This place is a smuggling tunnel for the Three-Phase Gang.

And this open place is a material placement place, which can be regarded as a node on the way to this smuggling tunnel.

At this moment, this empty place has been arranged into a mourning hall.

The mourning hall is simple, with only a few white candles and spiritual portraits.

Lu Ming took a deep breath, glanced at Song Laosan, who was walking step by step, and turned his head to look at the spirit position.

I saw that the spiritual seat was clearly written: Song Ayu's spiritual position.

"Remember her?"

Standing three meters in front of Lu Ming, Song Laosan stopped, he asked, there was a fire in his eyes, and it began to burn.

Looking at Lu Ming's eyes, Song Laosan was at a loss.

And he understood.

"Oh, you forgot......"

It can't be said that Lu Ming forgot.

He had indeed fused the memories of the original owner of the body.

But among these memories, there are too many bullshit things, and some bad and useless memories, Lu Ming selectively blocked them - otherwise he, the five good young people of the new century, will explode with three views.

This is much more exciting than any banned film.

Song Laosan walked past Lu Ming, picked up the incense candles on the altar, and lit them.

With little smoke, Song Laosan inserted incense and spoke softly.

"A year ago, you and your friends fell in love with a woman on the street."

"You were drunk and pestering her."

"She said, young master, my brother is a member of the Sanxiang Gang Tianzitang."

"You said, then you should accompany the master to play a good game."

"She cried and begged you to let him go."

"But you didn't."

"You and your group of Second Ancestor friends tortured her for a whole day and a night......"

Blocked memories welled up in my mind.

In the memory, the girl's desperate screams, and the tortured bloody flesh began to gradually become clear.

Lu Ming's pupils began to shrink and tremble.

The girl's desperation, the lawless evil of the second ancestors, tore Lu Ming's memory barrier like a sharp sword.

The huge sensory stimulation even provoked Lu Ming's physiological response.

He couldn't help but "vomit".

Food scraps and yellow water splattered out like this, adding a touch of filth to this humble mourning hall.

The voice of rage suddenly came from his side!

"You threw up!? Are you disgusting!? ”

A huge force lifted from the top of his head, and it was Song Laosan who grabbed Lu Ming's hair and broke Lu Ming's face in the direction of the portrait.

He roared and roared like an enraged beast.

"Is it disgusting? Do you look at her disgusting face? ”

"No ......"

As soon as Lu Ming said a word, he heard a snap.

The bear-like slap slapped Lu Ming in the face, causing Lu Ming's mouth and nose to bleed and his teeth shattered.

"It's not my sister who is disgusting, it's you!"

"Now, get down on my knees."

"Kneel in front of her!!"

In front of the power of Song Lao Sanjiupin, Lu Ming was like a straw, fiddling with others.

He was pressed by the force and knelt down in front of the spiritual seat.

He was forcibly pressed down on his head again and smashed to the ground with all his might!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Blood began to splatter, staining the mourning hall red.

Lu Ming felt that his brain was starting to get muddy.

Song Laosan's voice in his ears gradually became blurred, as if coming from the sky.

"Disgusting!?"

"Disgusting, you bitch!!"

"It's just a waste for you, even if you are a waste, because of your father, your sister, I can respect you!"

"But why are you...... Why are you my sister!! ”

"Just because you were born with a good father!?"

"Just because you have a good sister!?"

"Why!?"

"Bang!"

The huge force made Lu Ming's face bloom and collapse to the ground, and the blood dripped and condensed into a puddle.

On the side, Song Laosan cried and laughed and shouted: "Now it's okay, the old gang leader is dead, and your sister has given up on you...... Look what you is!? Without your father, without your sister, you're a puddle of shitky shit! ”

The right leg kicked Lu Ming's abdomen like a whip, causing Lu Ming to squirt out a mouthful of blood and sprinkle it on Ah Yu's portrait......

Looking at Ah Yu's face, which was stained red by blood, Song Laosan's eyes suddenly fell into a trance for a moment.

"Forget it......"

He spoke in a calm tone.

"You'd better just die."

……

Tremendous force came from his chest again.

Song Laosan tugged on Lu Ming's collar, lifted Lu Ming, and carried him in front of him.

Lu Ming looked at Song Laosan.

I can see the piercing killing intent in those cold eyes.

There is only killing intent.

The feud of blood relatives can only be repaid with blood.

This is the most simple and the most natural logic.

Kill and you will pay for your life!

Song Laosan also looked at Lu Ming.

Seeing this moment, Lu Ming's eyes were confused, and it seemed that he was concussed.

But from the depths of his gaze, he could see the hidden guilt and the strong desire to survive.

Lu Ming wants to live.

He really didn't want to die.

But Song Laosan wanted Lu Ming to die.

"You must die."

The left hand slowly touched Lu Ming's neck, and the huge palm pinched Lu Ming's thin neck.

Song Laosan began to exert force.

Lu Ming's face visibly turned red.

Abruptly, a mosquito-like voice sounded from Lu Ming's mouth.

"I'm sorry ......"

Lu Ming's eyes were crooked, looking at Ah Yu's spiritual position and saying.

Song Laosan smiled.

"Ahh It's time to say you're sorry, but what's the use of being sorry at this point? ”

He continued to exert his strength, and suddenly heard Lu Ming speak again.

"I'm sorry......"

Song Laosan's face instantly became hideous.

"I've said I'm sorry for ......"

"Zheng" sound.

If the water of the clear spring is dingdong, the poison snake suddenly spreads its teeth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he faintly caught a glimpse of a cold light.

In the next second, Song Laosan felt a pain in his jaw.

"I'm sorry......"

"I'm sorry!"

"I knew he was doing something wrong."

"But I'm not him...... I'm really...... Really ......"

"Poof."

The sword light went straight up from the soft flesh at his chin, and with Lu Ming's strength, the blade quickly deepened, and slowly broke through Song Laosan's Heavenly Spirit Cover, revealing the tip of the sword from his hair bun.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

The viscous plasma made Lu Ming only feel sticky and slippery on his hands, but it couldn't stop him from pinching the hilt of the sword, as if he was pinching the last straw.

Blood began to fill Song Laosan's eyes.

His cloudy pupils were visibly reddened.

The force on his neck instantly relaxed, and he only heard two "poofs".

Lu Ming and Song Laosan, one left and one right, fell on both sides of Ah Yu's spiritual seat.

"Forehead ......"

"Uh......"

Song Laosan twitched, like a fish out of water, he struggled to cover the sword hole on his chin, but he couldn't stop the flow of blood at all, let alone the flow of life.

A faint voice came from not far away again.

"I'm sorry ......"

"I just really don't want to die!"

The picture in the eyes gradually darkens.

The afterimage in his eyes is the blood-stained portrait of his sister Ayuna.

'I don't accept ......'

'I'm not convinced! ’

'How could it be ......'

A shadow suddenly occupies the entire field of vision.

It was Lu Ming, whose face was covered with blood like a mad demon, who fell from the sky and pressed Song Laosan's body!

The long sword reflected the cold light in the lamplight, and the spirit snake sword was fast and accurate, and a sword was inserted into Song Laosan's eye socket!

"I don't want to die yet......"

"So, you're going to die!!"

Lu Ming, who was holding a sharp sword, had a red reflection in his eyes.

I couldn't tell if it was blood or a monstrous glow.