V1.Chapter 150 (2/2)
For a hundred years, people have been sitting down and looking up at the stage, where all kinds of joys and sorrows are playing.
One hundred years later, people stood below and bowed their heads to stage a tragedy for Third Master Liu.
Third Master Liu wailed with his hands thumping his chest. He felt sorry for the ancestors of Liu village and the villagers of these children and grandchildren.
Self interest is a dream.
Finally, Liu village people embarked on such a road of no return.
”Wang Fan! I'll be your father of eight generations! ”
The paralyzed Third Master Liu lay down on the concrete floor of the stage and used his last breath to curse at the sky above his head.
A mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and finally turned into a blood mist in the air, which dyed his white beard and his chest red.
”Third uncle!”
Guarding the big spout on one side, he saw that Mr. Liu had no air intake but out of breath. He was so scared that he cried out and sat on the ground with his legs soft.
The people under the stage heard the shouting of the big spout, stopped fighting one by one, and looked up at the old stage.
Liu Dazhuang, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, swung up his broken chair and smashed Liu Xiaoguang to the ground. Then he went to the stage in tears.
”Grandfather, what's wrong with my grandfather?” Liu Dazhuang, bruised all over his body, mumbles, but his feet seem to be stepping on cotton, and every step is so slow.
His body and internal organs were damaged in different degrees by the fight. At this time, he was like a small tree swaying in the wind and rain, which would break at any time.
Liu Xiaoguang, who was knocked down, had a dull look in his eyes. He staggered up and picked up a broken chair leg. He stumbled to Liu Dazhuang and kept saying: ”Dad, I'll take revenge for you! Dad! I'm sorry for you! ”
As soon as Liu Dazhuang stepped on the steps of the stage, he felt a pain coming from behind. He looked back and saw Liu Xiaoguang with a bloody face, showing him a row of white teeth.
”Ah
Liu Xiaoguang burst roar, forced the hands of half of the chair legs, mercilessly inserted into Liu Dazhuang's body.
And Liu Dazhuang a pair of powerful hands, also exhausted the last strength, raw twisted Liu Xiaoguang's neck.
All the people in the yard are quietly watching the tragedy.
Liu village, at this moment, has become a real human purgatory. Everyone in Liu village, whose hands are stained with blood, is a devil in purgatory and a soul in need of repentance.
”There is no end to hell, no shore to turn back!”
Wang Fan, who lowered his eyebrows, spoke again and again with a voice that only he could hear.