Chapter Ninety-Four: A Terrible Dream

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"The smell of blood in the south is strong, and so is the smell of rust on you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The south side and the young master of the Hua family, these are two places, the two places are a little far apart, and there seems to be no connection, but the young master of the Hua family knows that the smell of rust on his body is the smell of blood in the south, and the smell of blood in the south is really bloody.

The smell of blood naturally comes from real blood, and the blood that can be mentioned will naturally not be the blood of any animal, but only the blood of people, and the blood of many people, no more, no less, exactly fifty-two.

It just so happened that there were no more servants and maids in the Hua family, and there were exactly fifty-two.

It just so happened that the fifty-two people all died in the south of the Hua family's compound.

It just so happened that the young master of the Hua family also went to the south this morning.

It just so happened that Xia He also secretly went to the south.

So, he knows everything.

Of course, the young master of the Hua family knew what he had done, he was a relatively serious person, and when he killed those people, he also counted their numbers seriously and killed them seriously. Just like they once served him seriously, as seriously as the master of the Hua family and the entire Hua family.

He reciprocated that seriousness with this seriousness, he didn't feel anything wrong, if there was anything really wrong, it was just a little strange, a little unpleasant, and a little uncomfortable when his hands that were used to being stained with the scent of dirt and flowers were sticking to blood.

The nose that used to smell the fragrance of flowers was also a little unpleasant and uncomfortable after smelling the strong smell of blood and rust.

I was accustomed to the scene of flowers in front of me, but this morning I was filled with a blood-red color, a sad look, a desperate look, and a struggling look, some ugly, and a little uncomfortable.

As for the sounds, he couldn't hear anything, because he was afraid that he would let them go if he heard the begs for mercy, but he couldn't let go of a single person, so he had to seal his hearing.

He is always a serious person, he knows that to remove the weeds in the flower beds, he must get rid of the roots of the weeds, and he also knows that to kill some people, he must first make himself not soft-hearted, not soft-hearted, and his hands will not be soft, and he can also kill people to be sharp.

Because he is not the kind of butcher who kills after all, he is just a young man who seriously likes flowers, so he kills people as skillfully as weeding, but he raises his hand, but a flower that can kill is born from the palm of his hand, but with a wave of his hand, those people die, very simple, and even less complicated than the bath he took after killing those people.

took a shower seriously, and then went to seriously "like" Xiao Lian and acted in a scene seriously.

Next, he's going to catch another person seriously.

It's just that the man said a word, but he wiped out the kind of cruelty that he had seriously erected.

It's very simple, the man looked at him and said a word, not very serious and embarrassed.

That sentence pulled him back to the scarlet morning sun in the morning, and the blood under the morning sun was ugly, and now it seemed that it was not only ugly, but also very sticky, and those sticky blood had been sticking to his fingertips, fingers, nails, fingers, and the entire palm.

The blood of the servants, the old servants, and the servants was stuck to the palms of his hands, and the servants who always laughed secretly when they saw him died, and when they died, the blood splashed on the index finger and thumb that he usually used to take the teacup.

When the old man, who made the pastries so well, died, blood on his sideburns.

When the little guy who regarded the young master of the Hua family as his master and friend died, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, and finally grabbed the hem of the little maid costume on the young master of the Hua family, which used to belong to him.

The young master of the Hua family thought that he could kill those people without hearing the curses of those who died, without hearing their cries, without hearing their cries, and he did kill those people.

The young master of the Hua family thought that he could forget the expressions of those people when they died, and the pools of congealed sticky blood, but he found that he had not forgotten at all.

Just think that it was the punishment left by those who died on the young master of the Hua family, maybe it was just because the young master of the Hua family had not learned to kill, and after not learning to kill many people, he forgot that he had killed people and continued to live his life of growing flowers.

It was just a sentence, and the young master of the Hua family could no longer see Xia He's figure clearly in his eyes, he could only see countless blood, and the air seemed to be filled with the same smell of rust that lingered in a small mound in the south this morning.

The young master of the Hua family seems to have more red figures in front of him, which are human figures, no more, no less, exactly fifty-two.

Fifty-two blood-stained figures struggled towards him.

Xia He's eyes flashed with gray brilliance, and the eyes of the young master of the Hua family were also inadvertently dyed with a layer of gray.

Then there was another gust of wind, a gray wind, blowing from Xia He's direction, but it didn't wake up the young master of the Hua family who was in a nightmare, because that gust of wind was not meant to wake him up, but to hurt him.

When the wind blows fast enough, it can also hurt people, and where the wind blows, there are more scars on the body of the young master of the Hua family, and the wind blows out one after another, tearing the plain white clothes on the young master of the Hua family and tearing his skin.

The placket was torn and red, seeping out, and began to soak the plain white clothes of the young master of the Hua family, and the young master of the Hua family seemed to have red flowers blooming on his body, just like the red flowers like flames under the high platform.

The gray wind blew through the body of the young master of the Hua family, and then disappeared, without a trace falling on Xiao Pian who was squatting on the ground, Xia He naturally would not hurt his somewhat poor sister.

As for the young master of the Hua family, he naturally doesn't need it and doesn't care.

It's just that the young master of the Hua family, who had countless wounds on his body, still didn't wake up from the panic, he just opened his eyes wide, staring at the front, Xia He was in front of him, but he didn't look at Xia He, staring at the nothingness in front of him, as if there was something there that made him extremely panicked.

It was the nightmare that Xia He brought him, as a sweet and illusory revenge he brought to Xiao Lian.

It's just that revenge doesn't even sweeten, only deep panic, and despair.

The young master of the Hua family seemed to have returned to this morning, and those people he killed were carrying knives to kill him, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

At this time, the high platform was also really filled with the smell of rust, the smell wafting out from the tiny wounds on the young master of the Hua family.

But there has always been a chair next to the young master of the Hua family, and there has always been a person sitting on the chair, and that person is his father.

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Good luck to you, I'm not good at writing plays, I try to write as seriously as possible.