The originally warm and cozy morning was completely destroyed by Little Fifteen's roar.
He Tun's mood was even worse. He was already over sixty years old, yet he was arguing with a five-year-old kid.
With a crash, the sumptuous breakfast table was flipped over by He Tun.
"Twelve, is the person who will make the corpse here?" He Tun asked sternly.
"Yes. Arrange it in the side hall. "
Xing Twelve replied calmly, then added, "But Old Ten said that Feng Xinglang was not dead last night …"
"It's better that he's not dead! Let's use a living body to make it! In front of that woman, I will slowly dissect her and Feng Yishan's vile spawn. I want to let her know the price of betraying me! "
He Tun was on the verge of insanity. He had suppressed this humiliation for decades. He had had enough of it.
His life had become gloomy because of a woman who had betrayed him. That woman had almost destroyed his life.
Xing Twelve knew that his godfather, He Tun, was obviously sick in this state. But he didn't dare to go against his godfather's wishes.
"Yes, godfather. I will arrange it right now! "Xing Twelve replied and left.
Since Feng Xinglang had to die, it didn't matter if he died earlier or later. It was just that it seemed too cruel to use a living person to make a corpse.
He Tun used to be vicious, but he wasn't cruel or vicious. However, when it came to the matter of Feng Xinglang, his extremely dark side was revealed.
Feng Xinglang was on the verge of death. Blood stains were on his handsome face, but his expression was exceptionally calm.
When Xing Twelve came in, he was holding a dagger that shone with a cold light.
He looked down at Feng Xinglang, who was so close to death, but he was silent.
With a clang, Xing Twelve threw the dagger in front of Feng Xinglang.
"My godfather will make you … into a corpse. Do you want to do it yourself, or should I? "
Xing Twelve wanted to give Feng Xinglang a quick death. After all, it was too cruel to use a living person to make a corpse.
For some reason, Xing Twelve admired Feng Xinglang. Although he wasn't as skilled as him, he was a man with a high IQ and EQ.
It was really interesting to compete with Feng Xinglang. At this moment, Feng Xinglang had no choice but to die.
Die young? Or was it that the heavens were jealous of him?
"I'll be quick … and I'll make you feel better."
Xing Shier suggested. Giving Feng Xinglang a quick death was better than letting those corpse makers profane his body while he was still alive.
"Thank you …"
Feng Xinglang's voice was stuck in his throat. He no longer had the strength to speak.
He shook his head forcefully and smiled. "No need. Let this woman see how her son dies with her own eyes … that's fine too! "
"…"
Xing Shier was speechless. What did that mean? Did Feng Xinglang want his mother to see him being turned into a dried corpse?
"Feng Xinglang, you … you didn't have to do this."
Xing Shier still couldn't bear to do it. It wasn't that he wasn't cruel enough, nor was it that he was compassionate. However, Feng Xinglang was, after all, Little Fifteen's biological father. If he could make things convenient, why couldn't he learn from Old Xing and be a good person for once?
"Xing Shier, tell my son Lin Nuo … not to avenge me. Just tell him that this is all because his bastard father deserves it. "
Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, but it was as heavy as a mountain.
"I will."
Xing Shier picked up the dagger from the ground. "You really don't need my help?"
The so-called help was to give Feng Xinglang a quick death!
Feng Xinglang smiled but shook his head in the end. "I really don't need it … I want my mother to see her son die! That's her punishment, and also my retribution! "
"Well said! You have guts! "
He Tun's strong figure strolled in. The trembling and depression from last night were gone. At this moment, He Tun was filled with a morbid excitement.
Behind He Tun stood a few Egyptians. Two of them were carrying a strong metal box with some strange ancient Egyptian characters and images carved on it. Two of them were carrying a kneeling terracotta figure.
It seemed that these things were prepared for Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of He Tun and the group of Egyptians. He just stared at the wax figure of his mother in silence.
Then, he smiled.
The smile slowly spread across his handsome face, extending from his thin lips to the corners of his lips, and spreading across his blood-stained face.
Then, he was tied to a simple operating table.
After two to three minutes of the ceremony, the Egyptians were going to cut open Feng Xinglang's body and take out his internal organs. The corpse was then watered with hot rosin, and then wrapped with rosin soaked cloth …
"Ah Ho, did you see that? Your son is going to pay the debt of not being a woman's virtuous wife and having too much sex for you! Don't you feel sad … Don't you feel sad? What a heartless woman! "
He Tun seemed to be possessed by the devil. He muttered to himself in front of the wax figure.
The tip of the knife was pressed against Feng Xinglang's abdomen …
"Ah Mu … Ah Mu …"
All of a sudden, River Tun heard a woman's scream.
"Ah Ho, did you speak? Were you the one who spoke? "
He Tun moved forward and pressed his ear against the wax figure's mouth.
"Ah Mu … Where are you? Please don't hurt my child … Ah Mu … "
Yes! It was that woman's voice! Because in He Tun's entire life, only one woman had ever called him 'Ah Mu'!
"Godfather, what's wrong?"
Xing Shier sensed that He Tun was behaving strangely, so he hurried forward to support He Tun, who was acting strangely.
"Shier, Ah Mu spoke! She called me Ah Mu … It's Su Mu! Only she would call me Ah Mu! "
Looking at his godfather, He Tun, it seemed like he was really going to be possessed by the devil.
Xing Shier seemed to have heard someone calling his godfather, He Tun, 'Ah Mu'.
But this voice … It was so familiar!
"Ah Mu … I beg you … Don't hurt my child … Ah Mu …"
Xing Shier could clearly tell that it was Lin Xueluo's voice!
What was this woman doing?
"Shier, did you hear that?" He Tun shook Xing Shier's shoulder fiercely.
"Godfather, I heard it … That voice seems to be coming from outside."
Xing Shier seemed to be surprised by his godfather's strange and horrifying behavior. It seemed like he didn't expect that a 'Ah Mu' would cause his godfather to be on the verge of madness.
Before Xing Shier could finish his sentence, He Tun had already stumbled out of the sacrificial room.
Could it be that the situation had taken a turn for the better?
"All of you, stop!"
Xing Shier immediately scolded the Egyptians, "First stitch up his wounds!"
With that, Xing Shier also chased after him.
*****
The one who was screaming 'Ah Mu' was indeed Lin Xueluo.
She was stopped outside Pater Castle by Xing Laowei and Xing Laowei, two influential figures. No matter how much she kneeled down and begged, they were indifferent.
Because He Tun had said that without his permission, no one was allowed to enter or leave Pater Castle.
With no other choice, Xue Luo could only use all her strength to shout 'Ah Mu' at the entrance of Pater Castle.
She felt that no words could be heard by He Tun better than 'Ah Mu'.
Only by letting He Tun hear her voice would she be able to enter Pater Castle. And then she would see He Tun!
Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu were very loyal. He Tun only said that no one was allowed to enter or leave Pater Castle. He didn't say that no one was allowed to scream.
Besides, Lin Xueluo was not an outsider. As long as they didn't go against He Tun's orders, they would be good people for the sake of Little Fifteen.
He Tun, who rushed out of the sacrificial room, followed the sound of 'Ah Mu' and chased after her.
He Tun, who had seen the light and the wind, suddenly calmed down.
It was impossible for a woman who had been dead for dozens of years to come back to life.
And it was even more impossible for a wax figure to speak.
At the entrance of Pater Castle, He Tun saw Lin Xueluo. Lin Xueluo was shouting 'Ah Mu'.
In an instant, He Tun's hostility gathered in his body again.
"It's you? You're courting death! "
He Tun, who had been fooled, angrily pulled out a gun from Xing Laowu's body and fiercely pressed it against Lin Xueluo's forehead.
But Lin Xueluo was laughing. She laughed until tears came out of her eyes.
"He Tun, actually this gun should be pressed against your own forehead! Mother Feng loved you wrongly … you don't deserve mother Feng's love! "
"Shut up!"
With a click sound, He Tun loaded the gun.
"Is Feng Xinglang dead?" Xue Luo was not afraid of the gun in He Tun's hand.
"You are late! I have already turned him into a dried corpse! I want him to kneel in front of his mother forever and pay for his mother's debt! "
"Feng Xinglang is dead? He is dead … "
Xue Luo instantly burst into tears, her heart was filled with grief.
"He Tun, you actually killed your own son? Even a vicious tiger will not eat its own cubs … how can you be so cruel? "
"Lin Xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can tell any lies!"
He Tun coldly snorted.
"Feng Xinglang, actually his real name should be Xing Lang. Just like you, his surname is Xing! Because he is your son Xing Mu! "
Xue Luo was already crying.
He had tried his best, but he was still a step too late.
With a stagger, Xue Luo's head fell onto the ground. Her world seemed to come to a halt.
"Lin Xueluo, don't you think that your reason is so far-fetched that it is laughable?"
Just because Feng Xinglang's name has the word 'Xing' in it, you lie that Feng Xinglang is his son?
"This trick of yours is too despicable!" He Tun did not believe it.
Xue Luo fell onto the ground, mournfully, mournfully, softly murmuring:
"I heard love … I believe in love!
Love is a struggling blue algae …
Like a gust of mournful wind …
Passing through my blood loss meridians …
Guarding the faith of time! "
"Seeing Wulang … thinking of Ah Mu … hahahaha, Mother Feng, you really loved the wrong person! This man is not worthy of your love, but you suffered humiliation and slander, and still wanted to give birth to his child … "
He Tun's entire body froze!
"You still don't believe me? It is too easy to verify my lies: Use Feng Xinglang's blood to do a paternity test, then wouldn't the truth be revealed? "
Xue Luo climbed up from the ground and looked at He Tun's frozen face, smiling miserably.
"But I feel that it is better not to do it! Because it is a stain to Mother Feng, and an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang would rather die than to have you as his father! "
Xue Luo is angry.
A burst of intense anger attacked her heart, and with a 'puchi' sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out from He Tun's mouth.
After a long time, He Tun hissed out a word:
"Do it!"
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