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    "Dong dong, dong dong." Lan listened to his own heartbeat, which was strong and powerful. The pain on his back seemed to be nothing at all. He knew that the wound on his right shoulder had burst open again.  But Yu Ji is getting farther and farther away from herself.

    This feeling of helplessness seemed familiar, and the anger in my heart burned like the familiar faces that had died in Ancheng that night were ignited by fire.  Maybe death is nothing to Lan, but he thought of Yu Ji, whom Hai told Ding Jian a few days ago to protect, and of the picturesque Yu Ji in the rain just now.

    He was unwilling to give in.

    The furious roar roared out directly from Lan's weak body. The three villains who were beating Lan couldn't help being frightened. That roar didn't look like a roar from a human being, it was just like a ghost.  A villain was frightened by the sudden roar and fell to the ground.

    "Tch, he's going to die. Why are you still struggling?" In order to dispel his inexplicable fear, Scarface picked up the wooden stick and smashed it hard.  He wanted to think of it as his dying scream.

    "Crack!" The wooden stick that was supposed to hit Lan's head suddenly split into two. Scarface's full blow actually hit the air and hit the wooden table where Lan was originally lying.  Looking back, the scarred face saw a terrifying picture.

    The accomplice next to him was bitten open in the neck by a wild beast. The blood-red beast tore open the neck of his companion, and blood-red liquid splashed on the wall pillar on one side.  When Scarface took a closer look, how could a wild beast appear in the city lord's palace?  Taking a closer look, the blood-red beast was none other than Lan, who was lying on the wooden table before.

    The companion whose neck was bitten off.  The bright red color representing life was quickly lost. The bitten trachea made it impossible for the companion to say a word before he died. He could only make a hissing sound from his mouth, and soon fell to the ground with a trace of confusion in his eyes.  and fear.  The horrific scene before death was reflected in his mind like a nightmare.

    "Ghost, ghost!" The evil man who was knocked down by the roar was originally timid, and the bite from Lan when he turned around frightened him even more.  A smelly liquid also flowed out of the man's lower body. He frantically tried to get up from the floor, but was moved by the sticky blood all over the floor and hit his head on the wooden table.

    Scarface glanced at the useless coward. He didn't dare to be distracted. With his blood-red eyes and bloody mouth, he could only concentrate on looking at the beast that noticed him.  "What on earth is this?" Lan's clothes were stained red by the blood of his companions, and he seemed to be chewing the flesh and blood of his companions in his mouth.

    Scarface only had a wooden stick in his hand, and he couldn't help but hold it tighter. As long as he was distracted for a moment, he might be reunited with his brothers on earth.  A trace of cold sweat broke down on his head, but in just a moment, the blood-red beast rushed in front of him.

    "You beast!" Scarface didn't know where the fierceness came from. He mustered up the courage and hit Lan on the head. At this moment, he still wanted to kill Lan. He felt that as long as he knocked out the madman, he would be dead.  Run away immediately, yes, run away.  Then Zhao Shisheng also didn¡¯t want the money promised.

    "Afraid" Scarface was inexplicably confused by the splattering of sawdust, and his hands were numb with pain.  He felt that the wooden stick clearly hit Lan, but it only fixed the figure of the beast.  Then he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

    The wooden stick did hit Lan. Rather than hitting Lan, it was better to say that Lan blocked it with his own hands. Although he seemed to have lost consciousness, he did not lose his defensive instinct. Lan immediately inserted his fingers into the stick.  In the eyes of the scarred face with a ferocious expression, he yanked his hand hard and actually shattered the scarred face's eyeballs into those ugly eye sockets.

    "Ahhhhh." The heartbreaking pain caused Scarface to open his mouth fiercely and scream to the sky. His half-kneeling body waved his hands everywhere in a final resistance.  Fear not only came from the blind eyes, but also from Lan who had a strong smell of blood.

    Zhao Shisheng outside the door thought that the three big men had just ended Lan's life. At this time, he had just taken off half of his clothes, and Yu Ji also heard the scream, and couldn't help but feel a twitch in her heart and kicked her hard.  When Zhao Shisheng reached the side, Zhao Shisheng was unable to defend himself and was kicked to the ground.

    "Tch, when I put your husband's corpse in front of you, just obey me obediently, my beauty." Zhao Shisheng got up from the ground, ignoring the words coming from the mouth of Yu Ji who was tied to death.  The sound made him want to go outside to see what was going on. Maybe he wanted to wait until the hunter named Lan was dead before he could enjoy the woman in the house with peace of mind.

    Leave no one behind.

    Lan had only that thought in her heart. Every cell in her body bathed in blood had never been so happy. The desire to kill drove Lan's body.  He had just thrust half of the wooden stick on the ground into the mouth of the screaming Scarface.  The screams finally quieted down.  The knife half kneeling on the groundScarface also breathed his last.

    Zhao Shisheng walked out of the house and asked into the suddenly quiet hall as he walked, "Have you killed the hunter? If you kill him, get out as soon as possible. Don't delay my good deeds."

    That voice was the one that took Yu Ji away.

    At this moment, Zhao Shisheng just stuck his head out, wanting to see what was outside the house.

    "Oh my god? You actually made my young master's hall like this? Don't you want to live anymore?" What Zhao Shisheng saw were just piles of blood stains, and the dirty room was covered with blood flowers.  The furniture in the entire room was also in pieces.  Indeed, those villains don¡¯t want to live anymore. Rather than saying that they don¡¯t want to live, it¡¯s better to say that they can¡¯t live anymore.

    Zhao Shisheng finally saw the bloody man standing not far away, cutting a piece of meat on the ground with a broken wooden sword.  Then where is your own hall?  It was clearly a slaughterhouse, and his pupils shrank sharply.

    Blood, the closer you get to the bloody man, the thicker the blood on the ground becomes. The violent smell of blood and the splashing blood reminded Zhao Shisheng.

    "Oh my god! There's a ghost!" Zhao Shisheng wanted to run away, and ran straight over to the side, but the door was locked by himself.  Not moving at all, the room where Lan was originally intended to be imprisoned became his own prison.

    Zhao Shisheng's movements attracted the bloody man's attention, and Zhao Shisheng also saw clearly the pieces of meat on the ground. They were part of the frightened evil man before. His internal organs were everywhere, and if it weren't for the other side,  The two corpses told Zhao Shisheng the identity of the minced meat, but he couldn't identify what it was at all.

    "Don't kill me, me. I have money. I'll give you whatever you want. I didn't touch Yu Ji. I'll give it all back to you My father is a high official. He will give you a house and an official position." He was trembling.  As he was talking, Zhao Shisheng picked up a valuable vase and threw it towards Lan. However, he was already powerless, so he just threw the vase not far from Lan and let out a violent roar.  Cracking sound.

    Zhao Shisheng originally thought that the huge noise would attract the attention of the servants at home, but he remembered that he had previously ordered the servants to stay away from his yard because he had important matters to discuss with others.  And this move naturally ruined his last vestige of life.

    The bloody man finally stopped cutting. He recognized the person. It was the person who had just taken away the love in his heart.  He threw the wooden sword aside and rushed directly towards the trembling man.

    Yes, tear him apart, tear him apart.  This voice echoes in my head all the time.

    Zhao Shisheng only felt that his head was tightly grasped by a pair of pliers. He struggled to open his hands on his head, but he could not open his hands that were slippery with blood.

    With a "bang" blow, Zhao Shisheng's dirty face was hit hard against the wall pillar on one side with fear. In just that blow, Zhao Shisheng's handsome face was completely smashed, and the bridge of his nose was smashed.  Broken, he also felt his two front teeth mixed with blood being swallowed into his stomach.

    "Go around me." The last few words came out of his mouth.  Little did Zhao Shisheng know that Lan could hear half of his begging for mercy at this moment.

    "Bang" was another blow, and Zhao Shisheng was hit so hard that he could hardly breathe.  His mouth was also filled with his own blood, and he could make whining sounds. His eyes were filled with blood and tears, and he didn't know whether it was remorse or fear.  He raised his head slightly, trying to see the murderer's mask clearly.

    Lan¡¯s face was expressionless, except for the blood stains that proved that he was about to be the murderer of Zhao Shisheng.

    "Bang!" There was another dull cross talk. A small crater had been made on the wall pillar by its owner's face. Zhao Shisheng had already lost consciousness. Only his weak breathing proved that he was still alive for the time being.  His face had already been completely disfigured, and his body fell to the ground as if it had lost all its bones.

    The death of the prey did not stop the blood-red beast from stopping the killing. The city lord's son, whose face could not be distinguished, was lifted up again. The wooden sword originally used for practice had long been torn from cutting the evil man. One end of the sword  It has already cracked.  But even if it is split, it is far stronger than a human throat.

    With a "pop" sound, the wooden sword easily pierced Zhao Shisheng's throat, and the city lord's son finally attracted the embrace of death. Perhaps it was a kind of relief for him, but of course what awaited him must be Abi Hell.

    The patter of rain outside the house also stopped, and the entire hall was illuminated blood red by the sunlight that had just broken through the clouds. The sunlight shone on Lan's body, and Lan felt a ray of warmth, and for some reason, he immediately passed out.
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