A Ping's left arm was filled with blood and yin energy, and letters written in blood appeared on his arm.
Those blood letters contain resentment, anger and crazy thoughts of killing in the face of the injustice of heaven and earth.
His left arm is not made of paper, but made of flesh and blood, an arm ripped off from the body of the scholar in blood.
A Ping chased him out and saw that the fourteen-year-old beggar was about to escape back to a guest room. He pressed his left hand hard on the wall and saw bloody handprints extending rapidly from the wall.
From each bloody handprint, a skinless muscular corpse hand stretched out, like a dense spider web blocking the entire corridor, blocking the way forward of the little beggar.
“Liu Guang, you little beast, do you still recognize me? I said that even if I become a fierce soul, I will not let you three little beasts go!” A Ping couldn’t suppress the anger in his chest and shouted angrily.
Angry voices echoed on the third floor.
hey-hey
Jiejie
ulugululu
The perverted killers, monsters, resentful spirits, and corpse demons hiding on the third floor began to gradually wake up from their slumber. Some weird noises began to be heard throughout the third floor, like the sound of perverted killers frantically chopping up corpses, like the sound of monsters hiding.
The strange laughter in the darkness was like the sound of arms struggling when the wall was cracking, or the sound of someone walking on the fourth floor above...
The faces that I can't forget day and night, I force myself to remember every enemy's face every day, the hatred accumulated day after day bursts out at this moment, my child, daddy has avenged you,
At this moment, Aping, who was blinded by hatred, ignored these strange movements in the outside world. His eyes only stared at the fourteen-year-old beggar in front of him who sneered coldly at him.
咚!
咚!
咚!
The heart of the heart exposed on the chest is burdened with weight and self-blame every time it beats. At this moment, it beats heavier and heavier, and large streams of heart-blood spurt out.
His heart bleeds every day.
Weeping in grief for his unborn child.
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"Ah! You beasts! Why are you lying to me? I have already given you all the money. Why do you still want to kill my wife and children? You beasts who repay kindness with revenge! I curse you to not have a good death! You are only fourteen years old.
Why are you so evil-hearted! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all useless to me, I couldn't save you, why! Why! Why do you, God, treat us so unfairly as we two are so dedicated to kindness!"
A Ping's hands and feet were tied up. His eyes were splitting as he looked at his wife who fell in a pool of blood and died tragically after her belly was cut open with a kitchen knife. The blood soaked his wife's skirt and legs red. There was only blood red color left in his eyes. He cried.
Heartbreaking and heartbreaking.
With his hands and feet tied, he struggled desperately and arched his body to reach his wife, heartbroken.
The woman lying in a pool of blood had her eyes wide open, and tears of blood were shed from the corners of her eyes whose muscles were torn due to pain. Even though she died tragically and fell in a pool of blood, she still looked at her child with deep reluctance in her eyes.
The direction her eyes were looking was exactly at the fetus that had been dissected alive from her belly. The fetus was still in the hand of the murderer, dripping with blood, and covered with blood, both the fetus' own blood and the mother's blood.
The fetus was only four or five months old, and its body was curled up and not yet fully grown, but it died not long after leaving the mother's body.
Tick tock
Tick tock
A large amount of blood dripped down the murderer's hands and from the fetus.
Those are three little beggars of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Chuan, chop off one of his fingers." Among the three little beggars, a fourteen-year-old beggar was biting the steamed bun in his mouth and counting the coins on the table, listening to the chatter in his ears.
He said in an impatient tone.
His!
ah!
But the pain of having a finger cut off is not one percent as painful as the murder of his wife and children.
The grief-stricken Aping continued to curse and burst into tears. It was not because of the physical pain of having his fingers broken off, but because of the regret, self-blame, and helplessness that overwhelmed him when he looked at his wife lying in a pool of blood and dying.
, his heart was bleeding and cramping.
"I was so noisy that I forgot to count again! Chuan, every time he curses, chop off one of his fingers, and then chop off his toes! If he continues to curse, continue to chop off his fingers every time he curses.
One palm, one sole, one ear, nose, and the teeth are pulled out. I wonder if his mouth is tough or the knife is tough!" The little beggar who was counting the money yelled.
In the dark cellar used to store pickles, bacon, and rice noodles, screams of pain kept coming. The Lingchi execution was nothing more than that. The man's body was dismembered bit by bit, but the pain on his body was far less than the hatred of his family and his family.
And angry, even though his teeth were pulled out and his mouth was full of blood, he still opened his mouth to curse, and blood dripped on the ground every time he opened his mouth.
There is a kind of pain called grief, which is greater than the death of one's heart.
From the moment his family was ruined, his heart was already dead and he had already put life and death aside, leaving only hatred and unwilling anger.
"The neighbors have all seen that we took in you three little beasts. The government will not let you go. Someone will definitely avenge us and my wife! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Aping made a sound.
Roars of sadness and despair.
A Ping’s words made the three little beggars burst into laughter.
“Do you think the government and the adults will believe that we killed the person?”
"Because we are still children. How can a child kill someone? The people who killed you were the refugees who poured into the city. They were so hungry that they secretly climbed over the wall and entered the bun shop in search of food. As a result, they were killed by you.
Discovering and then killing you is a very ordinary home invasion and robbery case."
A Ping’s pupils shrank.
From the words of these three little beggars, it can be heard that they have long been accustomed to seeing dead people and killing people. The death of the couple was not the first group of people to die at the hands of the three little beggars.
These three little beggars fled all the way. They did all kinds of evil for food and killed many civilians before they could escape safely here.
"You bunch of beasts who repay kindness with vengeance! Demons! Even if I die, I will turn into a spirit to seek revenge on you! You will not die well! Ah!" The man on the ground roared sadly, his body struggled wildly, but he lost too much blood.
, the more he struggled, the more he bled, and the person fell dying in a pool of blood.
He looked at the body of his wife in pain, and in pain at the body of his daughter who was cut out alive from her mother's womb before she was full term. He, who was already weak due to blood loss, roared like a flashback: "God, you are not fair!"
bang.
The sound of a stool falling over.
The little beggar who had been sitting at the table counting money stood up from his seat, came to the side of the pool of blood with ferocious eyes and stood there: "You have a tough mouth. It seems that you are one of those hungry people who sold their daughters to eat while we were fleeing."
My parents are indeed a little different, but..."
The little beggar squatted down and took a playful look at Ah Ping, who was missing all his hands and feet. Finally, his eyes rested on Ah Ping's heart: "However, people's hearts are so different from each other. Who knows if you are deliberately pretending to be pitiful and want us to spare you."
One life."
“Why don’t you lend us your heart to see if it is red or black? Do you really love your wife and daughter or are you pretending to care about them to deceive us?”
“Chuan, pass me the kitchen knife in your hand.”
“Okay, Brother Chikuan.”
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A Ping, carrying a blood feud, stabbed his right hand into the floor beneath his feet.
His right hand is an arm tied with paper, and this arm quickly extends under the floor like a python.
Boom!
The paper-wrapped palms wrapped with yin energy rushed out from under the floor and violently grabbed the fourteen-year-old beggar named Liu Guang.
ifies.
The little beggar was very agile and avoided the paper-pierced palms that burst out from the ground. He then made a provocative disembowelment gesture towards A Ping, and finally prepared to escape back to the room with a proud expression. He saw that he was about to escape back to the guest room.
When he was inside, suddenly, a dark yin energy sealed the door, and his body was knocked out by the yin energy.
Bang!
The little beggar’s back hit the corridor ceiling hard.
But his body did not fall.
His body was entangled with yin energy. The yin energy was like a dragon. It became tighter and tighter. The little beggar finally couldn't help but scream in pain.
I don't know when, the red-clothed umbrella girl Zhizha Ren stood in the corridor under him. As the red-clothed umbrella girl Zhizharen moved towards the room No. 5, the fourteen-year-old beggar on the ceiling above his head was also taken with him.
Move to room five.
This is the red umbrella girl who has greatly improved her strength.
One move to subdue the tenant who has been hiding on the third floor of the inn for many years.
Hearing the screams of the little beggar Liu Guang, the door of another guest room on the third floor opened, and another little beggar who looked like he was thirteen years old rushed out of the guest room.
When the little beggar saw his companion floating on the ceiling and struggling, his expression changed drastically. He roared ferociously and tore the human skin disguise on his body, revealing a body that had been pieced together and sewn together, like
They were pieces of corpses of different sizes pieced together from corpses in mass graves. They were extremely ugly and disgusting.
The corpse monster opened its mouth and roared, and it rushed over with corpse energy, trying to save its companions.
In the narrow corridor, the aura of corpses and yin were billowing.
Two strange encounters.
The girl in red umbrella didn't make any unnecessary moves to prick someone. A strong smell of blood rose in the corridor, and she saw majestic Yin Qi and blood rushing up from her body. With a rumble, the blood turned into torrents of blood, like a red flood passing through.
, and slapped the corpse monster against the corridor wall.
Sudden!
Roar!
Hand-curdling roars came from deep in the corridor on the third floor.
In the dim corridor, there was an eerie chill spreading.
Just before the monster in the guest room deep in the corridor appeared, the sea of blood brought the little beggar and the corpse monster, and Aping, who was stunned by anger, temporarily retreated to the No. 5 guest room with the word "Autumn" on the third floor.
And just when they returned to room No. 5, deep in the corridor on the third floor, something seemed to appear. This fat mountain looked vaguely like a human. It was so bloated that it filled the corridor. In the corridor
Bulky and difficult to walk.
His eyes in the darkness were greedy and exuded the stench of corruption.