Chapter 1719

Bright lights, arrogant abuse, cruel questioning, and... Painful screams.

Everything is too far away, but close at hand.

The man covered with blood was reflected in the beautiful dark pupils of the little boy, and the scream of the man's utmost forbearance was still lingering in his ears.

Jun Zhan finally understood what his father meant by not going out.

The cold hand blocked his eyes. The hand trembled violently. Jun Zhan bit his lips and his mouth was filled with blood smell. On a cold winter night, his whole body was cold, cold to the bone, like falling into an ice cave.

Little Jun Zhan bit by bit broke off his mother's hand, opened his eyes, and forced himself to look at the inhuman picture from the gap in the cabinet.

"Do you want to tell me where your wife and son are?!" one of them laughed with disdain, ran his feet over the man's fingers and forced him to ask, and even heard the sound of broken hand bones.

The bleeding man smiled low, with a large amount of blood on his forehead. In the past, he was simple, loyal and always smiling. The kind man is now particularly stubborn and has a hoarse voice: "want to know, come on, come here, I'll tell you..."

"Shit, it's so troublesome." the rough looking man impatiently grabbed the scarred man's hair, acted violently and ruthlessly, approached and asked, "tell me where it is? Be careful I'll kill you directly."

But the man smiled strangely and directly opened his mouth and bit the man's ear,

"Ah!" the man screamed in pain. He slapped the man in the face and kicked him away. He still scolded: "fuck, it's shameless to give face. Since you want to die so much, I can help you..."

The man choked a mouthful of blood from his throat. He wiped the corners of his lips with his hand, smiled low, and lay powerlessly on the ground, almost becoming a bloody man.

Jun Zhan's hand hanging on his side was tightly clenched. He listened to the abuse outside and the low sound of pain until he was almost weak to faint.

It's so cold.

Cold into the bone marrow, ears like a howling north wind, with their own inability to fall into the ice cave.

Little Jun Zhan was shaking all over. It was not fear, it was hate. It was the kind of powerlessness that watched his close relatives die in front of him, but he was powerless, and he had to feel more tortured because of himself.

He hates himself for being useless and not strong enough.

He hated those people and tortured the bruised man with a proud face like watching a clown.

The boy bit his lips and curled up in the cabinet door. He could only hold his hands and listen to the disappearing pain and hissing outside the cabinet door until he couldn't hear it at all.

There was only silence in Jun Zhan's ear. The cries and curses of those people outside could hardly be heard. It seemed to come from a very far, very far away place. It was very vague.

be quiet,

It's quiet

Little Jun Zhan looked out from the crack of the cabinet door, only saw the man's cold body. The boy's beautiful dark pupils looked at the picture, and the pupils were branded with a blood color.

The messy room, the crude scolding, the bruised man lying quietly in the pool of blood, his eyes empty and godless.

turn in one's grave.

This is the last picture Xiao junzhan saw.

From this moment on, Jun Zhan told himself in his heart,

To see, we must see, remember the faces of these demons, even if they are doomed, we must take revenge!