"I think you are looking for death." A black-faced bodyguard slapped the horse's butt hard with the blade of a knife and shouted loudly.
At this time, a fat man following the coffin sneered and said, "You have such a stinky mouth, I will have to break your stinky teeth later."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen finger-thick ropes stretched out from the snow. Because of the sudden incident, the galloping horses had no time to steady their horses, and they all fell into the snow. Until this time, the running horses
The moving coffin stopped. "It just so happened" that Zhu Long and his group were caught in the funeral procession of more than 20 people.
The six bodyguards under Zhu Long were also considered top-notch experts. Even though they were in trouble, they reacted very quickly. The six of them surrounded the city in a circle, tightly surrounding Zhu Long in the middle.
"Who are you? Ask your leader to come out and talk to me." Zhu Long held the handle of the knife with both hands and blurted out.
With a "bang", the lid of a coffin suddenly opened. In surprise, I saw a white hand stretched out from the coffin, and then placed heavily on the edge of the coffin.
Zhu Long tried to calm down and said with twitching corners of his mouth: "Who...who is pretending to be a ghost?"
A voice that made people get goosebumps came from the coffin: "Whoever in the world has enmity with me, I will drink and chop off his head with a knife. I am just reliving the feeling of six years ago. Mr. Zhu Er, you
Do you want me to wait?"
"Six years ago?!" Zhu Long buried his head, searching for what happened six years ago in his mind.
At this time, a young man suddenly sat up in the big-headed coffin. This young man had thick black eyebrows and a pair of deep dimples.
At this moment, Zhu Long had no way of thinking that the young man in front of him was actually the child with disheveled hair who turned into bones. He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion: "Six years ago, I seemed to
I have never done anything sorry to you, and I have never even seen you."
The pain on the young man's face flashed away, and he quickly regained his composure. He clapped his hands and chuckled: "Since Zhu Er, the noble man of the family, forgets things a lot, I will remind you. Six years ago, in Mojia Village, there was a tomb robbery.
.”
The eight words echoed in his ears. After Zhu Long heard this, his expression changed drastically. He clenched a heavy fist, pointed at the young man's nose in disbelief and said: "You...who are you? How do you know?"
...from Mojiacun..."
The young man's figure suddenly floated up from the coffin, and a few words fell from the air: "Because I am from Mojia Village. I escaped death six years ago, and now I am here to take revenge."
When Zhu Long heard Mo Feifan's words, his body was shaken. Was there something wrong when he massacred the village?
Zhu Long's facial muscles stiffened and he said: "Oh, it turns out he is from Mojia Village. When he comes out to fool around, he always has to pay back. If he dies in your hands, I have nothing to say. It's just a pity for my son. I will die.
I didn’t help him find out who was behind it.”
Mo Feifan didn't say anything, but just winked at Hou Xiaobai. Hou Xiaobai took notice and nodded to answer for him: "Don't worry, you're not going to die so soon. If we wanted you to die, we wouldn't save you."
"What?" Zhu Long and others asked in unison: "Saved us?"
"Of course, if we hadn't attacked those gangs' premises, would they have retreated?" Hou Xiaobai said slowly.
Zhu Long was shocked and surprised. He thought to himself, was it not the Skeleton Cult who helped me? Was it really the young man in front of me who saved me? But why did he save me? I was the enemy who massacred their entire village.
Countless questions arose in his mind, and Hou Xiaobai's next words answered him: "If not, how could you have thought of escaping; if you didn't escape, how could you have fallen into our hands."
It turned out that the other party helped me solve the trouble in order to prevent me from dying in his hands and not letting me die in the hands of others. Zhu Long suddenly realized. Until this moment, Zhu Long had not yet understood the young man in front of him and the other party.
The mysterious black hand is linked because he is too young.
Seeing Zhu Long's dull expression, Mo Feifan curled up his mouth and waved to the brother opposite. The brother opposite saw the gesture and nodded, and the two of them worked together to open another large-headed coffin.
Like the coffin just now, this coffin does not contain a dead person, but a living person. This living person is none other than the trapped second son of the Zhu family - Zhu Jinchun.
However, it is different from Zhu Jinchun a few days ago. Now Zhu Jinchun's pupils are dilated, his eyes are blurred, and his whole body is shaking non-stop, like a fool.
Zhu Long's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he didn't understand until now. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "So you are that person, the big bastard who provoked the Qijiahao gang to fight and destroyed my family. You not only want my life, but also want to kill me."
You want my family to ride with you and be buried with you. Why are you so cruel at such a young age?"
"Haha," Mo Feifan said quietly: "Compared to you, I am a bastard, but you are not even as good as a bastard. You are at most a beast."
Zhu Long had never been scolded like this in his life, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He also knew that he deserved it, so he didn't make any excuses. But it was too much for the other party to threaten his son.
"What the hell did you do to my Chun'er? I'm going to cut you into pieces." Zhu Long shouted loudly.
Mo Feifan held up his hands and said with a ferocious smile: "What did you do?! Humph, I didn't do anything. I just put him in the coffin and buried him alive for half an hour every day."
This appearance of his son made Zhu Long anxious and angry. He jumped up and shouted: "Chun'er, how are you? I am your father, how are you?"
Zhu Jinchun glanced at Zhu Long blankly for a few times, turned his head as if he saw a ghost, and kept mumbling: "There are ghosts, many, many ghosts."
You won't die if you are buried in a coffin for half an hour, but the feeling of helplessness and despair is enough to cause a mental breakdown. This is the case for Zhu Jinchun now. He has completely lost his mind and gone crazy.
Mo Feifan liked to see the way his father and son looked now, just like Zhu Long saw him six years ago, with a defeated look on their faces.
When he heard that his son was buried alive, he screamed: "My son has no enmity against you. If you were still a man, you would have let my son go."
"No grievances?!" Mo Feifan interrupted with focused eyes: "Do my father and my mother have a grudge against you? Do those honest farmers have a grudge against you? Don't talk to me about benevolence, justice and morality, because you don't deserve it. You
If you want to redeem your son, you have to exchange something with me. Otherwise, I will let you see your son’s vagina."
"Boss, please give the order quickly. Even if we die, we must get the second son back." The black-faced bodyguard clenched his fist.
"Yeah, let's just fight him. If his head is severed, won't it leave a huge scar?" Seeing the critical situation, the bodyguards couldn't help but take a desperate stance.
Their recklessness might scare ordinary people, but it could not scare Mo Feifan. Zhu Long thought that since the other party had been able to lurk for so many years, he must have something to rely on now that he was looking for him.
"What do you want?" Zhu Long gestured to the person under his hand to shut up.
Mo Feifan said: "Tell me the identities of the other three people who participated in the massacre of the village."
"Impossible. Even if you kill my son, I won't tell you." Zhu Long blurted out without even thinking. He didn't lie. Even if Mo Feifan threatened his whole family, he would not dare to say anything about the Skeleton Cult.
Half a word. He has seen the methods and strength of the Skeleton Cult. If the superiors find out, the fate of his family will definitely be ten times and a hundred times worse than what they suffered at the hands of young people.
Zhu Long's desperation was indeed somewhat beyond Mo Feifan's expectations. Mo Feifan originally wanted to use Zhu Jinchun's trump card to force Zhu Long to name the other three.
But what he didn't expect was that in order to save those few people, Zhu Long would even give up his son. After thinking carefully for a while, he guessed what Zhu Long was afraid of.
If this was the case, it would be really difficult. This plan didn't work, so Mo Feifan thought of another plan.
To catch a thief first, catch the king, and to curse someone first, curse the mother. Seeing that Mo Feifan didn't say anything, Li Dafeng put his hands on his hips and shouted: "You *f****** are quite strong. It's not easy for you to die. I will help you now."
." After he finished speaking, the knife on his waist was already revealed.
Before he took action, Mo Feifan patted his shoulder and stopped him.
Li Dafeng turned his head and said loudly: "Brother Fan, don't stop me, I must help you chop up this old boy today."
"Madman, don't be impulsive. Brother Mo has his own plan." Hou Xiaobai pulled Li Dafeng's clothes and whispered.
"Brother Fan, what do you want to do?" Li Dafeng shook the steel knife in his hand and asked eagerly to try it.
Mo Feifan held Li Dafeng not to prevent him from doing anything, but to put on a good show for him. He nodded slightly, slowly took out the hatchet from his waist, and said to Zhu Long: "Zhu Long, pay back debts and kill people."
Pay with your life. You have to remember that I am not to blame for any of this."
As soon as the word "I" came out, the sharp hatchet cut straight into Zhu Jinchun's right hand. Although Zhu Jinchun suffered from heart failure, he still retained the human feeling of pain.
With a scream, half of Zhu Jinchun's palm fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Mo Feifan flew the hatchet dexterously, and slashed the flesh of Zhu Jinchun's body with the blade.