Chapter 1125

When Fu Hongda woke up again, he only heard the sound of "crackling" and the branches being burned.

He opened his eyes, barely conscious, and felt a cramp in his abdomen.

Suddenly, he recalled something in his mind. He shook his hands and unconsciously touched his stomach. It was really a sticky and slippery place to start.

His heart leaped and he stared at the wet scarlet on his abdomen. His eyes seemed to be burned by the dark red.

"Awake?" Strange male voice, from the ear.

Fu Hongda hurriedly looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a strange suit sitting by the fire five steps away from him. The man was full of beard and slovenly. He looked a little sloppy, but on his back, he carried a long knife higher than others.

The edge and corner of the long sabre, I don't know whether it's a material problem or other reasons, are suffused with a little red light, like a demon's blood mouth trying to suck human flesh.

Fu Hongda stammered, "you You are... "

The man got up from the ground and walked to Fu Hongda two steps. In a muffled voice, he asked, "you killed my brother?"

Fu Hongda looked at him in dismay, frowning and shaking his head in sweat: "no, no, I don't know your brother..."

The man bent down suddenly, took hold of Hongda's hair, pulled his whole head back, grinned sarcastically: "don't you know that? You don't know this person? "

As he said this, he pulled Fu Hongda's head to the other side. Fu Hongda saw that there was a body not far from where he was lying.

Looking at the body's appearance, Fu Hongda was shocked: "first, sir, he, how can he..."

The middle-aged man watched Fu Hongda's expression for a moment. Seeing that Fu Hongda's surprise didn't seem to be faking, he put his head away and said in a deep voice, "tell me what you know, and don't hide half of it!"

Fu Hongda dared not to disobey, swallowing his saliva, and said all that had happened in these days.

At the end of the speech, he thought of the knife he had been stabbed. He covered his stomach and thanked the man carefully: "if you are elder brother, you must be a member of the holy family. This time, you have failed because of rongling and other people's meddling. When you are in danger, you have to help me. I'm really sorry. I swear that I will be filial to the holy family for the rest of my life, In return for your help! "

"Oh." The man sneered, looked at Fu Hongda like a mole ant, and then turned his eyes from his face to his abdomen, and said, "help me? A knife pierces the intestines and pierces the belly. Who do you say can save you? "

Fu Hongda was stunned and looked down at his stomach.

The cold voice of the man was full of malice: "my brother died in an unknown way, and you happened to lie beside him, not to wake you up, how to know his situation, the people of the sorcerer family, to wake up a person, what is easy, just waking up means living?"? Oh, not quite. "

With his voice falling, I don't know if it's an illusion. Fu Hongda felt the itchy stomach. The numb pain, accompanied by the strange itch, made his scalp numb.

He opened his clothes that had been soaked with blood and exposed his bloody abdomen under the clothes. He saw that he had several centipedes with thick and thin fingers lying on his stomach, which were still moving, half of them were in his stomach, half of them were outside his belly, and when climbing, they made a sound of grunting

"This, this, this..." Fu Hongda's whole body was soft. The centipede swam in his body, which made him feel that his scalp would be fried.

"This is a good thing." The man's voice came down from the top of his head: "the longevity centipede, a kind of poisonous centipede, can use this little thing as long as there is still a breath to make people wake up temporarily. Of course, in return, this little thing will take the host of the parasite as a nutrient and gradually swallow it up."

As the man said, he laughed, but Fu Hongda was almost mad. He shook his hands and grabbed the centipede on his stomach, regardless of his disgust. He pulled out half of the long worms, but no matter how he pulled, it seemed that he could not finish it. He felt more and more pain, not the pain of the wound, but the pain of the bone and flesh being gnawed, which made people despair and near death!

"Help, help me, help me..." Fu Hongda finally collapsed. He lay on the ground, hugged the middle-aged man's pants, and tears ran down his face. That was the fear of death: "please, please help me, I have my mother and daughter..."

The middle-aged man looked at him like something interesting. His cold sight fully proved his ruthless nature. For a moment, he seemed to be tired of watching. He kicked the blinding thing away, turned around leisurely and picked up his dead brother who had no breath.

The body is not light, but he can carry it easily.

Fu Hongda is still struggling in situ, and his words of asking for help are never broken, but the middle-aged man doesn't care at all. He carries his younger brother on his back and walks away step by step.

The fire gradually failed to shine on his back. Fu Hongda knew that he would not save himself. He lay on the ground for a while, clenched his hands into fists, and dug his fingernails into the rough mud, until his fingers were bleeding and the pain in his stomach became more intense. Finally, after crying for a long time, he closed his eyes.Everyone has a day to die, just sooner or later.

Fu Hongda thought that he would die. He was very old. He had been ignorant for decades. He tried to maintain his dignity in that family by making small noises. He was very hard. When he began to resist, he was not confused. If his wife and daughter did not appear, he would not have any idea of overstepping the huge Fu family.

But he did not want to be himself, but also for his wife and daughter. He thought that they were better off. He thought that they could stand up. When his wife went back to her mother's house, no three aunts and six aunts sneered and ridiculed in her ears, saying that she had chosen ten thousand or ten thousand choices, and she had chosen a common son who didn't work at all. It was not right for her to be a widower.

People have backbone, his backbone appears very late, but at least there is.

He has strategy and wisdom. He will step by step. He will walk through the light and darkness. He can easily destroy the sacred and inviolable people in the past by his own power. He can kill the eldest, the second and even the old man. He is different. He is not the night boy who once lingered.

However, he didn't realize the success of the victory, nor let his wife live a noble life, nor found a husband for his daughter. What he wanted to do was not done. He didn't get anything except the unworthy owner.

He was going to die. The feeling of death was so clear. He knew that once he closed his eyes, he would never open them again.

But, he is reluctant, unwilling!

His intuition is that he should not be so mediocre and die out easily. He can do many things. As long as he is given a little time and a little chance, he will have the ability to turn over his hands to cover the clouds and rain.

Who can give him this opportunity? Who can give him this opportunity

The more blurred the consciousness, the more obvious the feeling of biting the inner abdomen, the more gentle smile of the wife and the bright black eyes of the daughter.

Can you look at them again, can you let him see them again

His wife, his daughter

……

"Open." The sound of the bed turning woke the little girl inside the soft couch.

Fu Zilu rubbed her eyes and emerged from the quilt. She asked softly, "mother?"

Lu was sweating and gasping, trying not to be frightened by nightmares.

When she heard her daughter's voice, her pale face turned slowly. She saw her daughter's small face, which was still awake, and touched her head: "wake you up?"

Fu Ziru shakes her head. Since her father disappeared, her mother hasn't slept well for several days. These five days, her family seems calm, but it's extremely strange. Fu Ziru is still young, and she can't feel too much, but she can clearly distinguish that many people around her look at them with malice.

Holding her mother gently, Fu Ziru asked, "does mother dream of her father again?"

Lu also hugged his daughter back, only to feel a headache.

Fu Ziru hurriedly said: "don't think about mother. Father will come back. Don't worry about mother."

The comfort of the child didn't make Lu more comfortable. She just encircled her daughter's body and felt the hot temperature. She said softly, "Zilu, if your mother is not here one day, you should go to your grandmother. Remember, no matter what method you use, you should go to your grandfather's house. Although the future life will be very difficult, it's good or bad At least... "

"Mother..." Fu Ziru interrupts and looks up in bewilderment: "how can mother be absent? Where is mother going? "

Lu only felt a lump in her throat. She shook her head and steadied her voice. Then she said, "mother doesn't go anywhere, just if, if..."

"Since the mother doesn't leave, how can the daughter go to the grandparents' home alone if she wants to be with her mother?" Fu Ziru said, the innocent and hold her mother tight, in her arms, dependent on the rub.

This night, neither mother nor daughter slept well.

The next day, before dawn, there was a knock from the servant girl outside.

"Fourth lady, are you awake? There is something wrong with the fourth master, something important... "

...

Fu Hongda's body was found two days after the accident. The soldiers who found the body were fierce generals who had seen blood and killed people. They boasted that they were bold and fearless.

But when he saw the corpse, he was already lying on one side, throwing up.

After he saw the body, all of the people also went like one, or nausea or dizziness, timid, a breath did not mention, almost so back.

Liu Wei was informed of the autopsy. The first moment she saw the body, her expression was not very good.

Liu Wei thinks that she has seen a lot. She can easily examine any strange corpse, but she can't obviously examine this corpse.