Chapter 636

The warm morning was completely destroyed by the roar of little 15.

And Hetun's mood is even worse. All over 60 years old, even with a 5-year-old little P child.

With a clang, the rich breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.

"Twelve, has the mummy maker come yet?" He Tun asked fiercely.

"Here we are. In the side hall. "

Xing Shier deserved Wen Dan, then added: "but Lao Shi said: Feng Xinglang didn't die last night..."

"It's better not to die! It's made from living animals! In front of that woman's face, will she and seal a mountain of evil seed bit by bit of open. I want to let her know: the price of betraying Xing Mu! "

Hetun is on the verge of insanity. It's enough that such humiliation has oppressed him for decades.

His life, because of a woman who betrayed him, became gloomy. That woman almost ruined his life.

Although Xing twelve clearly knew that the adoptive father Hetun in this state was obviously morbid. But he did not dare to disobey his adoptive father.

"Good adoptive father. I'll arrange it right now Xing twelve retreated in response.

Since Feng Xinglang has to die, what's the difference between dying one day earlier and one day later. It seems too cruel to use living people to make mummies.

Hetun used to be fierce, but it was not cruel. But in dealing with Feng Xinglang, he showed his extremely dark side.

Feng Xinglang was almost dying. The bloodstain dried up on Jun's face. In front of Hun's chamber, he looked very calm.

When Xing 12 came in, he was holding a dagger with cold light in his hand.

He looked down at Feng Xinglang, who was close to death, but he was silent.

With a clang, Xing twelve threw his dagger in front of Feng Xinglang.

"My adoptive father will make you mummy. Will you do it yourself or shall I? "

Xing 12 wants to give Feng Xinglang a good time. After all, it's too cruel to use living people to make mummies.

Inexplicably, Xing twelve still admired Feng Xinglang. Although his skill is inferior to him, he is a man with high intelligence and emotional intelligence.

It's really interesting to play with Feng Xinglang. At this moment, Feng Xinglang had to die.

Die young? Or is heaven jealous of talent?

"I'll be quick It will make you more comfortable. "

Xing 12 suggested. It's better to give Feng Xinglang a good time than those corpse makers desecrating his body while he's alive.

"Thank you..."

Feng Xinglang's voice was dumb in his throat. He had no more strength to speak.

He shook his head and laughed: "No. Let the woman see for herself how her son died That's fine! "

“……”

Xing twelve fiercely silent: what does that mean? Does Feng Xinglang want his mother to see him mummified?

"Feng Xinglang, you, you don't have to do that."

Xing 12 was still a little impatient. It's not that he's not fierce enough, or that he's compassionate enough. It's just that Feng Xinglang is the father of Xiao Shiwu after all. If he can make it convenient, why can't he be a good man like Xing Laoba?

"Xing 12, let my son Linnuo Don't take revenge for me. Just tell him: his bastard father deserves all this. "

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, but it was as heavy as a mountain.

"I will."

Xing 12 picked up the dagger from the ground and said, "don't you need my help?"

The so-called help is to give Feng Xinglang a good time!

Feng Xinglang laughed and finally shook his head, "I really don't need to I want my mother to watch her own son die! That's her punishment and my retribution

"Well said! Have the guts

He Tun's strong body walks in. The heart tremor and depression of last night have disappeared. At this moment, Hetun is full of morbid excitement.

Behind Hetun stood several Egyptians. There are two people carrying a metal texture strong box, carved with some strange ancient Egyptian words and images. There are also two people carrying a kneeling pottery figurine.

It seems that these things should be prepared for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of Hetun and the existence of the Egyptians. He just quietly stares at his mother's wax figure.

Then he laughed.

Smile slowly spread on his handsome face, from the thin lips to the corners of the lips; spread on the whole bloody face.

He was then strapped to a simple console.

Two or three minutes after the ceremony, the Egyptians would begin to open their bodies and take out the entrails of Feng Xinglang; the bodies would be watered with hot-melt rosin, and then wrapped in a cloth soaked with rosin

"Ah Ho, do you see that? Your son is going to pay off the debt of not keeping women's way and prospering Yanghua! Don't you feel sad Isn't it sad? What a cruel womanHetun seems to be possessed. He was talking to himself to the wax figure.

The tip of the knife touched Feng Xinglang's abdomen

"Amu Mu... "

All of a sudden, Hetun nervously heard the woman's cry.

"Ah Ho, did you speak? Did you speak? "

Hetun came forward and pressed his ears against the mouth of the wax figure.

"Amu where are you? Please don't hurt my child Mu... "

Yes! It's that woman's voice! Because there was only one woman in Hetun's life who called him "amu"!

"Adoptive father, what's the matter with you?"

Feeling the strangeness of Hetun, Xing twelve comes up to help Hetun with his strange behavior.

"Twelve, ah he spoke! She's calling me amu It's Su He! She's the only one who calls me amu

He Tun's adoptive father looks like he is going to be possessed.

Listening attentively, Xing twelve seemed to hear a man calling "amu" to his adoptive father Hetun.

It's just the sound So familiar!

"Amu Please Don't hurt my children "Ah mu..."

Xing twelve clearly distinguish: that is the voice of Lin xueluo!

What's the matter with this woman?

"Twelve, do you hear me?" Hetun shook Xing's shoulder fiercely.

"Adoptive father, I heard The sound, it seems, is coming from the outside

Xing twelve seems to be surprised by the strange and frightening appearance of his adoptive father Hetun. It seems that he didn't expect that an "amu" would make his adoptive father so crazy.

Xing twelve words did not fall, he Tun has been stumbling out of the sacrifice room.

Did things turn for the better?

"Stop it

Xing twelve immediately scolded the Egyptians, "first sew up his wound!"

At the end of the speech, Xing twelve also ran after him.

It was Lin xueluo who was crying "amu" in a split heart.

She was stopped by Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu. No matter how she knelt down and begged, they were indifferent.

Because Hetun said: without his permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave Fort Patel without permission.

In desperation, xueluo could only do her best to shout "amu" outside the gate of Fort Patel.

She felt that none of Ren's words could be heard by Hetun better than "amu".

Only when Hetun heard her voice, could she go into Fort pette. So we can see Hetun!

Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu are quite devoted to their duties. He Tun, the adoptive father, only said that no one was allowed to enter or leave the fort. He did not say that no one was allowed to be called.

Besides, Lin xueluo is not an outsider. If it is convenient, they will be good people in the face of the tenth five year plan, without violating the orders of their adoptive father Hetun.

He Tun, who rushed out of the sacrificial room, chased him all the way to find the cry of "amu".

After seeing the light and the wind, he Tun seemed to calm down.

It is impossible for a woman who has been dead for decades to come back to life, and it is even more impossible for a wax figure to speak.

At the entrance of Fort Patel, he Tun saw the snow falling. Lin xueluo is shouting "amu".

In an instant, the hostility of Hetun gathered all over again.

"It's you? I want to die

He Tun, who has been fooled, pulls a gun from Xing Laowu and reaches Lin xueluo's eyebrow.

But Lin xueluo is laughing. He burst into tears with laughter.

"Hetun, in fact, this gun should be on your own head! Feng Ma loves you wrong You don't deserve a mother's love at all

"Shut up

With a click, Hetun loaded the pistol.

"Is Feng Xinglang dead?" Snow is not afraid of Hetun's loaded gun.

"You're late! He's been mummified by me! I want him to kneel down in front of his mother forever and pay his mother's debts

"Is Feng Xinglang dead? He died... "

Snow fell suddenly broke into tears, heartbroken.

"Hetun, you killed your own son? Tiger poison doesn't eat son How can you be so cruel? "

"Lin xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can tell any lie!"

He Tun chuckled.

"Feng Xinglang, in fact, his real name should be Xing Lang, just like you, his surname is Xing! Because he is your own son

The snow is already crying.

I tried my best, but in the end, I was a bit late.

One faltered, and the snow fell and fell to the ground. Her world seemed to come to an abrupt end.

"Lin xueluo, don't you think your reason is far fetched and ridiculous?"Because there is a homonym "Xing" in Feng Xinglang's name, he falsely claims that Feng Xinglang is his son?

"You are so mean in your skill!" Of course, Hetun would not believe it.

Snow fell on the ground, sad, sad, whispering:

"I hear love I believe in love!

Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria

Like a sad wind

Through my bleeding meridians

The faith of years

"See Wulang Sam Ha ha ha, Feng Ma, you really love the wrong person! This man is not worth your love at all, but you have been humiliated and slandered, and you have to give birth to his children for him... "

The whole people in Hetun are frozen!

"You don't believe it, do you? It's too simple to verify my lies: don't you tell the truth by using Feng Xinglang's blood to do a paternity test? "

Xueluo got up from the ground and sat up, facing the rigid face of Hetun, laughing bitterly.

"But I don't think we should do it! Because it was a stain on Feng's mother and an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang would rather die than have your father

The snow was angry.

A burst of fierce fire attacked the heart, and a mouthful of blood spattered from the mouth of Hetun.

After a long time, he Tun hissed out a word:

"do it!"

(end of text! Tomorrow is the end.)