"Lu Chao, I'll chop you alive!" In the courtyard of the Ma family, Ma Yuhui appeared in the open space behind the clan hall with a bloodstained golden hidden knife, and the murderous intent that flowed out of his body was enough to scare some timid ordinary people to death!

Zhang Youmin, who had been guarding the edge of the clearing, saw Ma Yuhui coming back, and shouted such a sentence, and immediately understood the reason, and did not ask anything, just sat and watched quietly.

Lu Chao, who had already broken his tendons and tendons, and was still wailing softly on the ground, was also a little stunned for a while, he wanted to struggle to stand up, but his hands and feet couldn't use half of his strength, so he could only lie on the ground and hum, gritting his teeth and saying: "The boy surnamed Ma, if you want to kill it, you can scrape it, and after eighteen years, Lao Tzu will still be a hero!" ”

"I really killed you alive!" Ma Yuhui was stimulated by the news that Yang Xiancheng's life and death were unknown, and when he heard Lu Chao's almost provocative words, he immediately entered a state of rage.

Holding the golden Tibetan knife in one hand, he grabbed Lu Chao's collar with the other, and directly dragged him up from the ground, but his angular face revealed a hideous killing intent.

With round eyes staring at Lu Chao's eyes, Ma Yuhui said softly, "Don't think I'm joking with you. ”

Carrying the crippled Lu Chao Stride Meteor towards the west gate of the Ma family's courtyard, he met Ma Haizhen and Ma Chunhui who hurried back on the way, but no one said anything.

More than half an hour later, a black Hongqi sedan stopped at the door of the Xinghe Bar, which was almost in ruins, and Ma Yuhui, who had red eyes but no tears, walked out of the Hongqi car with Lu Chao with an expressionless face.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy carrying an old man in his sixties and seventies who had broken his tendons and tendons, such a scene immediately attracted the attention of many pedestrians and students on Wanshou Road, especially the golden Tibetan knife in Ma Yuhui's hand that was still stained with blood, which made people shudder.

Ma Yuhui didn't say anything, Lu Chao was like a dead dog, but he had already vaguely guessed the reason why Ma Yuhui brought him here...... "Who is that man?" Lu Chao asked a little weakly.

Ma Yuhui looked down at him coldly, but did not answer his inquiry, just dragged him towards the guardrail on the bank of the Oujiang River, the whole person was like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years, revealing a cold killing intent in the indifference, and there was a feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Seeing that Ma Yuhui didn't answer his question, Lu Chao really panicked, this kid didn't really want to kill him alive, right? This...... It's not enough to kill people, can you use it so ruthlessly?!

"Don't go too far, boy!" Lu Chao twisted his body vigorously, with a little panic in his tone: "It's almost enough, Lao Tzu's tendons and tendons have been broken by you, what else do you want?" Yes? What more do you want?! ”

Lu Chao's voice was very loud, causing pedestrians on this section of the road at the entrance of the Galaxy Bar to look sideways, especially when they heard Lu Chao say that his tendons and tendons were all broken by Ma Yuhui, a few timid people had already left in a panic.

In the face of Lu Chao's roar, Ma Yuhui still didn't say a word, until he dragged him to the edge of the guardrail, then he turned his neck and glanced left and right.

The remaining blood stains on the guardrail attracted Ma Yuhui's attention, and he continued to drag Lu Chao to the edge of the guardrail, put away the golden Tibetan knife and stretched out his right hand, and gently swiped it on the guardrail with his index finger, his voice was low and terrifying: "Uncle Cheng, is that where you jumped from here?" ”

Lu Chao subconsciously trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and refused to say whether he jumped from here, but said in a slightly trembling voice: "The boy surnamed Ma, you give Lao Tzu a good time, Lao Tzu will give you all his life savings!" Really, it's all for you! ”

"Heh......" Ma Yuhui suddenly smiled, nodded and looked at Lu Chao, reached out and groped in his pocket for a while, and then took out a thick yellow handkerchief, which he used to wipe his sweat when he practiced.

Dropped Lu Chao on the ground with a pop, squatted down and stretched out his hand, pinched both sides of Lu Chao's cheek, and broke Lu Chao's mouth with a hand like iron tongs, and stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth in a ball, while whispering: "I grew up watching Uncle Cheng grow up, and Uncle Cheng is still my enlightenment teacher...... Your life savings? Your life savings are worth Cheng Bo's life?! ”

When the words fell, his body straightened up suddenly, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw Lu Chao directly into the air, and then grabbed his hair and hung him half on the guardrail on the bank of the Oujiang River.

"Zheng~!" The golden Tibetan knife that had been sheathed before his waist was unsheathed again, cold, and with a strong smell of blood, the back of the knife lightly slashed across Lu Chao's cheek, and Ma Yuhui said in a low voice: "Uncle Cheng is not only my teacher, but also my relative, if he hadn't suggested that my mother let me practice martial arts, I'm afraid I would still be a sick and sick man, heh, the kind that has no power to restrain the chicken." ”

"You are very good, you actually forced Uncle Cheng to vote for Oujiang...... Oh, you can go down today, just on the bank of this Oujiang River, I want to use your flesh and blood to pay tribute to the soul of Cheng Bo in the sky! ”

At first, his tone was very gentle, but when it came to the back, Ma Yuhui almost roared out his words in a roaring tone.

"Poof~!" The golden Tibetan knife slashed down from Lu Chao's face, and his gray practice clothes, which had already been stained with blood, became an open bathrobe in an instant, and his white body was exposed to the air, reflecting the white riverside guardrail.

Without clothes to cover his shame, feeling the itch brought by the breeze blowing through his body by the river, Lu Chao, who had been gagged by a yellow handkerchief, couldn't help but let out a panicked whine, he didn't expect that Ma Yuhui would really dare to cut him alive on the bank of the Oujiang River in broad daylight and in full view of everyone!

The last trace of luck in his heart disappeared without a trace, and Lu Chao, who was swept by boundless fear, was unable to say even a word, even a word, except for a burst of whining sounds that didn't know whether it was fear or begging for mercy!

The crowd of onlookers made a noise, but Ma Yuhui didn't react to it, he just took his golden Tibetan knife, slowly, gently, cut a layer of almost transparent skin from Lu Chao's face, and threw it into the air to let the breeze blow it away.

At this moment, Ma Yuhui thought of the scene where Yang Xiancheng took care of him every step of the way when he was a child, thought of Yang Xiancheng's laughter, and thought of Yang Xiancheng's care for him over the years...... The iron-hearted heart created by more than six years of life and death training also showed obvious flaws at this moment, Ma Yuhui's eyes were a little moist, and two crystal tears appeared in the inner corners of his eyes.

Looking at Lu Chao, whose face was full of fear and pain, Ma Yuhui was like a skilled doctor, stabbing one after another, piece after piece, leaving the skin and flesh from Lu Chao's body and throwing it into the rolling Oujiang River.

He had never been so angry, never so calm, and never felt this heartbreaking, angry to the limit, but everything was calm again.

Tears slid silently down his handsome face, and the golden Tibetan knife fell again and again.

Tears fell on Lu Chao's wounds, and Lu Chao's blood flowed directly into the Oujiang River.

Ma Yuhui said softly to himself: "Uncle Cheng, Yuhui will avenge you, you must open your eyes in the sky and see clearly, this person is Lu Chao who caused you to jump into the Oujiang River!" ”

The inner peace is terrible, but the tears are like a flood that bursts the embankment, and it can't be stopped.

Lu Chao struggled to twist his body, trying to break free from Ma Yuhui's clutches, but Ma Yuhui's left hand was like a 10,000-pound boulder, pressing him to the guardrail and unable to move.

Unconsciously, Lu Chao's body was already dripping with blood, and the onlookers behind him were also dispersed by the Ma family who arrived later, and there were wisps of tear-jerking sadness floating in the sky above the Galaxy Bar.

The relationship between Ma Yuhui and Yang Xiancheng has exceeded the boundary between ordinary master and apprentice, and is no different from relatives.

The Ma family knew that Yang Xiancheng was Ma Yuhui's enlightenment teacher, so none of the Ma family members who rushed to the scene stepped forward to stop Ma Yuhui's seemingly cruel move, they just silently maintained the continuation of the scene and dispersed the pedestrians who tried to come over to watch.

Everything was going on in a terrible silence, and the water of the Oujiang River seemed to be dyed with bright red blood.

As time passed, Lu Chao's struggle became weaker and weaker.

There was a thick smell of blood in the air, Ma Yuhui's tears had soaked his clothes, but he himself seemed to be unaware, and whispered something, so many people were present, except for Lu Chao, who was already in a trance, no one knew what Ma Yuhui was talking about.

Yang Xiancheng's death was a heavy blow to Ma Yuhui that he had never had, and after grief to the limit, he forgot to roar, forgot to cry, and forgot to take revenge.

Lu Chao died, and at the location where Yang Xiancheng threw himself into the Oujiang River, he was scraped alive by Ma Yuhui on the guardrail on the bank of the Oujiang River, and was thrown into the rolling waves.

Ma Yuhui, who gradually came to his senses, didn't say anything, silently took a white square scarf from Ma Haizhen, who didn't know when he was already standing beside him, and gently wiped the blood in his hand.

Ma Haizhen looked at Ma Yuhui, and after a long time, he sighed lightly, reached out and patted Ma Yuhui lightly on the shoulder, and comforted: "Let's mourn and change, the dead are gone, but you still have to continue to live." ”

"Hmm." Ma Yuhui nodded lightly, and did not wipe the blood-stained golden Tibetan knife in his hand, and directly threw the square towel into the Oujiang River, only then raised his head and said to Ma Haizhen: "You must find Uncle Cheng's body, promise me, you must find it!" ”

"I've had someone salvage." Ma Haizhen sighed lightly: "But...... I advise you not to get your hopes up too much, the water of the Oujiang River ...... It's too urgent. ”

(To be continued)