"Your child has been strangled to death by your own hands. Just when he was just born, have you forgotten?" Baicao suddenly said expressionlessly.

Baicao's words seemed to reveal the most painful scar in Turmeric's heart.

The expression on Turmeric's face instantly froze, his face as if dead, and he fell in love with her endlessly contained in her turbid eyes.

"Yes, I have done so many bad things and harmed so many people, but I have never regretted it. Because they owe me this! All females want to be a good female, kind and innocent, and carefree, but I was forced into a devil! I don't want to be a devil either! There are two only things I regret, the first is to fall in love with someone I shouldn't fall in love with, and the second is to kill my own child!"

"By the way, Baicao, that cliff is outside the Shanyang tribe. Walking north, there are three mountains. The highest cliff of the third mountain is the cliff I fell off back then. The bones of your parents are under the cliff. After so many years, I don't know if I can find it."

Baicao nodded, turned around and walked to the side, never looking at turmeric again.

A gust of wind blew, and the air was filled with a strong murderous aura.

At this moment, many people rushed over, raised the stone knife in their hands, and chopped down at the turmeric.

Countless smells of blood spread in the air, and blood splashed in the air, touching many people.

Jin Zi quickly reached out and covered Qian Baobao's eyes, preventing her from seeing such a tragic scene, and she would have nightmares at night.

Han Che even blocked Qian Baobao's face, stretched out his hands to protect her behind him, so that the chaotic crowd would not hurt her.

Turmeric's thin expression was cut into meat paste in a blink of an eye. A gust of wind blew, and a bloody smell spread in the air.

Baicao stood in the air outlet, his eyes closed gently. He sighed, his face cold.

Qian Baobao turned around silently and looked at Baicao. Seeing Baicao’s lonely figure, Qian Baobao couldn’t help feeling distressed.

Baicao’s experience is really tragic.

The enemy killed his dearest parents and turned him into a tool of revenge.

He should have a happy childhood and a happy family.

But all this was ruined by turmeric. When all the truth was revealed, no matter what he did to turmeric, the past would never come back.

What you lose will not be made up for, and time will never be able to go back.

Qian Baobao originally wanted to go over and comfort him, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't decide because Baicao needed to be quiet at this time.

Some sadness cannot be cured by someone’s advice. The most important thing is that you have to come out and see it out.

"ah!"

At this moment, another tragic scream came from the crowd.

"Turmeric! My turmeric!"

It was the old patriarch, but the old patriarch desperately passed through the crowd and ran to the turmeric corpse.

At this time, the turmeric had been chopped into meat paste, with thick bones and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

The person who cut the turmeric has evacuated, and there is only one old patriarch on the empty ground.

"Turmeric! My turmeric!"

With a "thump" sound, the old patriarch fell to the bloody ground.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of bloody paste and hugged it in his arms.

"Turmeric! I was wrong! It's all my fault! I'm sorry for you! I regret it so much! I really regret it! Woo woo woo..."

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Chapter completed!