Lao Zhang lost his left hand, which happened to be the one he had broken.

Those guys "gently" chopped off his hands one by one, and then stopped the bleeding for him very warmly, but unfortunately, Lao Zhang fainted in pain, and he didn't experience those warmth at all.

But he really realized what hell is.

But Rao is like this, the group of guys did not let him go, those people carrying all kinds of things, have already passed in the direction of his house, it looks like they should be going to demolish his house.

Haha, it's really interesting, when I think that the dead woman is still in that house, Lao Zhang wants to laugh, thinking that that stinky woman will probably be beaten to death!

Hahaha! As soon as he thought of the dead woman being beaten to death by that group of people, Lao Zhang wanted to laugh, he really wanted to laugh - ask that dead woman to spend Lao Tzu's money! Tell that dead woman to spend Lao Tzu's money! If it weren't for that dead mother-in-law, Lao Tzu would have had 400,000 more by now! Maybe it's going to be overturned!

Those guys are all stupid, what are the tricks of gambling? Isn't it just a stroke of luck? Haha, a bunch of silly! A bunch of TM's silly bites!

Lao Zhang suddenly remembered a limerick poem, as if it was something...... What the...... Oh yes! He's seen it!

I'm a green onion!

Stand in the wind and rain!

Who's going to take me to dip in the miso!

I'm his ancestor!

"I'm his ancestor!"

Lao Zhang shouted loudly, and then laughed insolently.

"Sick! In the middle of the night! ”

There was a residential building not far away, and I don't know who poked his head out and drank a word, Lao Zhang pouted, and he was not idle, he directly scooped up a stone, and then threw it towards the source of the sound over there, but he couldn't exert any strength after losing a hand, and the stone didn't fly far in the air before it fell down and fell to the ground.

Lao Zhang felt as if his body had been stolen by something to steal some strength, and he was very uncomfortable.

And his hand was fortunately stopped bleeding a little, otherwise he would not have died of blood loss by now.

The corners of Lao Zhang's mouth twitched, and then he continued to walk towards the street.

He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know about it, he never knew there was such a place in the city, maybe it was the so-called black zone.

The front is full of lights, but the back is a hellish sight.

This shit-like world is really this virtuous. Haha, I really didn't guess wrong, haha! And sure enough, it was!

Lao Zhang staggered to a street corner, he didn't know what the house behind it was, but he was a little tired, he leaned against the wall.

Lao Zhang took a breath, he suddenly remembered his childhood, when he skipped out of school and ran on the street with those guys outside, still laughing there, holding a dog's tail grass, and now seeing those boys jumping on the live broadcast platform, he felt as if he had seen his childhood.

Hehe, such people are more suitable to live here, aren't they? People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, haha, a shit-like society.

Lao Zhang exhaled, he suddenly felt a little cold, and at this moment, he suddenly saw someone not far away open the back of the street, and two good-looking boys held a large lump of what seemed to be rotten flesh and threw it into the poop.

"I didn't have money to come here to take drugs, and I jumped into the drug pool, yes, this is the first time I've seen this death."

"It's stinky, throw it away later."

"Be careful when the time comes, if you are seen by the police, you will be in trouble."

The boys muttered and went back through the back door, and Lao Zhang, as if he had suddenly felt something, struggled to his feet, and walked over to the woman over there.

This is stinky, Lao Zhang has smelled such a bad smell for the first time in his life.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman.

He cracked his mouth and laughed.

Ha ha.

Ha ha......

Ha ha............

He knew the woman.

His wife.

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Lao Zhang felt a little cold, and the wind here was a little strong.

The first time he came to this kind of place, he could see the night view of the whole city clearly at a glance, Lao Zhang heard that the night view here was very beautiful, but when he came up in person, he didn't have any similar feeling at all.

Isn't it all about flowers? Isn't it just a lot of waiting for it to be clear? How can there be so many beauties in life for you to find?

Lao Zhang feels that those so-called writers, educators, philosophers, and such things are full of food, so what's the use of thinking about those messy things? What's in it for him? It's useless at all, is it? Isn't life meant to live and earn money?

What's the use?

Nothing works.

Life is a shackle, no one can get out of this, no one can get out of this, this is a prison, although you can't see it, but this is a prison, no one can get out of the prison.

What's wrong with attacking someone with bad words? It's just that those people make me uncomfortable! What's wrong with using violence to get people to surrender? I'm more powerful than others, why can't I? What's wrong with doing business unjustly? Who doesn't want to earn money to support their families! What's wrong with spanking a child? If she doesn't listen to me, don't I just want to hit her? What's wrong with gambling when you have money? Isn't it true that all rich people do this?

Why can't I do it if the main characters in it can do it? Why can't I do it if other rich people can do it? Why can't I do it if the so-called noble people can do it? Aren't humans such?

Is there anything wrong with my life?

Is there anything wrong with my life?

It's not me who is at fault!

I'm not wrong at all!

It's wrong......

It's this shit-like society that's wrong!

Blowing in the wind, Lao Zhang felt a little cold, his mind was also dizzy, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

It's the whole world that's wrong!

I wasn't wrong!

I wasn't wrong!

I wasn't wrong!

"This shit ......"

Lao Zhang threw himself forward, his body falling down in the air like a torn piece of paper.

The surrounding brilliance is as if it were glass, unpredictable and impossible to observe.

He felt like everything around him was slowing down.

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He felt malice all around him.

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He eventually landed on the ground, crackling into a patty, and his flesh was blurred.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a piece of shit, and no matter how you look at it, it looks very similar.

Maybe it's an illusion.