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Phoenix Town.

"Fulai Inn".

Lao Dao and the old nun used silver from the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper to dot it, which first confirmed what Hu Wei'e said.

The two of them put their son's body in a coffin and collected their son's body that had not completely decomposed in the soil. Temporarily store it in the coffin shop with a large amount of money.

During this period, there were naturally a few heart-rending and heart-wrenching crying. Every time this heart-rending and grief-stricken cry occurred, hatred and anger gathered in the hearts of the old Tao and the old nun.

The shadow of death has enveloped everyone in the "Cloud Mountains", including men, women, and children.

That night, that is, on the third day and night after Shangguan Zhaoxiu's death, Lao Dao and the old nun washed the "Cloud Villa" in blood.

Shangguan Jingbo, the owner of the village who was unable to move in the slightest after being clicked on the acupoint, was the last person to be killed in the "Cloud Misty Villa". Because in retaliation, Lao Dao and the old nun wanted him to endure the pain of losing his relatives before killing him.

Shangguan Jingbo watched and listened to his family, servants, maids, long-term workers, and family members...... One by one, they died under the sword of the old Taoist and the old nun, under the clutches of the devil, and under the iron fingers. He could do nothing but cry silently. If he hadn't wanted to die and wait for Lao Dao and the old nun to come and "judge" him, so that he could know why he and his Cloud Mountain Villa had suffered such a catastrophe, he would have bitten his tongue and committed suicide.

"Do you know what happened today?" asked Lao Dao after first explaining the acupuncture points that Shangguan Jingbo was pointed.

Lao Dao and the old nun searched the whole village until they couldn't find a single living person, and then they returned to Shangguan Jingbo, who was fixed in the living room.

Shangguan Jingbo shook his head. He is also a person who practices martial arts, although he is not a master, but he also has some skills and routines. But he didn't want to fight back, because he knew that he was definitely no match for the two bosses.

"Three days ago, your adopted son, who is also her biological son and me, a child named Shangguan Zhaoxiu, was in Phoenix Town, and was cut off by a sword and died, you know?"

"What? Xiu'er was cut by a sword and died? How could it be? How could it be?" Hearing this bad news, Shangguan Jingbo's eyes that had just been wiped dry moistened again, and he fell into deep self-blame. "What I should have predicted, what I should have prevented, was my fault. But everybody else is innocent! What's wrong with them? I hurt them, and I deserve to die. More than 80 mouthfuls! You're really good at it......"

"Innocent? Xiu'er is not your own child, so you instructed him to take the risk of robbing the account book and killing Qincha, so that he died young, he is the most innocent. He is not yet twenty years old, and he has not yet married and had children, and my son, you have died unjustly!" the old nun interjected, and as she spoke, she cried out like a little woman with a soft heart, and the female devil who had killed dozens of people (including old people and children) without shedding a single tear was like two people: once a mother begged her to spare her three-year-old son, but the old nun did not relent, and with a swing of her sword, she broke the throats of mother and son; A young man begged her to spare his wife, who was pregnant with Liujia, but the old nun did not relent, and with a swing of her sword, two corpses and three deaths...... The old nun is only soft-hearted when she wails for her son, like a woman, like a mother.

Because Aiko died of being cut by the sword, so the old Tao and the old nun killed people in the Cloud Villa this time, in order to take revenge and vent their hatred, they changed the habit of using the clutches and iron fingers in the past...... Among the corpses, some of the heads had only a little bit of skin left on their shoulders; Some of them were separated from each other, and it was terrifying in the light.

"Alas, the big mistake has already been made, and it is too late to say anything! People cannot be resurrected after death, and it is meaningless to talk about right and wrong. Shangguan Jingbo sighed sadly, seeing that his family members died one after another, and his adopted son passed away before him, he had nothing to be nostalgic for everything in the world. At the same time, he also knew that his two former friends (Lao Dao and Lao Nun) would never let him go today. As for him, after being wiped out, his son and his friends turned against him, and his grief was greater than the death of his heart, and he didn't want to live anymore. "If I say that I have long regarded Xiu'er as my own, and I can give up everything for him, do you believe it? For even if you believe even a little, you will not slaughter more than 80 members of his adoptive father's family, who had raised him for twenty years, just three days after his death; If I say that I didn't instruct Xiu'er to rob the secret account and kill Qincha, it was completely because he was young and vigorous, competitive, and stubborn, and I even went so far as to prevent him from taking this risk, and almost turned father and son against each other, do you believe it? You certainly don't believe it either. Because even if you have the slightest trust in me, you won't go on a killing spree as soon as you enter the door and don't ask anything. I don't regret that I adopted Xiu'er twenty years ago, I put a lot of effort into him, and he also reciprocated a lot of joy and happiness, we are not biological father and son but better than biological father and son. He didn't call you 'Daddy and Mommy', but he called me 'Daddy' for twenty years, and I was content. But I regret that I shouldn't have known you, and I shouldn't have taken the initiative to befriend you two ungrateful and ruthless dog men and women in order to make the villa bigger and stronger. I am to blame for everything that happened today, and I can't blame anyone else. In ten days it will be Xiu'er's twentieth birthday, and I prepared a gift for him yesterday, which was placed in the brocade box on his study table in the villa. I would have liked to give it to him personally, but now it seems impossible. Xiu'er and I are not related by blood, and we may not see each other again in the underground or in the afterlife, so I beg you two to leave this place and burn him with time. Kill me, and you won't have to do it!" At this point, Shangguan Jingbo silently recited > "National Style, Wang Feng, Zhonggu Youbei": "The article is howling, and it is unladylike to meet people! While raising his right hand, he used his big finger and index finger to pinch the throat at his throat, and after a little effort, he only heard the sound of "click", and after listening to the sound ---of "click", he sat on the bamboo bench, tilted his head, and fell sideways on the bamboo bench.