Chapter 21: Is He Crazy (1/2)
Liu Tongling broke his promise.
While Fu Yuanming was still beheading on the execution platform, the Iron Stone Martial Arts School was forced through by two men in black, and his son Fu Qingrong was beheaded by a man in black, just as he did.
His wife is even more miserable. Fu Yuanming used a sword to force three tailors to spend all night sewing the body.
Some minced meat cannot be spliced at all and can only be stuffed in casually.
He didn’t cry; he didn’t get drunk. He just held the funeral silently with a sullen face.
It seems to forget hatred!
Like ordinary people, facing the misfortune of their loved ones, they still submit to humiliation.
Liu Tongling led the city guards to pay homage to his wife and son. Fu Yuanming didn’t stop him. He just bowed his head and burned paper money.
Liu Tongling didn’t say a word and took people away after the incense.
Blood Wolf was still in Ironstone City and committed another murder. The number of city guards patrolling every night doubled.
The city guards were in a small group of seven, and the evening was calm and somewhat dull.
So someone said, “Have you heard? The blood wolf killed the wife and son of the crippled executioner! “
“What then? Is that man crazy, right?”
“Not crazy, I am organizing a funeral. I went to see it with Liu Tongling. He is living well!”
“I thought the executioner was a fierce man. I didn’t expect to be so useless when his wife and child were killed!”
“Haha! What kind of killer is an executioner? He will only kill people who can’t resist! “
“Besides, how can it be called a wimp? That’s wise. Blood wolf is the top master in the true origin realm. If the executioner dares to go to trouble blood wolf, it is estimated that he will definitely die suddenly on the street one day! If your wife is gone, you can marry again. If your son is gone, you can have another one, but if you die, it will be nothing! “
“You eggless kid! If my wife and son are killed, I will try my best to tear off a piece of meat from the other person!”
“Well said, maybe you will be embarrassed when the time comes!”
Another person whispered, “Speaking of it, the executioner was also a bit wronged. He was obviously only acting on orders. I didn’t expect the blood wolf to attack his family!”
“This is tit for tat. Who made him an executioner?”
“By the way, you go to the executioner’s house with Liu Tongling, and Liu Tongling said a little? When I was at the execution ground, Liu Tongling promised that he would send some masters to secretly protect his family and catch the blood wolf by the way. “
“What can be said? Who knew blood wolf revenge would come so fast? Anyway, we are leaving the post! “
“Speaking of it, Liu Tongling did a little bit unnaturally!”
“Xiao Hu, don’t talk nonsense!”
“Oh!”
In the first seven days, Fu Yuanming knelt in the mourning hall and burned paper money.
In the middle of the night, he pulled out the long sword hanging in the room and whispered, “Oh sword, greatsword, have you seen it? My wife and son are dead! It doesn’t matter if I die, nor is it a pity, but Qingrong doesn’t deserve to die. He is still young, more talented than me, and less than 13 years old … I really want to kill the blood wolf and kill the surname Liu, but I know that I am not strong enough. “
Fu Yuanming bit a tooth, and his gums all bit out of the blood.
He lowered his voice and continued, “I know that the blood wolf must have appeared nearby. He must have enjoyed my painful expression in the dark. The guy didn’t kill me and let me live. He definitely wanted to torture me and let me taste the pain of losing my loved ones!”
“I am not willing. I am not willing to die!”
“I know that my strength is too low, just the peak of Qi Condensation. They are all great masters in the true origin realm; they crush me to death is like crushing an ant, but I am still unwilling!”
“Just because the blood wolf doesn’t kill me now doesn’t mean he won’t kill me in the future!”
“I don’t want to die, and I want revenge, I want to kill them, I want them to know that I am not a chess piece, not a bait, not an ant!”
He whispered, “Oh, sword my sword, can you help me?”
Fu Yuanming’s voice was hoarse, his face was full of despair and madness, and his tone contained strong unwillingness and profound hatred.