriedly ran around the sofa, "We have no grudges in the past, but we have no grudges in the past, so why bother?"

The homeless man still said nothing and stabbed it out suddenly, but was avoided by the other party. Instead, he fell to the sofa and left a hole to reveal the cotton inside.

"Brother, I really can't afford to pay!" Wen Yiqian's heart trembled when he saw this scene.

Although this knife did not stab him, it was stuck in his wallet, which made me feel heartbroken!

The homeless man ignored his deaf ears, with no fluctuations on his face, and continued to pursue his crazy pursuit.

Xiao Yuan, who was stabbed several times, quickly seized the opportunity and sneaked out the door quietly.

When he escaped to the door, he did not forget to turn back and say to Wen Yiqian: "Brother Qian, I'll go find someone to help me. You can hold on, come on, you can do it!"

After saying that, he made a gesture from Oli and disappeared at the door.

"I..." Wen Yiqian's mouthful of blood surged into his throat. Before he could even speak his dirty words, he was interrupted by a sharp knife.

"Chew~"

The knife almost wiped his body, leaving a long hole in his clothes.

Wen Yiqian was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly focused his whole body around the sofa to avoid the other party's pursuit, and at the same time he persuaded him with great thought.

"It's not good for you to kill me, go!"

"If you don't leave, the police will come. You can't even escape if you want to."

"If you leave now, you will definitely be able to escape. You don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, right?"

This kind of mentally abnormal guy doesn't get in, and the mouth that Wen Yiqian relies on for survival is completely useless.

At this time, in order to avoid the other party's fierce knife, Wen Yiqian accidentally tripped to the ground by the corner of the coffee table beside him.

In an instant, he couldn't care about that much, so he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse and start performing.

In the blink of an eye, the eyes had changed drastically.

The homeless man would not be polite. He took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward like a vicious dog, and his sharp knife in his hand brutally pierced Wen Yiqian's heart!

Wen Yiqian grabbed the blade and pressed the tip of the knife against his chest. As the homeless man continued to exert force, blood dyed his clothes red little by little.

The homeless man then folded his left hand on the handle of the right hand, pressing down with all his might, and approaching little by little.

“Hahahahaha…”

The tip of the knife pierced the flesh bit by bit, and Wen Yiqian's expression became unprecedentedly excited and laughed like a nervous person.

Even the homeless man felt a little strange and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Bang!"

Wen Yiqian raised his head and slammed his head into the homeless man's forehead!

He seemed to have no idea of ​​his head as his own, as if he was using a solid iron ball, using all his strength.

When the two foreheads collided, the powerful and dull sound made the scalp numb even if others heard it.

The eyes turned dark, the homeless man looked dazed, and his hands immediately relaxed.

"Hahaha……"

Wen Yiqian's smile became more and more crazy. He held the other person's head with both hands and once again used his forehead to hit him hard.

Time and time again, time and time again...

Blood flowed down their foreheads.

Faced with such suicide attacks, the homeless man was unable to resist, his eyes were white, his headache was split, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Wen Yiqian got up at this time, staggered a few steps, and finally stood firm.

A calm smile appeared on his face. He grabbed the long hair of the homeless man and dragged the other person to the bathroom like a dead dog.

Immediately, Wen Yiqian found another bundle of ropes, a stool and a stack of paper.

The homeless man was tied to the stool with his hands and feet in his back.

Immediately afterwards, he used a rope to fix the other person's head, so that the homeless man could only keep a stance facing upward.

"Brush~"

Wen Yiqian opened the shower head in front of the homeless man.

Under the erosion of cold water, the unconscious homeless man gradually recovered and began to struggle desperately.

Wen Yiqian smiled at the other party with one foot.

Slowly take two pieces of paper, apply it to the other person's face like a mask, and then sprinkle a little water.

The water soaked the paper a little bit and completely stuck to the homeless man's face.

The homeless man gradually felt difficulty breathing and tried to poke the paper on his face with his tongue.

But Wen Yiqian obviously would not give him this opportunity, and he focused on spreading layers of paper on his face.
Chapter completed!