Blood and Yin Qi surged on Aping's left arm, and blood-crying blood letters appeared on his arm.

Those blood books carry resentment and crazy killing thoughts in the face of injustice in the world.

His left arm was not made of paper, but flesh and blood, an arm peeled off from the blood-clothed scholar.

Aping chased out the door. Seeing that the fourteen-year-old beggar was about to escape back to a guest room, he pressed his left hand on the wall and saw bloody handprints extending rapidly from the wall.

A skinless corpse hand stretched out from each bloody handprint, like a dense spider web blocking the entire corridor and blocking the little beggar's way forward.

"Liu Guang, you little beast, do you still recognize me? I said that I will not let you three little beasts go even if I become Li Hun!" A Ping couldn't suppress his anger in his chest and shouted angrily.

Angry voice echoed on the third floor.

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The perverted murderers, monsters, resentful souls, and corpse charms who were hiding on the third floor began to wake up from their sleep. Some strange movements began to come from the entire third floor, such as the sound of perverted murderers and crazily chopping corpses, such as the sound of monsters hiding in the darkness, such as the sound of cracking the wall and struggling with arms struggling hard, as if someone was walking on the fourth floor above his head...

The faces that cannot be forgotten day and night, and every day forcing myself to force myself to remember every face of an enemy. The hatred accumulated day after day suddenly broke out at this moment. Child, dad has avenged you. At this moment, A Ping, who was blinded by hatred, ignored these strange movements from the outside world, stared at the fourteen-year-old beggar who was sneering coldly at him with his eyes.

  Dong!

  Dong!

  Dong!

The human heart exposed on the chest is heavy and self-blame every time it beats. At this moment, it is beating harder and heavier, and big blood gushes out.

He was bleeding in his heart every day.

I was crying for his unborn child.

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  …

"Ah! Animals! Why do you lie to me? I have given you all the money, why do you still kill my wife and children! The beasts that have revenge for their grudges! I curse you for not having to die well! Why are you, who are only fourteen years old, so vicious! Sorry, I'm sorry, it's all useless, I can't save you, why! Why! Why! We, husband and wife, are all determined to be kind, God, you want to treat us so unfairly!"

Aping's hands and feet were tied up, his eyes were bloody and looked at his wife who was lying in a pool of blood and was cut open by a kitchen knife. The blood soaked his wife's skirt and legs. Only blood-red color was left in his eyes, crying heart-wrenchingly, and he was heartbreaking and sad.

He struggled desperately with his hands and feet tied up, and his body came to his wife with arches, feeling sad.

The woman lying in a pool of blood, her eyes widened wide, and the corners of her eyes torn by the pain, she shed blood and tears. Even though she died tragically in a pool of blood, she still looked at her child with reluctance in her eyes.

The direction she looked at was the fetus that was cut off from her belly. The fetus was held in her hand by the murderer, dripping blood and covered with blood in her body, including both the fetus' own blood and the mother's blood.

The fetus was only four or five months old, and the body was curled up and not fully grown, but it died not long after leaving the mother's body.

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A large amount of blood dripped from the fetus along the murderer's hand.

Those were three little beggars of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Chuan, chop off one of his fingers." Among the three little beggars, a fourteen-year-old beggar bit the steamed bun in his mouth while counting the copper coins on the table. He listened to the noisy sound in his ears and said impatiently.

Hiss!

ah!

But the pain of the broken finger is not as good as one percent of the murder of his wife and children.

The sad Aping was still cursing, and tears burst out from his eyes. It was not because of the pain of the broken fingers from his body, but because he looked at his wife who was lying in a pool of blood and was regretful, blamed himself, and helpless, drowned him, and his heart was bleeding and colic.

"I was so quarrel that I forgot to count where I counted! Chuan, every time he cursed, he would chop off one of his fingers, and after chopping off his toes! If he still cursed, he would continue to chop off one of his palms, feet, and ears, nose, and teeth every time he cursed, I would see if his mouth was hard or the knife was hard!" The little beggar who was counting money cursed.

The eyes of the storing pickled vegetables, bacon, rice and flour were dark, and screams of pain were heard from the cellar. Lingchi's death was nothing more than that of the man's body, but the pain of flesh and blood on his body was far less than that of his family's destruction. Even though his teeth were pulled out and his mouth was covered in blood, he was still opening his mouth to curse, and blood dripping from the ground every time he opened his mouth.

There is a kind of pain called sorrow is greater than death in the heart.

From the moment the head of the family was destroyed, his heart had already died, and he had already put life and death aside, leaving only hatred and unwilling anger.

"The neighbors and neighbors have seen the matter of taking in you three little animals. The government will not let you go. Someone will definitely avenge us and our wife! Ah! Ah!" Ah Ping let out a cry of sadness and roar in despair.

Aping's words caused these three little beggars to laugh.

"Do you think the government and adults believe that it was the ones we killed?"

"Because, we are still children, how could children kill people? The people who killed you are the refugees who flocked into the city. They were so hungry that they secretly climbed over the wall and went into the bun shop to find food. You found out and then killed you. This is a very ordinary robbery."

Aping's pupils shrank.

From the mouths of these three little beggars, they had long been used to death and murder. The death of their husband and wife was not the first group of people who died at the hands of the three little beggars.

These three little beggars fled all the way, doing all kinds of evil for food, killing many civilians to escape safely.

"You group of beasts who have revenge! Demons! Even if I die, I will turn into a soul to seek revenge on you! You must die well! Ah!" The man on the ground roared sadly, and his body was struggling wildly, but he lost too much blood. The more he struggled, the more he bleeded, the more he bleeded, and the man fell in a pool of blood and dying.

He looked at his wife's body in pain, and looked at his daughter's body who was dissected alive from her mother's womb before term. He was originally bloodless and weak, and roared like a rebirth: "God, you are unfair!"

Bang.

The sound of the stool being inverted.

The little beggar who had been sitting at the table counting money stood up from his seat, with a fierce and terrible look on his face and stood by the pool of blood: "The mouth is quite hard. It seems that you are indeed a little different from those of our parents who were so hungry that they sold their daughters on the way to escape, but..."

The little beggar squatted down and looked at Aping, who was incomplete in his hands and feet. Finally, his eyes remained at Aping's heart: "But, people's hearts are separated from their belly. Who knows whether you are deliberately pretending to be pitiful and want us to spare your life."

"It's better to borrow your heart and see if your heart is red or black, whether it really loves your wife and daughter, or is it falsely caring about them to deceive us."

"Chuan, hand me the kitchen knife in your hand."

"Okay, Brother Chi Kuan."

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With blood hatred, Aping inserted his right hand into the floor under his feet.

His right hand was a paper-tied arm, which extended rapidly under the floor like a python.

Boom!

The paper-written palm, wrapped in yin energy, rushed out from under the floor and violently grabbed the fourteen-year-old beggar named Liu Guang.

Who knows.

This little beggar was very agile. He avoided the paper-pin palm that had been caught from the ground, and then made a provocative acaema at Aping. Finally, he was proudly ready to escape back to the room. Seeing that he was about to escape back to the guest room, suddenly, a dark and dark yin energy blocked the door, and his body was knocked out by the yin energy.

Bang!

The little beggar's back hit the ceiling of the corridor.

But his body did not fall off.

His body was entangled by yin energy, and the yin energy was as strong as the dragon, becoming tighter and tighter. The little beggar finally couldn't help but scream in pain.

I don’t know when, the girl in red umbrella stood in the corridor under him, and as the girl in red umbrella moved towards Room No. 5, the fourteen-year-old beggar on the ceiling above his head was also taken to Room No. 5.

This is the girl with a paper-made woman in red umbrella after she has made great progress.

A tenant who had been hiding on the third floor of the inn for many years with one move.

Hearing the screams of Liu Guang's little beggar, the door of another room on the third floor opened, and another beggar who looked like he was thirteen years old rushed out of the room.

When the little beggar saw his companion floating on the ceiling, his face changed drastically. He roared with a hideous roar, tearing the human skin disguise on his body, revealing a body that was pieced together and sewn together, just like a piece of corpse of different sizes that were pieced together with a mass grave, which was extremely ugly and disgusting.

The corpse monster opened its mouth and roared, and the corpse rushed over with anger, trying to save his companion.

In the narrow corridor, the corpse and yin energy rolled.

Two weird encounters.

There was no unnecessary movement of a woman wearing a red umbrella, and a strong smell of blood rose in the corridor. She saw her body rushing into a rumble of yin energy and blood energy, and the blood energy turned into surging blood, like a red flood passing through the border, slapped the corpse monster on the wall of the corridor.

Sudden!

Roar!

A creepy roar came from the depths of the corridor on the third floor.

In the dim corridor, a gloomy chill spread.

Just before the monsters in the guest room appeared in the deep corridor, the turbulent blood sea brought the little beggar and the monster of corpse, and Aping, who was blinded by anger, temporarily returned to the No. 5 guest room "Qiu" on the third floor.

And just as they returned to Room No. 5, deep in the corridor on the third floor, there seemed to be a large pile of bloated and fat meat mountain. This fat meat mountain could be seen as a bit like a human being, with a bloated and obese figure that filled the corridor, and walking bloated and difficult in the corridor.
Chapter completed!