The storm roared all night until the rising sun gradually dissipated. [26nbsp;] Han Fu's eyes were dissipated, and he hugged his mother's already cold body without saying a word. Cui San cried and fell to Mrs. Han's feet. The entire Han Mansion was filled with the smell of blood soaring into the sky.

"Young Master...Young Master..." After a long time, Cui Sancai cried and said, "What should we do?"

"What should I do?" Han Fu murmured: "Yes, what should I do now?"

He put down his mother's body, slowly stood up, and looked at the house that was still heaven yesterday. Suddenly, Han Fu said, "Cui San, do you say I have lived so much, have you ever done something about human affairs?"

"Young Master..." Cui Sanyi was stunned. He lowered his head and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Han Fu sneered, his eyes full of resentment: "My mother is as kind as a mountain to me. She has been working hard for many years to raise me up. She shows up and takes on business alone...and me, and I can only go to the kilns and fight with others! When...when did I share the pressure for my mother?"

Cui San said nothing, Han Fu laughed rily, and suddenly, he stretched out his palm and slapped his face a few times and said, "Now, my whole family has been killed! I actually asked what I want to do?"

"Cui San, do you think I, Han Fu, are you still a personal person if I don't avenge them?" He looked at the blood that had condensed into scabs on the ground and said slowly.

Cui San was silent for a while and said firmly: "Young Master! I, Cui San, swear to advance and retreat with you!"

But Han Fu did not answer him and said directly: "Cui San, let's sell this family!"

"What?" Cui San was shocked: "Young Master, my family is sold, where do you live?"

"Where to live?" Han Fu laughed at himself, "From now on, the sky will be used as a bed by the ground. I will never come back to Suhai City!"

"Young Master..." Cui San wanted to say something else.

"Stop talking!" Han Fu interrupted loudly: "You can arrange this matter, and you sell all the decorations, utensils, and shops in your home! Don't report to me how much you sold... Just distribute it... and bury everyone well... and accompany each household with money..."

Although Cui San could not see anyone, he could still hear the determination in Han Fu's tone. After a while, he slapped his thigh and sighed: "Forget it! Forget it! I'm the one I heard from the young master!" As he said that, he touched a long stick and stumbled.

Han Fu smiled bitterly, picked up his mother's body, and walked towards the Chaoyang without looking back...

Three days later, the Han family's pawns were completed and all the servants were properly buried. Han Fu wore mourning clothes, knelt in front of his mother's grave, staring at Lanxiang without saying a word. "Young master..." Cui San said: "Eighty-one servants have been buried, and each household has sent 500 taels of pension..."

Han Fu nodded mutely and said, "You've done a good job."

"Oh!" Cui San sighed, and took out the silver bill from his arms tremblingly and said, "Young master... Now we have 1,000 taels of silver left... If we save money, we will never be hungry."

Han Fu smiled and said, "You've calculated it wrong."

Cui San was stunned and said in a trembling voice: "Is it because the young master questioning Cui San's greed for money?"

Han Fu stood up and walked to Cui San, put the silver in his hand back into Cui San's arms and said, "There are 82 servants in our family, including you Cui San."

"Young Master!" Cui San was shocked, "What do you mean? Are you going to drive me away?"

Han Fu sighed and said, "The fate of my trip is unpredictable. Why do you have to take risks with me? With this money, you can still redeem Xiao Taohong and live a happy life with her!"

"Pu!" Cui San knelt down, tears flowing down his bumpy cheeks and said, "Young Master, when I was in a state of decline, you and my wife saved me. Now the young master is in trouble, how can I, Cui San, leave me alone?"

Han Fu ignored him and made a gesture to leave. Cui Sanyi gritted his teeth and hugged Han Fu's legs and said, "Young Master! If you want to leave, just take me with you!"

"Let go!" Han Fu said coldly: "You are blind now, a useless person, why should you go with me?"

Cui San was stunned when he heard this. He seemed to be thundering, "You are blind now, you are a useless person, why should you go with me?" Han Fu's words circled in his mind. Suddenly, Cui San laughed, took out a silver note from his arms, kowtowed three times, "Young Master is right, Cui San is disabled and is not worthy of staying with you!"

Han Fu snorted coldly, Cui San smiled bitterly, and suddenly took out a dagger with a cold light from his arms. His wrist turned, as if he was pricking his throat! "Swish!" At some point, Han Fu had already snatched Cui San. His eyes were red, and he grabbed Cui San and knocked down the dagger in his hand. He stretched out his hand and slapped him heavily in the face.

Cui San felt dizzy and thunder in his ears continued. He was about to get angry, but suddenly his body became weak and he was hugged. "You... are you dog slaves going to piss me to death?" Han Fu cried.

"Young Master..." Cui San was surprised.

"I... I'm just a relative like you! You're dead, why can I still live?" He cried, "I beg you... just live here... Don't worry me!"

"Young Master!" Cui San collapsed in an instant, hugged Han Fu and burst into tears.

"Papapapapapapa!" Someone applauded and said, "What a touching scene!"

Han Fu was shocked, wiped away the tears, stared at the man coldly and said, "Ou Shenghua!"

Not far away, Ou Shenghua laughed strangely. Behind him, a group of burly men stood, staring at the two of them with fierce eyes.

"Ha!" Ou Shenghua laughed and said, "Brother Han is in trouble, why don't you notify me? I have always helped you with your relationship."

"Damn it!" Cui Sanda cursed: "Things are worse than pigs and dogs!"

Ou Shenghua's face turned cold and he sneered: "Brother Han, your dog is not well-behaved again!"

Han Fu laughed fiercely and said, "Yes, your big dog is barking here?"

Ou Shenghua was furious when he remembered the humiliation of losing gambling that day. He waved his hand and sneered: "Brother Han, let me teach you how to be a human being today!"

Han Fu was shocked, and he pushed Cui San hard and said, "You run away!"

Before Cui San could react, Ou Shenghua's evil pounce had already hit him. They were strong in shape and beat less, and they pressed Cui San to the ground without any effort.

"Ha!" Ou Shenghua smiled and said, "There is another young master Han, don't tell him to escape!"

Han Fu is very brave and fierce in daily life and is a regular fighter. He fights against four. Although he is at a disadvantage, he has not been knocked down yet. Ou Shenghua is obviously prepared this time. The evil slaves are all strong and punched with the wind. Han Fu persists for a while, and suddenly he is punched hard in the back of his head. He immediately feels that his eyes are black and falls to the ground.

But the evil slaves kept fighting and kicking, and their fists fell on Han Fu like raindrops. Han Fu was in severe pain and had to hold his head tightly and let them do whatever they wanted.

Cui San screamed in shock and stumbled on it, but was kicked to the ground and moaned continuously.

Ou Shenghua laughed and said fiercely: "Who is surnamed Han, are you convinced?"

Han Fu was beaten so hard that his whole body seemed to be dispersed. How could he have the strength to speak? Ou Shenghua looked contemptuous and shouted, "Stop!"

The evil slave immediately dispersed when he heard this. Ou Shenghua laughed strangely, strode forward, grabbed Han Fu's hair and said, "Master Han, are you convinced? Now as long as you learn to bark for me a few times, I will spare you!"

According to Han Fu's usual nature, he must beg for mercy with a saliva. But somehow, his family experienced a huge change, and the aversion to his aversion to his masculinity was aroused. Han Fu sneered and suddenly let out a mouthful of phlegm. With a "pah", the phlegm came out, Ou Shenghua screamed "ah", and the phlegm swayed on his face.

"I'll submit to your grandma!" Han Fu cursed angrily.

"Beat him to death! Beat him hard!" Ou Shenghua was furious and instructed the evil servant to take action.

When everyone heard this, they started to take action again. When they received the order from their master, they were extremely vicious. Han Fu felt that there was no pain or trembling in his body. Several times, Han Fu couldn't help but want to beg for mercy. But when he thought of his family's miserable situation and what he did in daily life, he would not make any anger at his own anger. Therefore, he kept gritting his teeth and never begging for mercy. Even in his heart, he still had some hope that he would be beaten to death.

Seeing Han Fu's toughness, Ou Shenghua couldn't vent his anger. He suddenly shouted: "Stop it all! The young master comes to greet him in person!"

After hearing this, everyone hurriedly scattered. Ou Shenghua sneered, picked up the dagger that Cui San had used just now, and shook it in front of Han Fu's eyes and said, "My surname is Han, since your master and servant have deep feelings, then how about I let you be like him?"

Han Fu looked at the shaky dagger and sneered: "Little Dog Ou, if you don't do it today, I will look down on you!"

Ou Shenghua was furious. Although he was determined to kill Han Fu, he was still afraid of the law, fearing that killing people would violate the law. But he must not let out this tone. He sneered, suddenly raised his dagger and stabbed Han Fu heavily in his palm!

"Swish!" With a crisp sound, the dagger immediately fell into his palm and nailed Han Fu's hand to the ground. "Ah!" Han Fu howled in pain. "Young Master!" Cui San exclaimed: "Young Master! What's wrong with you!"

Ou Shenghua sneered: "Who is surnamed Han, how tough should you show me?"

Han Fu screamed in pain and immediately stopped talking. Beads of sweat were flowing down from his forehead. He wanted to use the same trick again, and then he let out a mouthful of phlegm to spit it at Ou Shenghua, but Ou Shenghua was prepared. When he saw Han Fu talking, he immediately furiously said, "You are looking for death!" As he said that, he kicked Han Fu on the head.

Han Fu felt dizzy, as if he had opened a water and land temple, thinking about it constantly.

Seeing that Han Fu was already in a semi-coma, Ou Shenghua spat and was about to leave. Suddenly, a vicious plan came to his heart. Ou Shenghua laughed, bypassed Han Fu, and went straight to Han’s mother’s grave.

"What do he want to do?" Han Fu asked in his heart in a confused state.

Ou Shenghua waved to the evil slaves and smiled: "All come here, all come here! Let's fertilize Mrs. Han!"

When everyone heard this, they laughed, untied their belts while walking, and walked towards the tombstone. Han Fu's mind buzzed: "They want to insult their mother!"

Just as he was thinking, he had heard the sparse sound of untiing his pants. Ou Shenghua took off and cursed, "You deserve to fight with me? I want your whole family to die!"

Somehow, a surge of anger surged in Han Fu's heart, as if a tragedy from hell. In an instant, his whole body was filled with strength. Without thinking, he pulled out the dagger with his left hand and ran towards Ou Shenghua.

When Ou Shenghua heard the voice, he looked back in panic, but saw Han Fu's eyes flushed and murderous aura rushed towards him!

"Oh my God!" Ou Shenghua shouted, trying to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Han Fu was moving very fast, and a trace was drawn from the shaky dagger: it was a death talisman from the Netherworld.

"You..." Ou Shenghua could not continue to say anything before he could finish spitting out a word. He looked down in disbelief and saw that the dagger had penetrated deep into his throat.

"Gudong!" Ou Shenghua fell down, and the dust rose. When the evil slaves saw it, they screamed: "Young Master!" Ou Shenghua stared at Han Fu's murderous aura, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart. He kicked his legs and his pupils were dissipated.

Han Fu never dreamed that he would kill someone. He looked at his scarlet hand, and pleasure and fear broke through the shackles in an instant and wandered inside him.

The master died, and the evil slave would be half-dead even if he did not die. They hated Han Fu so much that they were about to pounce on him and tear him apart. Although Cui San couldn't see him, he also understood what was going on in his heart. "Young Master! Are you still standing there? Run away quickly!" He shouted.

Han Fu was shocked and the word "escape!" popped out of his mind. His legs moved by themselves, and he ran to the west as if he was dead. The evil slave was afraid that he would run away and could not handle the job, so he could no longer care about Cui San. Everyone shouted and scolded and chased Han Fu...

Cui San was lying on the ground, his whole body was in ache. He could not see the blue sky, but could hear the sound. The wind rustled and the insects chirped. "Young master... you should take care of yourself." Cui San said crying.

But Han Fu forgot everything and ran away. The evil slaves followed closely and refused to give up. They shouted and scolded and roared to chase him. In the final analysis, Han Fu was still a pampered young master, and his physical strength could never be comparable to these people. He ran for a while and his body was almost exhausted. Only one thought was left to support his legs movement, that is, "revenge".

Suddenly, the road turned, it was rugged and difficult to move, and it was bumpy and steep. Han Fu ran away with his head and did not check for a moment, but he tripped onto the strange rock. He heard the sound of "Guru Guru Guru" endlessly. Han Fu rolled down like a wheel... After a while, he rolled down from the slope to the bottom of the slope, and then from the slope to the grass. He stopped, and his whole body was covered in blood. None of his clothes were complete. When a strong light shone, he stabbed into Han Fu's eyes like a sharp sword. Han Fu felt that his eyes were black, and there was a roar in front of him, which was so uncomfortable that it was hard to describe in words. Then, the blood surged up and rushed straight to his chest. Han Fu "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood, losing consciousness.

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