Chapter 633 North Tilt, Your Legs...

A group of guards rushed out from the door and fought with Hua Yinong and the others. Hua Yinong's body was slender, and she easily dodged the attack. She punched several guards down, turned her head and shouted at Shen Zhiyu: "You first Go in and see if anyone is inside!"

"it is good."

Under the cover of Hua Yinong and the bodyguard's door, Shen Zhiyu rushed in, walked down the stairs in the dark, and then came to the dark and damp basement, with a bloody smell coming over his face.

Shen Zhiyu looked around as he walked forward, when he suddenly caught sight of a figure in the corner, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The boy leaned against the corner, with his head drooping weakly, his thin body curled up tightly, his clothes torn, and the scars all over his body exposed. Because there was no treatment, his flesh was ripped apart and stained with yellow pus.

Almost instantly, Shen Zhiyu's heart stopped suddenly. Looking at the appalling scene in front of him, the people in the corner couldn't even be imagined as that once proud young man.

Is he still alive?

Shen Zhiyu's eyes were red, and his voice was trembling, as if he was afraid of scaring him, he called out cautiously: "North tilt..."

Hearing this call, the boy's head moved for a moment, and then he raised it up unsteadily, revealing a pale face covered with purple scars, and looked at Shen Zhiyu with a pair of slack pupils, for a long time, The dark eyes were finally lit up.

He recognized it, it was Teacher Shen!

Having endured so much pain and suffering, Xia Beiqing never cried much, but the moment he saw Shen Zhiyu again, his tears seemed to break a bank, and he couldn't help but pour out, one after another, patter patter Hit it down.

Xia Beiqing opened his lips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. He could only mouth those three words silently.

"Teacher Shen..."

Shen Zhiyu rushed over in a few steps, knelt down beside Xia Beiqing with a plop, hugged Xia Beiqing tightly in his arms, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"North tilt...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xia Beiqing couldn't cry and could only curl up in his arms, his body trembling violently.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqing's back lightly, and all he felt were scars.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll take you home now."

Shen Zhiyu let go of Xia Beiqing, trying to pull Xia Beiqing up, but found that Xia Beiqing hadn't moved. He looked up suspiciously, but met the young man's desperate eyes.

A bad premonition welled up in my heart.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqing's lower body, and suddenly saw a pair of deformed and bent legs, lying on the cold ground, the whole trousers were soaked in blood, which should have been a pair of slender and straight legs.

Why... why did it become like this?

Shen Zhiyu's pupils behind the lenses shook, and he opened his mouth, as if he could no longer hear his own voice.

"North tilt, your leg's..."

Xia Beiqing couldn't say a word, only tears remained.

At this time, Hua Yinong rushed into the basement, and when she saw Xia Beiqing in the corner, she was also stunned by this scene. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Mu Chenbi, that bastard!"

How could a person be tortured into such a state.

"It's okay, I'll carry you back, your leg can be healed." Shen Zhiyu didn't know whether he was comforting Xia Beiqing or himself, he squatted down in front of Xia Beiqing and let his hands cling to his neck, and leaned Xia Bei on his back.

On the other side, in the suburban forest.

Huo Baiyuan and Yun Ci were still standing facing each other.