"Pa! Pa! Pa..."

Marshall's expression never changed from beginning to end.

Marshall looked so indifferent like an iceberg, and even there was cruelty full of his eyes.

After he refilled the soil into the pit, he worried that the soil would not be solid enough. So, he beat the soil with a shovel and stepped on the soil again. After throwing the shovel aside, he raised his head to feel the rain and wiped his face with his hand.

Finally, there was a change in his face.

Marshall hooked his lips slightly and showed a sad smile.

"Now, I should go back and it's my turn this time."

Marshall got in the car and started it.

The roar of the car, accompanied by the sound of lightning, resounded through the sky.

The black BMW X7, like a ghost, quickly turned around, bumped away from the barren land and headed for city proper of South Maine.

He believed that after the heavy rain tonight, the rain would wash away all traces of this barren land.

In the deep weeds, no one would find the pit.

Next spring, the place he destroyed would grow lush weeds again to cover everything.

However,

After Marshall left, a flash of lightning lit up that ground dug by Marshall.

In the deep weeds, a figure, like a ghost, came out.

Step by step, he stepped in the mud and came to the grave. (C) content.

"Pa!"

He lit a cigarette.

The man in black held the cigarette in his mouth and quietly picked up the shovel that Marshall had just lost.

Then, he quickly waved the shovel to dig the buried pit.

The soil was scattered around.

The soil wetted by rain became heavier.

But the man in black dug the pit very fast, even faster than Marshall.

And every time he waved the shovel, he controlled the strength very well.

Finally,

When he dug up the soil with a shovel, a bunch of wet long hair stained with the soil showed up.

The man in black lost the shovel and stepped forward quickly.

He grabbed the hair and pulled it violently.

Shirley's head came out.

However, because of being buried and suffocation, her face was very pale and her lips were black. There was a wound in the back of her head. With the rain, the blood flowed down with the soil.

The man in black calmly put his hand on Shirley's nose.

"Fortunately, she still has a breath."

With a sigh, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

The man in black dug quickly with both hands. Three minutes later, he dug Shirley out of the big pit completely.

After Shirley was put aside on the ground, the man in black vomited his cigarette butt to the ground. Looking at the unconscious Shirley on the ground, he shook his head, "Little girl, you have to be glad that the dying man just knocked you out and buried you. If he killed you directly, I couldn't save you."

The voice of the man in black was very hoarse, as if countless gravel were rubbing his throat, so that he could speak with all his strength.

After a second's pause, the man in black lit a cigarette again.

He squatted in front of Shirley.

The night was dark.

The rain was pouring down.

This scene was extremely strange and gloomy.

The man in black raised his left hand and slowly opened the clothes on Shirley's chest.

His index finger and thumb were groping for something quickly.

Finally, his index finger and thumb stopped somewhere in Shirley's chest.

"Boom!"

Then, in the rainy night, a flash of lightning lit up the night sky.

The left thumb and index finger of the man in black pressed something abruptly.

The light made the ground as bright as day.

With this powerful press, Shirley, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes.

With black eyes like jewels, she suddenly looked at the man in black.

But her eyes were empty and dull.

"You're not dead..."

The man in Black said hoarsely, "I saved you."

"I... I'm not dead?"

Shirley's pale face finally began to change.

Her eyes also quickly regained focus.

Immediately, tears filled the eyes.

Tears poured down with the rain.

At this moment, Shirley ignored the huge pain behind her head and the left hand of the man in black on her chest.

She was in the ecstasy of resurrection from the dead.

At the office of the Hughes family, Jack's words seemed to be an imperial edict and had a superior attitude. She was sentenced to death by him.

After the departure of Jack and others, Shirley, who was imprisoned in the hall, was quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

She wouldn't forget that feeling all her life.

She was like a lamb, stripped and washed clean, on the chopping board, silently waiting for the moment when the butcher's knife fell.

She was brought to this place by Marshall. She quietly heard Marshall dig the pit. She watched Marshall threw Austin down. Every sense, like a heavy fist, slowly pushed her to death.

But she couldn't resist.

Finally, she was knocked out by Marshall and buried in the soil, while she had no chance to resist.

And now, she was not dead!

No, she was dead once. But at the time of be dying, she was saved by the man in front of her.

At this time, she was in the ecstasy of resurrection from the dead.

That feeling let her excited and ecstatic, and let her have a desire to do everything for the man in front of me.

For example... Now the man's left hand was still on her chest

In her view, it was another meaning.

"I'll be yours in the future."

Shirley's eyes were watery, and she was so grateful.

The man in black slowly took his left hand away.

He said coldly with hoarse voice, "You misunderstood. I put my hand on your chest to press your acupoint and wake you, otherwise you will die after persistent coma and suffocation."

Really?

Shirley was stunned.

She looked at the man in black in disbelief.

And the next second,

The black man said some words that shocked Shirley.

The black man opened his mouth slightly and quietly made a hoarse voice, "I can help you revenge. Do you want to revenge?"

Shirley's mind was a blank and she looked dull.

She certainly knew what did the man in black mean.

It was Jack!

Jack played tricks on her and drove her away.

Tonight, Jack ruined everything she had planned.

She didn't feel sorry for the fall of the Turner family. She deliberately clung to Austin, wanted to marry into the Turner family, and wanted to live a rich life for the rest of her life. But all these disappeared, which was the most painful thing for her.

And just now, she was dying.

Anger, resentment, reluctance... All kinds of complex emotions quickly overwhelmed Shirley.

Blue veins stood out on her temples.

At this moment, with pale face, Shirley looked like a ghost, which made people feel scared.

"Of course." Shirley gritted her teeth, "I want to peel Jack's skin, pull out his tendons, drink his blood, eat his body and chew his bones!"

"No, no, no!"

The man in black shook his right index finger, and then he stepped forward, his right index finger gently across Shirley's pale but delicate skin. Hoarse voice, but at the moment, became attractive.

"I can avenge for you as long as you are willing to pay for something. Don't you want to have a rich life? After we succeed in revenge, I can satisfy your..."

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning fell over the man in black.

Shirley was stunned, her eyes twinkling. With the light, she could see that the man in black sneered and there was an interlayer at the corner of his mouth. He obviously disguised his appearance.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐