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Chapter 1773 How thick are you skinned

"You guys are all villains. Once you succeed, you will forget the pain, so I have nothing to say to you." Chen Yu sneered.

"When your family's life and death are at stake, you can actually think of using this to offset my anger?"

"Mr. Chen, I know that this approach may make you feel disgusted, but we really have no other way. I beg you, for the sake of us...it has not been easy these years, please let us go.

"Song Yi Xingchao said in an almost pleading tone.

"It's not easy for you guys? Haha, how can you say such a thing so shamelessly?" Chen Yu laughed loudly: ""

"Mr. Chen, we...have done what we should do, can't you let us go?" Song Yixing looked at Chen Yu, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

He felt that he personally killed his own clan members and tore off the heads of other family members just to beg Chen Yu for forgiveness, but looking at Chen Yu's current appearance, it seemed that he had no intention of letting his family go.

"Why should I let you go? When your ancestors picked up butcher knives and slashed at our innocent compatriots, did you ever think about letting them go?" Chen Yu said coldly: "Your family

You all deserve to die, because even after more than half a century, you still don't repent."

"Since you don't think you are wrong, then go underground and look for your ancestors."

"And let me tell you by the way, I am not as cruel as you. I will not kill children under the age of fourteen." Chen Yu glanced at the heads, and there were several under the age of ten.

child.

"What did you say? Can you let them go? If you do it, my little son will not die, right?" Song Yichi suddenly raised his head, his expression was miserable.

"I am not as cruel as you, and I will not absolutely kill you all. Although everyone in your tribe has blood on their hands, children are still children after all." Chen Yu shook his head: "Song Yichi, I didn't expect it.

, it was your tribe who killed your own children."

"Ah...why? Why is this happening? It was you who killed my child, you are all murderers." Song Yichi almost collapsed, he screamed, and rushed towards Song Yixingchao, who was defenseless.

He opened his mouth and bit Song Yi Xingchao's ear.

Caught off guard, Song Yixing was bitten on the face and his face was dripping with blood. He screamed and fell to the ground with a plop. Song Yichi pounced on him, tearing and biting him.

No one stopped him, because everyone felt a little cold in their hearts. After all, Chen Yu's words just now made it very clear that he would not let anyone on the scene go.

"Okay, okay, how about this, we decide your life or death by raising gu?" Chen Yu suddenly laughed, and he looked at another elder: "Do you know what gu is?"

"I know, I know, I've heard a little bit about it." The elder nodded tremblingly.

He had indeed heard about Chinese Gu, which was to put several poisonous insects together and then let them kill each other and devour each other. The last one alive was called Gu.

And this Gu has a long poison, so its toxicity will become extremely strong, and it will also become extremely powerful.

"You hold weapons and attack each other. The one who survives in the end, I can let him go." Chen Yu smiled slightly and spread his hands: "I won't do anything, you will deal with it yourself. Remember, you can only use your best to attack."

Xiang Xiang, this is how you have a chance of survival."

Everyone's expressions changed, and they couldn't help but look at the people around them, their eyes already filled with chills.

Suddenly, someone yelled first and attacked the people around him, and then the scene became chaotic.

Everyone tried their best to find weapons around them, and attacked the people around them like crazy. For a while, the room was filled with screams and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

Chen Yu walked out slowly, and he didn't bother to watch this scene.

There are evil roots in human nature, especially in large families like the Songyi family. They have no concept of family affection at all. At a critical moment of life and death, they will attack others crazily in order to save their own lives.

"Mr. Chen, aren't you going to take action?" After going out, he met Zhao Ping. After all, this guy couldn't help but ran over and wanted to take a look at the scene.

But he saw Chen Yu walking out of the hall, and there were waves of shouts of killing, which made him a little confused.

"They are busy killing each other." Chen Yu smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about them, no one can survive to the end."

"Killing each other? That's boring." Zhao Ping suddenly felt a little discouraged. This guy was an angry young man, and he was full of passion. His great-grandfather's experience made him extremely hostile to the Songyi family.

"What are you thinking about? Let's go. It's too cruel." Chen Yu shook his head. Then he turned around and glanced at the hall. He only heard screams and fighting sounds coming from inside. It was obvious that the battle inside was very fierce.

He bent his right hand, and a talisman appeared. The talisman instantly enlarged and surrounded the hall in an instant, and then a ball of flames rose into the sky.

The sounds of fighting in the room instantly turned into screams and wailings. Chen Yu turned and left without looking back. A moment later, the iconic hall of the Songyi family was reduced to ashes. From then on, the family disappeared.

In the long river of history.

On a small island in the middle of the lake, Kitao Takeo was writing furiously with a brush.

Next to him were a small purple clay pot and a tea set, with clear yellow tea soup in the cup.

Kita Takeo likes Chinese culture very much and is excellent in calligraphy, painting and tea ceremony. He also laments that the Chinese nation is a nation that creates miracles, and the Chinese culture with thousands of years of cultural heritage is really not comparable to their small nation.

While he admired the breadth and depth of Chinese culture, he lamented the barrenness of Fusang land and the lack of land area.

"Father, there is news from over there. Except for the children around ten years old and a few women, the rest of the Songyi family were reduced to ashes in their Songling Hall." Xingzi handed over a report.

: "This is a report investigated by the Security Bureau. The reason for the report is that a fire accidentally caused by the Matsuichi family gathering, and all the senior members of his immediate family, from the head of the family to the young ones, were burned to death."

"Notify the media and send a letter of condolence. The whole country mourns the Matsuichi family. Just write the report and submit it. If anyone has objections, find a way to silence them." Takeo Kita took out the report and said,

I looked at it carefully and pushed it back after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

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