Text Volume II_Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety Seven: Hatred
thump!
Long Benxiang knelt down on the ground, his head fell off his neck, and rolled into the darkness in the distance. A large stream of blood spurted out from the fracture of his neck, sprinkling into the air again and again.
Dyeing the small area of land in front of you red...
A drop of hot blood fell on the bridge of Long Benxiang Er's nose. He shuddered and opened his eyes, but he saw clearly what happened in front of him. The expression on his face was tragic and angry, and he stared at Lin Kun with gritted teeth. If
There were knives in his eyes, and they must have already shot thousands of swords and swords at Lin Kun, piercing Lin Kun's body with holes, and then slashed his neck with a knife to kill him.
pity……
It is the knife in the eyes of the strong that kills, and the knife in the eyes of the weak can only make him look more pitiable.
"You killed my eldest brother, you killed my third brother, and I... I will turn into that evil ghost and tear you bastard into pieces. I will drink all your blood, eat your brains, and then dig them out.
I'll take out your eyes, and even take out your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, and then..."
"etc!"
Lin Kun interrupted with a smile and walked over to Long Xiang Er, "I can understand your desire for revenge, but we'd better be more realistic. After all, we're not telling ghost stories. I won't stop you from turning into a ghost.
You can't stop it, but the prerequisite is that you must be a ghost. Ghosts will not make nonsense here at night, so..."
The light in Lin Kun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the white ghost in his hand directly pierced Long Benxiang's belly. The expression on Long Benxiang's face suddenly froze, and his throat suddenly became silent, and there was a burning sensation.
Bloody water filled his throat. He lowered his head to look at his punctured belly, then raised his head to look at Lin Kun with a stiff neck. He opened his mouth slightly, and immediately a large mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.
"So, I will help you become a ghost first. Whether you can become a bad ghost or not depends on you."
Poof!
Lin Kun pulled out the white ghost beast in his hand, and with a soft sound, a large stream of scarlet blood spurted out. Long Benxiang Er was not dead yet. He fell to the ground with his eyelids squirming and making a final struggle, but
Finally I closed my eyes.
Lin Kun looked at Tongshan and said with a smile: "You have already disliked these three fat guys, right?"
Tongshan spread his hands and said with a smile: "Xiao Huihui killed one, you killed two, but I didn't kill any of them."
After saying that, the two laughed together. They had just experienced a life-and-death battle, but they seemed to be casually talking about it after dinner. Lin Kun thought of the folklore boss lady, and what this woman said was still...
It is reliable to say that beauties are a disaster. If the three brothers Long Benxiangyi did not play with the charming boss lady, how could he, Lin Kun, be wary of them in advance.
Silence returned to the mountains, and the smell of blood in the air became particularly pungent as the temperature dropped late at night. The smell of blood was unpleasant, especially since there were more than thirty corpses scattered around here.
With the cold moonlight above his head, Tongshan turned on a battery-powered flashlight. This flashlight was brought by old man Jing Shou. It looked very old. If it was placed in the city, it would have been thrown into the garbage dump long ago.
Old man Shou was reluctant to use it.
Lin Kun simply packed up his equipment and greeted the old man Jing Shou and his grandson who were standing aside. Only then did they come back to their senses and move forward.
"Old sir, there is no danger anymore. Those bad guys have all..."
"Dead?"
Before Lin Kun could finish speaking, old man Jing Shou interrupted. He pursed his lips again and said, "Young man, tell me the truth, you... who are you?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Old man, you are responsible for taking us out of this mountain. As long as we get to the other side of the mountain, I will pay you an additional 500,000 yen for the 500,000 yen I promised you."
Lin Kun bent down and continued to clean up, but old man Jing Shou grabbed his arm and said, "Young man, it doesn't matter how much money you have, I have to know who you are and who came to kill you just now."
, although I am a poor old man, but if you are a big evil person, I will not help you, even...even if you kill me, I will not help you!"
Old man Jing Shou had a determined look on his face. Lin Kun was slightly startled and said with a smile: "Old sir, let's sit down. This may be a bit long to say."
Old man Jing Shou refused to sit down, so he sat down after Lin Kun sat down first. He held his grandson in his arms from beginning to end and looked at Lin Kun with alert eyes.
"Beidao family, sir, you should have heard of it, right?" Lin Kun took out a cigarette and handed it to Old Man Jing Shou. Old Man Jing Shou hesitated but took it.
Lin Kun took out a lighter and lit it for him, and lit one himself and held it in his mouth. Old man Jing Shou held the cigarette but did not smoke it. He said with a calm face: "Are you from the Beidao family?"
Lin Kun felt that the old man's expression was a little strange, so he was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "I am the person the Beidao family wants to kill. These people lying on the ground are members of the Beidao family."
"oh……"
Old man Jing Shou agreed, then gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, these bastards deserve to die!"
Lin Kun looked at old man Jing Shou in surprise. The Beidao family was extremely influential in the island country. It was understandable for an old man from a remote country to know about it. But why would an ordinary, ordinary old man have any influence on the Beidao family?
Such deep hatred? Judging from the reaction of old man Jing Shou, this hatred is simply irreconcilable.
Old man Jing Shou looked at Lin Kun and said, "Why do people from the Beidao family want to kill you?"
Lin Kun hesitated for a moment, then Tongshan packed his luggage and came over, threw it to the ground with a thump and said: "Old man, you'd better not know too much about some things."
"No, I have to know, otherwise, I won't take you over this mountain. Without me taking you, you will definitely be swallowed by this demonic mountain." Old man Jing Shou said firmly, his face
The wrinkles on my face have become firmer.
"You old man..."
"Copper Mountain!"
Lin Kun stopped Tongshan, smiled and said to old man Jing Shou: "Old sir, I don't know what grudges you have with the Beidao family. I came to the island country this time to destroy this family. There are many reasons.
It's simple. The Beidao family massacred a friend of mine, including the whole family, including the old man.
They have not spared anyone, down to children, or even a dog. China has had grievances with the island countries for many years, but we in China have always been loyal and established diplomatic relations. However, whether it is officially or privately, your island countries have never lacked radicalism.
Elements and delusions have swallowed up our country."
"snort!"
Old man Jing Shou snorted angrily and stood up suddenly. His move made Jing Shou Tamaru, who was always close to him, tremble...