The originally warm and warm morning was completely destroyed by Xiao Fifteen's roar.

And Hetun's mood was even worse. is over 60 years old, and he actually got into a situation with a 5-year-old p-child.

With a bang, the sumptuous breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.

"Twelve, is the corpse maker here?" Hetun asked angrily.

"It's coming. Arranged in a side hall. ”

Xing Twelve deserved to be gentle, and then added: "But Lao Shi said: Feng Xinglang didn't die last night......

"It's better not to die! Just use ** to make! In front of that woman, she was separated from Feng Yishan's evil seed little by little. I want her to know: the price of betraying my Xing Mu! ”

Hetun's whole person is on the verge of madness. Such a shame has suppressed him for decades, and it is really enough.

His life became gloomy because of a woman who betrayed him. The woman almost ruined his life.

Although Xing Twelve clearly knew that his father-in-law Hetun in this state was obviously sick. But he really didn't dare to disobey his father-in-law Hetun's intentions.

"Good father-in-law. I'll arrange it! Xing Twelve retreated.

Since Feng Xinglang has to die, what is the difference between dying one day early and dying one day later. Just using a living person to make a dried corpse seems too cruel.

In the past, Hetun was fierce and vicious, but it was not cruel and vicious. But in the matter of treating Feng Xinglang, his extremely dark side was revealed.

Feng Xinglang was almost dying. The blood dried on Jun's face, but in front of the chest, his expression was extraordinarily calm.

When Xing Twelve came in, he was holding a dagger that shone with a cold light in his hand.

He condescendingly looked at Feng Xinglang, who was close to death, but was silent.

With a sigh, Xing Twelve threw the dagger in his hand in front of Feng Xinglang.

"My Father-in-law will make you ...... Mummy. Do you come by yourself, or do I come? ”

Xing Twelve wanted to give Feng Xinglang a good time. After all, it is too cruel to use a living person to make a dried corpse.

Inexplicably, Xing Twelve still admires Feng Xinglang. Although he is not as skilled as him, he is a man with high intelligence and high emotional intelligence.

It's really interesting to play with Feng Xinglang. And at this moment, Feng Xinglang had to die.

Untimely death? Or is it jealous of talent?

"I'm going to shoot quickly...... It will make you more comfortable. ”

Xing Twelve proposed. It was better to give Feng Xinglang a pleasure than the group of corpse makers who desecrated his body while he was alive.

"Thank you......"

Feng Xinglang's voice was dumb in his throat, and he no longer had the extra strength to speak.

He shook his head vigorously and smiled, "No need. Let this woman see with her own eyes how her son died...... That's good! ”

“……”

Xing Twelve was fiercely silent: What does this mean? Feng Xinglang wants his mother to watch him being made into a dried corpse?

"Feng Xinglang, you, you don't have to do this."

Xing Twelve was still a little unbearable. It's not that he's not cruel enough, it's not that he's sympathetic. It's just that Feng Xinglang is Xiao Fifteen's father after all, and he can do it conveniently, why can't he be a good man like Xing Laoba?

"Xing Twelve, let my son Lin Nuo...... Don't avenge me. Just tell him: All this is what his bastard father deserves. ”

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, but it was as heavy as a mountain.

"I will."

Xing Twelve picked up the dagger from the ground, "You really don't need my help?" ”

The so-called help: It is to give Feng Xinglang a good time!

Feng Xinglang smiled, and finally shook his head, "It's really not necessary...... I want my mother to watch her own son die! That was her punishment and my retribution! "Well said! Have a backbone! ”

Hetun's sturdy figure strolled in. There is no longer last night's tremor and depression, and Hetun at this moment is full of morbid excitement.

Behind Hetun, several Egyptians stood. Two men carried a metallic chest carved with strange words and images from ancient Egypt. There are also two people carrying a kneeling terracotta figurine.

It seems that these things should be prepared for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of Hetun and the existence of the group of Egyptians. He just stared silently at his mother's wax figure.

Then, I laughed.

The smile slowly spread across his handsome face, stretching from thin lips to the corners of his lips; Spread over the entire blood-stained face.

He was then strapped to a makeshift console.

After two or three minutes of the ceremony, the Egyptians would begin to dissect the body cavity and remove the internal organs of Feng Xinglang; The carcass was watered with hot-melted rosin and then wrapped in a cloth soaked in rosin......

"Ah He, have you seen it? Your son is going to repay the debt of the woman's way and the water and the poplar flower for you! Aren't you sad...... Isn't it sad? What a ruthless woman! ”

Hetun seems to have gone mad. Muttering to himself in front of the wax figure.

The tip of the knife touched Feng Xinglang's abdominal cavity......

"Amu...... Amu ......"

Suddenly, Hetun nervously heard the woman's scream.

"Ah He, have you spoken? Did you speak? ”

Hetun stepped forward and pressed his ear against the wax figure's mouth.

"Amu...... Where are you? Please don't hurt my child...... Amu ......"

Yes! It was the woman's voice! Because in Hetun's life, only one woman has called him 'Amu'!

"Father-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Feeling the strangeness of Hetun, Xing Twelve hurriedly stepped forward to support Hetun, who was behaving strangely.

"Twelve, Ah He spoke! She's calling me Amu...... It's Su He! Only she will only call me Amu! ”

Looking at the appearance of his father-in-law Hetun, it seems that he is really going crazy.

Listening closely, Xing Twelve seemed to hear someone shouting 'Amu' to his father-in-law.

Just this voice...... So familiar!

"Amu...... Please...... Don't hurt my child...... Amu ......"

Xing Twelve clearly distinguished: It was Lin Xueluo's voice!

What is this woman doing?

"Twelve, did you hear that?" Hetun shook Xing Twelve's shoulders violently.

"Father, I hear you...... The voice seemed to be coming from outside. ”

Xing Twelve seemed to be surprised by the strange and terrifying appearance of his stepfather Hetun. It seems that he didn't expect that a 'Amu' would make his stepfather so mad.

Before Xing Twelve's words fell, Hetun had already stumbled out of the sacrificial room.

Is there a turn for the better?

"Stop!"

Xing Twelve immediately scolded the Egyptians, "Stitch up his wounds first!" ”

After speaking, Xing Twelve also chased out.

The one who shouted 'Amu' in a heart-rending manner was indeed Lin Xueluo.

She was stopped outside Fort Pate by Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu, two door-panel figures. No matter how she knelt down and begged, they were indifferent.

For Hetun had said: No one is allowed to trespass without his permission, nor is he allowed to leave Fort Peter.

In desperation, Xueluo could only do her best, shouting 'Amu' hoarsely outside the gate of Fort Pate.

She felt that no words she could let her say could be heard by Hetun more than this 'Amu'.

Only when Hetun heard her voice could she possibly enter Fort Pate. So as to meet Hetun!

Xing Lao Si and Xing Lao Wu are quite dedicated. Stepfather Hetun only said that no one should be allowed to enter or leave Fort Peter, and did not allow anyone to call out.

Besides, Lin Xueluo is not an outsider. If it is convenient, they will be good people if they do not disobey the order of their father-in-law Hetun, for the sake of Xiao Fifteen's face.

Hetun, who rushed out of the sacrificial room, chased after him all the way to the sound of 'Amu'.

Seeing the light and the wind, Hetun seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

A woman who has been dead for decades cannot be resurrected;

And a wax figure is even less likely to speak.

At the entrance to Fort Peter, Hetun saw Lin Xueluo. Lin Xueluo, who was shouting 'Amu'.

In an instant, Hetun's anger once again accumulated all over his body.

"Is that you? Look for death! ”

Hetun, who was being teased, pulled out a gun from Xing Lao Wu's body in anger and fiercely hit Lin Xueluo's eyebrows.

But Lin Xueluo was laughing. Laughed and burst into tears.

"Hetun, in fact, this gun should be against your own head! Feng's mother loves you wrong...... You don't deserve the love of your mother at all! ”

"Shut up!"

With a click, Hetun loaded his pistol.

"Is Feng Xinglang dead?" Xueluo was not afraid of the gun that had been loaded in Hetun's hand.

"You're late! He's been dried by me! I want him to kneel in front of his mother forever and pay off his mother's debts! ”

"Feng Xinglang is dead? He's dead......"

Xueluo suddenly broke out and cried bitterly, grief-stricken.

"Hetun, you actually killed your own son? Tiger poison doesn't eat children...... How can you be so cruel? ”

"Lin Xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can tell any lie!"

Hetun snorted coldly.

"Feng Xinglang, in fact, his real name should be Xing Lang, just like you, he is also surnamed Xing! Because he is your Xing Mu's biological son! ”

The snow fell and I couldn't cry anymore.

I did my best, but in the end I was a step too late.

One stumbled, and the snow fell headlong to the ground. Her world seemed to come to an abrupt end all at once.

"Lin Xueluo, don't you think your reason is ridiculous?"

Because Feng Xinglang's name has a homophonic 'line', he lied that Feng Xinglang was his Xing Mu's son?

"Your trick is so despicable!" Of course, Hetun won't believe it.

The snow fell to the ground, sad, miserable, and whispered:

"I hear love...... I believe in love!

Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae......

Like a mournful wind......

Through the meridians where I lost blood......

Faith stationed in the years! ”

"See Wu Lang...... Siamu ...... Hahahaha, Feng's mother, you really love the wrong person! This man is not worthy of your love at all, but you have been humiliated and slandered, and you will bear his child for him......"

Hetun's whole person was ossified!

"You still don't believe it, do you? It's too simple to verify my lie: use Feng Xinglang's blood to do a paternity test, won't all the truth be revealed? ”

Xueluo got up from the ground and sat up, facing Hetun's rigid face, smiling sadly.

"But I don't think it's better to do it! Because it is a stain on Feng's mother, and it is an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xing Lang would rather die than have a father like you! ”

Snow fell angry.

A fierce burst of fire struck the heart, and with a 'poof' sound, a mouthful of blood splattered out of Hetun's mouth.

After a long time, Hetun hissed out a word:

"Do!"

(End of text!) Tomorrow is the end. ）