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The originally warm morning was completely destroyed by Little Fifteen\'s roar.

And Hetun\'s mood was even worse. He was over sixty years old, but he was actually going against a five year old child.

Clang Clang, the sumptuous breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.

"Twelve, has the corpse maker come yet?" Hetun asked fiercely.

"Here it comes. in the side hall. "

Xing Shi\'er deserved to be gentle, but he continued to say: "But Tenth Brother said, Feng Xinglang didn\'t die last night … …"

"It\'s better if he doesn\'t die!" He would use a living body to make it! In front of that woman, he was slowly dissecting her relationship with the vile spawn of Feng Yi Mountain. I have to let her know: the price for betraying me, Xing Mu!

Hetun was on the verge of going insane. This sort of humiliation was enough to suppress him for dozens of years.

Because of a woman who had betrayed him, his life had become dark and brutal. The woman had almost ruined his life.

Although Xing Shi\'er clearly knew that foster father Hetun in this state was obviously sick. But he really did not dare to go against foster father Hetun\'s words.

"Yes, foster father. I\'ll go and arrange it right away! " Xing Shi\'er retreated.

Since Feng Xinglang had to die, then what was the difference between dying a day earlier and dying a day later? It seemed too cruel to use a living person to make a desiccated corpse.

The former Hetun was vicious, but not cruel and malicious. However, when it came to treating Feng Xinglang, it revealed his extremely dark side.

Feng Xinglang was on the verge of death. The blood stains on his handsome face were dried up, but his expression was especially calm.

When Xing Shi\'er came in, he was holding a dagger that was shining with a cold light.

He looked down from above at Feng Xinglang, who was just inches away from death, and was speechless.

Kanglang, Xing Shi\'er threw the dagger in his hand in front of Feng Xinglang.

"My foster father will make you into … A desiccated corpse. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it? "

Xing Shi\'er wanted to give Feng Xinglang a quick death. After all, using a living person to make a desiccated corpse was too cruel.

Inexplicably, Xing Shi\'er still respected Feng Xinglang quite a bit. Although he was not as good as he was, he was a man with a high IQ and EQ.

Battling with Feng Xinglang was really quite interesting. But at this very moment, Feng Xinglang had no choice but to die.

Death at an early age? Or was he jealous of talent?

"My attacks will be quick... It will make you more comfortable. "

Xing Shi\'er suggested. It would be better to give Feng Xinglang a quick death than let that bunch of corpse creators desecrate his body while he was still alive.

"Thank you …"

Feng Xinglang\'s voice choked in his throat, he no longer had the extra strength to speak.

He shook his head vigorously and smiled, "There\'s no need. He wanted to let this woman see with her own eyes how her son died … "Alright then!"

"..."

Xing Shi\'er was shocked. What does that mean? Feng Xinglang wanted his mother to see him become a dried up corpse?

"Feng Xinglang, you, you don\'t have to do this."

Xing Shi\'er still could not bear to see this. It wasn\'t that he wasn\'t cruel, nor was it that he was compassionate. It was just that Feng Xinglang was Little Fifteen\'s father after all. If he could do something, why couldn\'t he be a good person like Xing Old Eighth?

"Xing Shi\'er, let my son Linnuo … Don\'t avenge me. Tell him this is all his son\'s fault. "

Feng Xinglang\'s voice was hoarse, but it was heavy like a mountain.

"I will."

Xing Shi\'er picked up the dagger from the ground, "You really don\'t need my help?"

The so called help: was simply giving Feng Xinglang a quick death!

Feng Xinglang held a smile in his mouth, but in the end, he still shook his head, "There\'s really no need … I want my mother to see her own son die! That is her punishment, and also my retribution! "

"Well said! You have guts! "

Hetun\'s robust figure slowly walked in. There was no longer the trembling and depression from last night. At this moment, Hetun was filled with sick excitement.

Behind Hetun stood a few Egyptians. Two men were carrying a metal box with strange characters and images of ancient Egypt carved into it. Two more people were carrying a kneeling terracotta soldier.

It looks like these things were probably prepared for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of the Hetun and the existence of the group of Egyptians. He just stared at the wax statue of his mother.

Then, he laughed.

A smile slowly spread across his handsome face, from his thin lips all the way to the corner of his lips; it spread all over his bloodied face.

Soon after, he was tied to a simple operating table.

After two to three minutes of the ceremony, the Egyptians would start to cut open the body cavity and remove Feng Xinglang\'s internal organs.

"Ah He, did you see that?" Your son is going to pay for you! Don\'t you feel sad... Aren\'t you sad? What a heartless woman! "

Hetun seemed to have gone berserk. He talked to the wax statue.

The tip of the blade struck against Feng Xinglang\'s abdominal cavity …

"Amu …" "Amu …"

Suddenly, the Hetun heard the woman\'s shouts.

"Ah He, you spoke?" Did you speak? "

The Hetun moved closer and pressed his ear close to the wax statue\'s mouth.

"Amu …" Where are you? Please don\'t hurt my child. "Amu …"

Yes! It was the woman\'s voice! Because in the entire Hetun, only one woman had ever called him \'Amu\'!

"Father, what\'s wrong?"

Sensing that the Hetun was abnormal, Xing Shi\'er immediately went forward to support the strange looking Hetun.

Twelve. Ah He has spoken! She was calling me Ammu. It was Su He! Only she can call me Ammu! "

Looking at the foster father Hetun, it seemed that his cultivation was really going to go berserk.

As he listened carefully, Xing Shi\'er also seemed to have heard someone call the foster father Hetun \'Amu\'.

But this voice … So familiar!

"Amu …" Please... Don\'t hurt my child. "Amu …"

Xing Shi\'er could clearly tell that it was Lin Xueluo\'s voice!

What was this woman doing?

"Twelfth, did you hear that?" Hetun shook Xing Shi\'er\'s shoulders fiercely.

"Father, I heard it …" That sound seems to be coming from outside. "

Xing Shi\'er seemed to be completely shocked by foster father Hetun\'s strange and terrifying appearance. It was as if he never imagined that a \'Amu\' would cause his foster father to go berserk like this.

Before Xing Shi\'er even finished his sentence, the Hetun had already staggered out of the sacrifice room.

Could it be that things had turned for the better?

"All of you stop!"

Xing Shi\'er immediately scolded the few Egyptians, "sutures his wounds first!"

Finished speaking, Xing Shi\'er also chased after him.

The one screaming \'Ah Mu\' in pain, was indeed Lin Xueluo.

She was blocked outside the Pater Castle by Xing Si and Xing Wu. No matter how much she kneeled and begged, they were unmoved.

Because the Hetun had said this before: Without his permission, no one is allowed to trespass, and no one is allowed to leave the Pater Castle.

In desperation, Xueluo could only use all of his strength to shout \'Ah Mu\' outside the Pater Castle.

She felt that no matter how she spoke, the Hetun would not be able to hear her as much as this\' Ah Mu \'.

Only if Hetun heard her voice would she be able to enter the Pater Castle. And thus, he could see the Hetun!

Xing Si and Xing Wu were extremely loyal to their duty. foster father Hetun only said that no one was allowed to enter and leave the Pater Castle, and no one was not allowed to shout.

Moreover, Lin Xueluo was not an outsider. Those that could be convenient, under the condition that they didn\'t go against foster father Hetun\'s orders, would treat Little Fifteen as a good person for his sake.

Hetun, who had rushed out of the sacrifice room, chased after Ah Mu after hearing his call.

Hetun who had just seen the wind seemed to have calmed down all of a sudden.

A woman who had been dead for decades could not be revived.

As for a wax statue, it was even more impossible for it to speak.

At the entrance of the Pater Castle, the Hetun saw Lin Xueluo. Lin Xueluo who was shouting \'Ah Mu\'.

In an instant, Hetun\'s vicious aura once again accumulated all over his body.

"It\'s you?" "You\'re courting death!"

Hetun, who had been tricked, angrily pulled out a spear from Xing Wu\'s body, and fiercely stuck it between Lin Xueluo\'s eyebrows.

But Lin Xueluo was smiling. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Hetun, actually, this spear should be pointed at your head! Mother Feng, you\'re in love with the wrong person … You are not worthy of your mother\'s love at all! "

"Shut up!"

With a click, Hetun loaded the gun.

"Is Feng Xinglang dead?" Xueluo was not afraid of the fully loaded spear in Hetun\'s hands.

"You\'re late! He has been turned into a mummy by me! I want him to kneel in front of his mother forever and pay his debts for her! "

"Feng Xinglang is dead? "He\'s dead …"

Xueluo immediately cried out in anguish.

"Hetun, you actually killed your own biological son? You\'re still not eating the tiger poison... How can you be so cruel? "

"Lin Xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can tell me any lies!"

The Hetun scoffed.

"Feng Xinglang\'s real name should actually be Xing Lang. Like you, he\'s also surnamed Xing! This is because he is your, Xing Mu\'s, biological son! "

Xueluo was already sobbing.

He had done his best, but he was still a step too late.

With a stumble, Xueluo fell face first onto the ground. Her world seemed to come to an abrupt end.

"Lin Xueluo, don\'t you think that your reasons are forced to such an extent that it\'s laughable?"

Because Feng Xinglang\'s name had a similar \'yes\' in it, so he had to pretend that Feng Xinglang was his, Xing Mu\'s, son?

"Your technique is too despicable!" Of course the Hetun would not believe it.

Xueluo laid on the ground, mumbling in a sad and dismal manner: "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU …"

"I heard love. I believe in love!

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.

It was like a desolate wind …

Through the veins of my blood loss …

The faith that exists in those who stand guard over the years! "

"See you... Siamu … Hahahaha, Feng mama, you really love the wrong person! This man is not worthy of your love at all, yet you have suffered so much humiliation and slander to give birth to his child … "

Hetun froze!

"You don\'t believe me, do you? Using Feng Xinglang\'s blood to make a paternity test, wouldn\'t that be the truth? "

Xueluo crawled up from the ground, and looked straight at Hetun\'s stiff face and laughed miserably.

"But I don\'t think we should do it! Because that would be a disgrace to his mother, and even more so, an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang would rather die than have a father like you! "

Xueluo was furious.

A burst of violent fire assaulted the heart, and with a \'puchi\' sound, Hetun spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a long while, Hetun finally bit out one word:

"Do it!"

(End of text!) By the end of tomorrow.)