World Tibet Bureau

A shocking cry came.

The crackling sound of ribs being kicked and cracked came into my ears.

Shopkeeper Song was kicked over by me. After rolling several times on the ground, he almost fell off the terrace.

He tried very hard to get up from the ground, but struggled twice, and with a "plop", he knelt on the ground helplessly.

Next to it are several large iron barrels.

Shopkeeper Song supported the big iron bucket with trembling hands, knelt on the ground, and roared to the sky.

Angry with infinite pain.

Deep admiration intertwined with despair.

He lost.

No loss in the grappling, fighting and killing skills!

But lost to my hatred!

The roar is over.

Shopkeeper Song burst into laughter suddenly: "Mr. Su, you won!"

"Old Song admires it, hahaha!"

Squinted glimpse.

Lu Cenyin downstairs was sweating profusely, her face was extremely waxy, and her eyes were filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe and the helplessness of not knowing how to deal with it.

Shopkeeper Song knelt on the ground, like a lunatic, laughing wildly, the laughter was extremely strange, it was extremely piercing and creepy in the night sky, and muttered in his mouth: "Ten years, old Song is finally free... Ha Ha ha."

I don't care whether he is crazy or a fool now.

Be sure to pry his mouth open today!

The relationship between the treasure of the Lu family and the death of my parents, why did you prevent me from approaching the treasure, and whether there are other people behind him...

all of these.

There must be an answer!

I was extremely indifferent: "What you say is what you say!"

Shopkeeper Song turned his head and looked at me when he heard the words, his mouth was vomiting blood continuously, his expression was like water in a deep pool in the cold winter, miserable and desolate.

"Old Song was born in an old dynasty in Jianghu, and he pursued a lifelong commitment to open his mouth and never change his money!"

"I don't know all the answers you want, but I will definitely tell you all!"

After speaking.

Shopkeeper Song took out his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

This is a soft bag of Yuxi, which has been soaked in water and turned into a ball, and the lighter can't be turned on.

The cigarettes in my pocket were packed in a hard box, and the cigarettes in it were not soaked in water, so I threw them to him together with the lighter.

Shopkeeper Song found out a dry cigarette, and the hand that lit it was trembling.

There was also a problem with the lighter, and only a few sparks appeared.

He took advantage of this spark, lit the cigarette with great difficulty, threw the lighter away, sucked the cigarette butt exhaustively, and finally lit the cigarette, took two deep breaths, with a sad and determined expression on his face.

"Ten years ago, I was appointed by the old manager to hide in the Lu family and become the treasurer!"

"The first task is to poison Lu Zhijie, the Patriarch of the Lu family, into a dementia with medicine. I succeeded!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Downstairs, Lu Cenyin's face was full of horror and despair, and his body was suddenly shaken as if struck by lightning.

Shopkeeper Song wanted to smoke, but when the end of the cigarette reached his mouth, he seemed reluctant to smoke. He just smelled the smoke, and then put down his hand, letting it continue to burn in utter loneliness.

"But since then, for ten years, the old manager has not given me any other tasks! Until the time when the Lu family was about to hand over the position of Patriarch, the old manager sent someone to tell me that Lu Xiaoxin also joined our organization a few years ago .Her goal is to win the position of the head of the Lu family and obtain the treasure of the Lu family."

"The old manager gave me the second mission, to kill the old man Caimenhua, and I succeeded!"

"But it's a pity that Lu Xiaoxin was defeated and she was imprisoned. The old manager was furious when he heard the news, and gave me the third mission, to cooperate with Suomingmen to rescue Lu Xiaoxin and completely destroy the Lu family. I still succeeded Yes, hahaha!"

"A few days ago, the old manager assigned the fourth mission, asking me to kill Hu Sansiao and seize the treasure of the Lu family...Mr. Su, but I know this mission will definitely fail, do you know why?"

I asked coldly, "Why?"

Shopkeeper Song smiled sadly: "Because you couldn't control the previous missions. But now that the treasure of the Lu family is in your hands, what you control will never let others succeed, hahaha!"

I asked, "Who is the old manager?"

Shopkeeper Song suddenly broke down when he heard the words, and yelled at me hysterically: "I don't know!"

"Who the hell is the old manager, I don't know!"

"My wife and children went abroad ten years ago and were controlled by him. I didn't know!"

I asked, "What organization do you serve?"

Shopkeeper Song shook his neck in pain, looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally: "No name, no code name, no belief!"

"The old manager just told me that I must obey, otherwise my wife and children will be killed, hahaha!"

"That's all I know!"

"I failed. Anyway, the old manager will kill me. I will kill you under your command. I, Lao Song, are convinced!"

suddenly!

He raised his hand and slammed open the lid of the iron bucket on the side. With a quick flip of his hand, an extremely strong smell of gasoline rushed into his nostrils.

A large barrel of gasoline spilled out in an instant.

The terrace was originally full of rainwater, and the gasoline floated on the water, quickly covering the entire roof.

Shopkeeper Song suddenly let out a loud shout.

He picked up another barrel of gasoline high with one hand and poured it all on himself.

He took the cigarette butt that he had never been willing to smoke, and poked hard at his body.

See gasoline on Mars.

"Boom".

Shopkeeper Song instantly burned up.

The fire spread rapidly, and the gasoline on the terrace began to turn into a roaring fire.

Change is too fast.

I didn't have time to react at all, the fire had already spread to my feet.

Moreover, I don't know what was added to the gasoline. During the violent combustion, there was a crackling sound like firecrackers.

Lu Cenyin was going crazy with fright, and shouted my name loudly from below.

I'm crazy too.

Completely ignoring the fire, wanting to rush over.

What are you rushing to do.

I actually don't know either.

Save Shopkeeper Song?

He killed Lu Zhijie, destroyed the Lu family, saved Lu Xiaoxin, and killed Old Man Hua...

Sin deserves death!

Don't save him?

His wife and children were held hostage by someone he had never even met in person, inexplicably entered the game, and ended miserably.

Lose frankly!

The gasoline burned faster and more intensely, forming a crackling and crackling fire scene, and the entire roof of the terrace was burned. Not only could I not rush to the shopkeeper Song, but if I didn't leave, I would definitely die.

Lu Cenyin yelled in horror from below.

I gritted my teeth, endured the great pain in my body, jumped to the courtyard wall on the first floor, and then rolled from the courtyard wall to the ground, using the opportunity to extinguish the flames on my body.

"Miss...you are a good person in the world...Old Song will be a cow and a horse in his next life to atone for his sins!"

"Mr. Su, the road is far away, I wish you good luck! Hahaha!"

Shopkeeper Song became a raging man.

He struggled to get up from the ground, gritted his teeth, and didn't howl.

"...I was originally a casual person in Wollongong, and I used yin and yang to protect the world..."

Old and simple accent.

It came intermittently from Shopkeeper Song's mouth.

Soon.

gradually dissipated.