Chapter Five Hundred and Seventieth: The Death of Yang Xi
madman!
abnormal!
Neuropathy!
These vicious words circling in Ding Qi's mind. His eyes were red when he was stimulated, and his mind couldn't help but roll in his mind.
It was his birthday, and his mother made him an ugly and small cake. He was very happy, but his father came back and broke his cake and abused his mother in front of him, like countless times before.
The same time.
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he rushed into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife, and slashed at his father who was beating his mother frantically. One after another, each of which was fatal and cruel.
My mother was frightened by him, screamed and snatched the knife, and slashed at her father's body wildly, cutting her father out of recognition. He suddenly laughed as he watched the blood flowing in the house.
He was liberated, and his mother was liberated.
The scumbag is dead, and they no longer have to endure the scumbag's beating.
It should have been like this long ago, it should have been like this long ago. He was not afraid at all, nor regretted at all. He only regretted not killing the scumbag's father as soon as possible, and letting himself and his mother suffer for so many years.
Abuse.
"He deserves to die, he deserves to die long ago." Ding Qi's eyes were red like a devil: "He Sihan deserves to die too, you deserve to die too, you all deserve to die."
Bang!
He kicked An Zhisu hard in the abdomen, and An Zhisu was curled up in a ball by him.
Ding Qi started kicking her like crazy, An Zhisu protected her deadly part and endured his kick.
"Enough." Yang Xi rushed over and pushed him away.
Ding Qi was pushed away suddenly, and he recovered a little bit of rationality. He looked at Yang Xi coldly: "Why, you dare not? Don't forget that you have no turning back now. If you don't kill her, you will just bear it.
Let her revenge.”
"I'm just afraid that you will beat her to death. If she dies so simply, then will the torture I suffered in the mental hospital take revenge on a corpse?" Yang Xi said coldly.
Ding Qi smiled when he heard this: "This is like you."
Then he pulled out a knife and handed it to her: "Didn't you always hate her how to draw designs than you, and give you a chance to ruin her right hand."
Yang Xi smiled cruelly, took the knife, squatted down in front of An Zhisu, stared at her right hand, with a fierce look.
An Zhisu was so scared that he hid his hand: "No."
"No?" Ding Qi turned over her hand and pressed it on the ground, signaling Yang Xi to take action.
"Let me go and let me go." An Zhisu struggled in horror: "You two madmen, let me go."
Ding Qi pinched her wrist hard, and An Zhisu twitched all over her body in pain, feeling that her wrist was about to break.
Yang Xi took the knife and gestured on her arm: "Ding Qi, where do you think I should stab? You are a doctor. You should know the structure of the hand more than me. Where can I hurt her."
"Just just pierce the back of your hand. Use a little harder and penetrate the back of her hand with one knife, cutting off the tendons, and her hand will be ruined." Ding Qi suggested.
Yang Xi nodded, and the tip of the knife was slashed along the back of An Zhisu's hand. The sharp blade cut her fragile skin and oozed out blood.
An Zhisu's painful facial features twisted together, and she suddenly shouted, "Wait, there is something I want to figure out even if I die."
Her voice was trembling in pain.
"Ye Lancheng has investigated Ding Qi's old secrets. What else do you have to know?" Yang Xi said impatiently.
An Zhisu endured the pain and gritted his teeth and asked, "Who killed Sihan back then? Was it you, Ding Qi, or An Tingnuan?"
"All people are dead, and you are going to die too. Don't ask He Sihan down." Ding Qi smiled sarcastically.
An Zhisu ignored him and just looked at Yang Xi and stared at her tightly, with emotions that only Yang Xi could understand in his eyes.
Yang Xi took a deep breath and suddenly smiled: "Since you want to know so much, I will tell you. He Sihan confessed to you back then, and he was in a bad mood after you ran away. I drank with him. He drank a lot. I took him.
Take Ding Qi's car and pull it to the planned place in advance. I hate him like you. I wanted to drive and hit him to death, but at the critical moment, I really couldn't do it. I stepped on the brakes, but he was still hit and flew away
But he was not dead. Later, Ding Qi bumped him into another collision and killed him completely."
An Zhisu's tears flowed down. Such a good person was killed because he liked her. He Sihan was so innocent. She would rather die by herself.
"Ding Qi, you will not die well. I curse you to go to the eighteen levels of hell after you die. The sins you have committed for those you have killed and will be atone for you in hell forever." An Zhisu was held by his hand on the ground.
It became a fist, and the wound on the back of her hand was broken due to excessive force, and the blood dyed her whole hand red and the soil under her hand red.
Ding Qi raised his head and laughed: "Then you go to hell and wait for me first. Yang Xi, don't you take action?"
Yang Xi tightened the handle of the knife and hesitated on her face.
"You are shouting to hate her, and you want to peel her skin and destroy her hands. You really don't dare to do it anymore. Why are you as cowardly as you used to? No wonder you fell into this place today." Ding Qi saw
She didn't dare to kill anyone, and cursed with regret.
Yang Xi took a step back with the handle of the knife.
"It's useless!" Ding Qi stretched out his hand and snatched the knife from Yang Xi's hand, and stabbed An Zhisu's backhand.
An Zhisu closed his eyes in horror.
Bang!
It was time to say that, and Yang Xi didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly knocked down Ding Qi.
Ding Qi was not prepared for Yang Xi at all. She suddenly knocked down, and the person who hit him was stunned.
An Zhisu reacted very quickly, and he rolled and crawled away from Ding Qi's clamping.
Ding Qi reacted quickly and reached out to grab her ankle.
An Zhisu kicked his other foot violently at his shoulder. Ye Lancheng had been forced to exercise every day before, and her strength was much greater than before. Kicking her down also hurt Ding Qi, and she subconsciously let go of her hand.
An Zhisu, who had freedom, quickly climbed out of the range that Ding Qi could obtain, and then quickly got up and ran towards the door.
"shit!" Ding Qi cursed angrily and jumped up to chase him.
Yang Xi, who was pushed down by him, rushed over and hugged his legs. Ding Qi was two steps late. An Zhisu had already run to the door and was about to open the wooden door and run away.
"Bitch, go and die." Ding Qi shook a few times but didn't throw Yang Xi away, and stabbed Yang Xi in anger.
"Ah..." Yang Xi screamed in a shrill voice.
An Zhisu's hand paused, and when he turned his head, he saw Ding Qi stabbing the knife into Yang Xi's body. Yang Xi screamed in pain, but still did not let go of Ding Qi's legs.
For a moment, An Zhisu's eyes turned red, which was not within her plan at all.
"Run...Run..." Yang Xi hugged Ding Qi's legs tightly. Although her whole body was twitching due to the pain, she still struggled to drag Ding Qi to buy An Zhisu to escape.
An Zhisu was stunned.
"You bitch Yang Xi." Ding Qi was extremely angry and stabbed Yang Xi in the back.
Yang Xi screamed again, but refused to let go.
Ding Qi made another blow, one after another, and the blood was brought in and out by the knife, spraying out from the knife like a fountain, dyeing An Zhisu's eyes red.
"Run...Run..." Yang Xi fell slowly, holding Ding Qi's trouser legs, and staring at An Zhisu with her eyes straight: "Run...My brother...Brother...See... Help...
...I will take care of him, run..."
"Run? No one can run today." Ding Qi pushed Yang Xi away, holding a blood-stained knife to An Zhisu.