Chapter 80: Madness on the Eve of Parting 10

The fear in Qiao Dalin's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his hands that were as thin as claws trembled even more.

"When you Qiao Dalin was in the limelight, there were countless people, how could they have any hatred for you? However, you did whatever it took to hurt the heavens and reason. She also spread shameless rumors that my mother was not decent, seduced the leader, asked the unit to fire her, and incited a group of shrews to wear broken shoes around her neck and parade through the streets......"

“……”

Yi Xiangxi didn't say any more.

He carried a bag with him, and at this time, in front of Qiao Dalin, he opened the bag.

The two bloody clothes were in a transparent package, shocking.

With the blood stains of thirty years ago. Filled with ominous curses and anger.

"Qiao Dalin, do you know what this is? It was stained with my mother's blood! I remember the day my mother committed suicide clearly...... When she learned the sad news of my father's death, she was so spurred by the blow that she lost her mind...... She doesn't know who her enemies are, and she thinks I'm you...... She came to kill me, to cut me...... She treats me like my worst enemy...... The last words she left me were: 'Son, your enemy's name is Qiao Dalin......"

Your enemy's name is Qiao Dalin!

This sentence has changed the lives of several people.

He has lived in this shadow all his life, carrying the mission of hatred, which must be passed on.

He suddenly stepped forward and glared at the old man's protruding eyes, "You have ruined my family, but you still dare to live shamelessly to this day, old thief Qiao, what else do you have to say now?"

The old man fell to the ground almost once again. It's a pity that he didn't even have the right to fall, and a hand stretched out and held him firmly.

Another big hand was stretched out. It's a machete.

Rust lay across the old man's neck.

His breath was almost suffocating: "You...... What do you want to do......"

Xiang Xi laughed, and with a little effort, the rust stained the old man's neck, and it was pale and yellow.

"You...... Kill me!

"Do you think I'm going to kill you? Qiao Dalin, are you worthy? You're terminally ill, you're struggling to breathe, and your days are running out, so what's the use of me killing you? Killing you will free you...... I'm going to make you more miserable than death......"

As soon as he let go of his hand, the old man coughed, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, his face turned purple, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Yi Xiangxi took a step back in disgust.

"My father died without a body, and we can't even find his bones. Later, I inquired in many ways and found the person you knew well, only to learn that you were so mad that you threw my father's body on the river beach and let the wild dogs eat it alive. Pity my father for dying in vain, and not even a single corpse was left behind...... Qiao old thief! A scoundrel like you actually wants to live a long life, doesn't it say that evil will be rewarded with evil? Why do you vainly try to get a good death?"

The old man did not refute, not a word. When he saw that face clearly, he knew that there was no need to refute it at all.

All the qiē is all the truth.

After decades of fear, impermanence finally came after him.

"To the west...... Your name is Yi Xiangxi! You are exactly like him...... Exactly the same ......"

He couldn't say it anymore, as if he had been choked by the throat by an evil spirit.

"Mother left me this machete before she died, so that I could one day stab you in the chest......"