Chapter 3970： It's her (3)

With a tight heart, he took two steps back subconsciously.

With a slightly trembling voice, he opened his mouth, "Huang Ling?"

"Huang Ying, I died terribly.

So many bullets hit me, it hurts me so much. "

Huang Ling said quietly, as if to recall the scene at that time.

"Boom Boom Boom"

Gunshots began to sound around.

The sound of bullets hitting the flesh also seemed to be clearly audible.

"I can feel those bullets hitting my body, breaking into my internal organs, and then exploding in my body.

The blood in my body is like running water, flowing from my body little by little, and then I die little by little..."

Huang Ying clenched his fist tightly, "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Hahahahaha..."

On the opposite side, Huang Ling suddenly laughed loudly, and then slowly floated towards Huang Ying.

That is really floating, not the feeling of a real person walking on the ground.

There was no sound, not even the steps of moving back and forth, but came over lightly like a ghost.

"I want to give you all the pain I have endured, so that you can feel the pain of being hit by so many bullets at the same time.

I want your sons to have a hard time dying, dig out their hearts, and let them go to **** with you. "

Huang Ying took a few quick breaths, and moved her body to the side quietly, "Huang Ling, you were the one who killed me first and kidnapped my son.

You will end up like this, you deserve it. "

"I'm right, it was you who was wrong, you killed my parents, and you killed me.

I want to kill you, I want to kill your son..."

The opposite Huang Ling roared emotionally a few times, and the light and fluttering figure suddenly accelerated, reaching out and rushing towards Huang Ying.

The wind that was brought up seemed to be mingled with bursts of blood.

Her figure quickly arrived in front of her, and Huang Ying could even clearly see the blood that kept falling down on her outstretched hands.

And the bullet hole on her forehead that was still pouring out of blood.

Huang Ying gritted his teeth and violently took out the left hand that had been hidden behind him.

Waving the vase in his hand, he slammed the figure of Huang Ling in front of him fiercely.

Unexpectedly, the vase in his hand didn't feel like it hit a person's body.

Instead, he walked directly through the figure.

At the same time, there were real suffocating sensations on her neck.

It's as if someone really was pinched to the neck with his hand.

A distorted smile appeared on Huang Ling's already horrible face.

"Don't worry, after you die, I will send your two sons down to reunite your mother and son."

Huang Ying gritted his teeth and waved the vase in his hand desperately.

He wanted to smash Huang Ling away, but he couldn't smash anything at all.

In fact, just before her vase was smashed, Huang Ying still felt that someone must be pretending to be a fool to scare her.

However, everything in front of her made her unable to explain with her common sense.

Is it really a ghost?

People have weaknesses, and even if the people in front of them are really ghosts, they will definitely have weaknesses.

Huang Ying tried her best to calm herself down, her head spinning quickly.

The suffocation in the throat became more and more serious, and her eyes began to darken again.

He can barely breathe, and even his thinking seems a lot slower.