Chapter 636: It is an insult to Feng Xinglang! (1/2)
The original warm morning was completely destroyed by the roar of Xiao Shi.
The mood in Hetun is even worse. Those who are over sixty are even on the same stage with a 5-year-old little P kid.
With a snoring sound, the hearty breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.
”Twelve, is the person who made the dead body coming?” He Tun asked fiercely.
”Come here. Arranged in the side hall.”
Xing Twelve deserved mildness, and then added: ”But the old ten said: Feng Xinglang was not dead last night ...”
”It's better not to die! Just use a living body! In the face of the woman, cut her apart from Feng Yishan's sins bit by bit. I want to let her know: the price of betraying me Xing Mu!”
Hetun was on the verge of madness. This shame has suppressed him for decades, and it is really enough.
His life became hazy because of a woman who betrayed him. That woman almost ruined his life.
Although Xing Shiliang knows clearly: Yifu Hetun in this state is obviously morbid. But he did not dare to go against the meaning of Yifu Hetun.
”Good righteous father. I'll arrange it!” Xing Twelve retreated.
Since Feng Xing Lang must die, what's the difference between dying one day early and one day late? It seems cruel to just use living people to make dead bodies.
The former Hetun was fierce, but not cruel. But when dealing with Feng Xinglang, he showed his extremely dark side.
Feng Xinglang was almost dying. The blood was dried on Jun's face, but in front of the Hungarian chamber, his expression was extremely calm.
When Xing Twelve came in, he held a dagger flashing in his hand.
He looked down at Feng Xinglang, who was close to the death, but was silent.
As soon as Xing Twelve threw the dagger in front of Feng Xinglang.
”My righteous father will make you ... a corpse. Do you come by yourself or me?”
Xing Twelve wanted to give Feng Xinglang a happy moment. After all, using living people to make dead bodies is too cruel.
Inexplicably, Xing Twelve still admires Feng Xinglang. Although he is inferior to him, he is a man with high IQ and high EQ.
The game with Feng Xinglang is really interesting. At this moment, Feng Xinglang had to die.
die young? Still jealous?
”My shot will be quick ... will make you more comfortable.”
Xing Twelve proposed. It's better to give Feng Xinglang better than the group of corpses who blasphemed his body while he was alive.
”Thank you……”
Feng Xinglang's voice was dumb in his throat, and he no longer had the strength to speak.
He shook his head hard and smiled: ”No need. Let this woman see how her son died ... okay!”
”...”
Xing Twelve silently said: What does this mean? Does Feng Xinglang want her mother to watch her being made into a dead body?
”Feng Xinglang, you, you don't need to do this.”
Xing Twelve was still a bit unbearable. It is not that he is not cruel enough, or that he is compassionate. It's just that Feng Xinglang is a fifteenth-father's dad. After all, he can do it conveniently. Why can't he learn to be a good old man like Xing Laoba?
”Xing Twelve, let my son Lin Nuo ... don't take revenge for me. Just tell him: it's all due to his **** father.”
Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, but he was as heavy as a mountain.
”I will.”
Xing Shiliang picked up the dagger from the ground, ”I really don't need my help?”
The so-called help: is to give Feng Xinglang a happy!
Feng Xinglang smiled, and finally shook his head, ”I don't need to ... I want my mother to watch her own son die! That's punishment for her, and it's retribution to me!”
”Well said! Bone!”
Hetun's robust figure walked in. The heart tremor and depression of last night were gone. At this moment, Hetun was full of sickness and excitement.
Behind Hetun, several Egyptians stood. Two people carried a strong metal box with some strange Egyptian text and images carved on it. Two others were carrying a kneeling clay figurine.
It seems that these things should be prepared for Feng Xinglang.
Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of Hetun and the existence of the Egyptians. He just stared silently at his mother's wax figure.
Then I laughed.
The smile slowly spread on his handsome face, extending from the thin lips to the corners of the lips; it spread on the whole blood-stained face.
He was then strapped to a simple console.
After two or three minutes of ritual, the Egyptians would begin to dissect the body cavity and remove Feng Xinglang's internal organs; the corpse was poured with hot rosin and then wrapped with a cloth soaked with rosin ...
”Ahe, did you see it? Your son is about to obey the debts of the women's law and Shuixing Yanghua for you! Don't you feel sad ... aren't you sad? Really a cruel woman!”
Hetun seems to have gone into trouble. To the wax like a man talking to himself.
The tip of the knife hit Feng Xinglang's abdominal cavity ...
”Amu ... Amu ...”
Suddenly, Hetun heard the woman's shout nervously.
”Ahe, did you speak? Did you speak?”
He Tun came forward and pressed his ear against the mouth of the wax figure.
”Amu ... Where are you? Please don't hurt my child ... Amu ...”
Yes! It's that woman's voice! Because in his life, only one woman called him 'Amu'!
”Father, what's wrong with you?”
Feeling the strangeness of Hetun, Xing Shiliang stepped forward to support Hetun with strange behavior.
”Twelve, Ahe started talking! She was calling me Amu ... it was Suhe! Only she could only call me Amu!”
Looking at the appearance of Yifu Hetun, it seems that he is really going to go into trouble.
Listening carefully, Xing Shiliang also seemed to hear someone shouting ‘Amu’ from his father Hetun.
It's just the voice ... so familiar!
”Amu ... please ... don't hurt my child ... Amu ...”