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Chapter 768 It hurts when I kill someone

Chapter 768 It hurts when I kill someone

Watanabe Xiaoliang realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly said, "If I die, my family will definitely seek revenge on you.

Our family has satellite monitoring.

Can see anywhere in the world

Maybe they have already taken your picture using satellite photography.”

Ye Changqing clenched the dagger in his hand and continued to walk towards Watanabe Xiaoliang. The words he spoke were as cold as if they came from a thousand-year-old ice cave: "You guys take your pictures.

I kill mine! "

He didn't care at all about taking pictures.

Too many Japanese have been killed, and perhaps he has already been on their assassination list.

blah blah~

Ye Changqing's steps were steady and powerful, moving closer to Watanabe Koyoshi step by step.

The murderous aura on his body became more and more intense.

It is like a sword drawn from its sheath, so sharp that people dare not look directly at it.

Watanabe Xiaoliang took a step back in fear: "You...what on earth will you do to make you let me go?

Can I give you money?"

I heard that you gave money.

In the room, Ma Xiangfu shouted, "Don't listen to him. If you want money, I... I can give you the Fumai for free.

Please kill him!"

Ye Changqing ignored Watanabe Xiaoliang and continued to approach Watanabe Xiaoliang, saying as he walked: "You kill people quickly and it doesn't hurt. I am different from you.

I kill slowly.

It hurts a lot.”

Watanabe Koryo's hair stood on end and his scalp tingled when he heard this. He had seen the pain in the eyes of temporary people.

He felt a chill in his heart whenever he thought about that feeling of being worse than death.

"you you……"

Ye Changqing suddenly quickened his pace and rushed towards Watanabe Koryo, stabbing Watanabe Koryo's abdomen with the dagger in his hand.

Watanabe Koryo suddenly stopped retreating, and his frightened expression suddenly turned into a ferocious one.

He didn't know when a long wakizashi appeared in his hand.

Japanese samurai usually carry two swords.

The long sword is called honzashi and the short sword is called wakizashi.

There is also a type of sword that is between the two, namely the long wakizashi, which is easy to carry but much more powerful than the wakizashi.

Watanabe Koryo held the long wakizashi in both hands, gritted his teeth, ignored the pain in his hands, and used all his strength to chop down at Ye Changqing's head.

shuh~

The sword flashed.

The long wakizashi came down as fast as lightning.

快~

Nagawakishashi was as fast as a knife cutting through the breeze, and he chopped down without any resistance.

Watanabe Koryo realized that he was striking the air and looked intently.

I saw a cold light flashing towards me.

Before he could dodge, he felt something hit him. Looking down, he saw the dagger piercing through his clothes and entering his abdomen, leaving only the handle.

He didn't have time to think, and swung the long wakizashi in his hand to stab Ye Changqing's throat.

Ye Changqing suddenly bent down to avoid the fatal knife, rushed forward, and hit Watanabe Xiaoliang's abdomen with a city elbow.

bang~

The elbow hit Watanabe Koryo's abdomen, making a dull sound.

dong dong dong~

Watanabe Koryo lost his balance and stumbled backwards.

Ye Changqing pressed forward closely and slashed the dagger in his hand quickly towards Watanabe Xiaoliang's body.

The blade of the dagger landed on Watanabe Koryo's arm, bringing up a puff of blood.

Then the dagger fell on the chest again, bringing up a puff of blood again.

shuh~

Swish~

Swish, swish, swish~ Ye Changqing swung the dagger quickly, and the blade fell on Watanabe Xiaoliang's body again and again.

Every time the dagger slashed, it would bring up a puff of blood.

Watanabe Koryo kept backing away until his back hit the wall, and he stopped only when he had nowhere to retreat.

Ye Changqing flipped his wrist and a burst of blood rain spurted out.

The sharp blade flashed like lightning, again and again, and finally turned into a streak of light and shadow.

One minute~

Two minutes~

Three minutes~

Five minutes~

Ye Changqing swung the sharp blade with both hands and slashed his body for five minutes before he stopped the dagger in his hand and stepped back.

Squeak~

The door opened. Ma Xiangfu lay on the crack of the door, unable to see the fight between Ye Changqing and Watanabe Xiaoliang. He pushed the door open and walked out.

When he saw Watanabe Koryo leaning against the wall with his back, his chest was covered with crisscrossing knife marks, as if he had been stabbed thousands of times.

The clothes have become wisps hanging on the body.

The knife wounds were connected one after another, cutting the skin on the body into small pieces.

It's like the small criss-cross grids on a homework book.

Blood flowed down the wound.

Not just the chest, but also Watanabe Koryo's arms, legs, and face.

There are wounds all over.

Watanabe Koryo's body was shaking as if he had stepped on an electric wire.

His face was covered in blood and flesh, and his expression was no longer discernible. A trembling moan of pain came from his throat. Even though Ma Xiangfu had a grudge against Watanabe Koryo for killing his son, he was still shocked when he saw Watanabe Koryo's miserable appearance.

I also felt creepy.

It's too awful.

Ye Changqing said coldly: "I said, it hurts when I kill people.

You shouldn't be on this land.

You shouldn't be killing people here.

We should not snatch the Fumai inheritance passed down from Shennong to the present.

If the Watanabe family finds me, I guarantee they will die as miserably as you did!"

Watanabe Koryo was in so much pain that he was like crazy. He screamed, twisted his body, and then rolled on the ground, his legs sometimes stretched straight and sometimes curled up.

Gradually the noise became quieter and quieter, and finally it lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Where his body fell, blood quickly gathered into a pool. Blood was everywhere.

It looks chilling.

Ma Xiangfu watched for a while and saw no movement. He picked up the broom by the wall and poked it a few times, but saw that Watanabe Xiaoliang didn't move at all.

He suddenly picked up the broom and started beating him: "I asked you to kill my son.

I asked you to kill my son.

Give me back my son’s life.”

After beating for a while, he was so tired that he was out of breath, threw away the broom and burst into tears.

Ye Changqing turned to look at the money. He wanted to collect the bodies, but then he remembered that he had no tools and his only car was out of gas.

He had to change his mind, took out his cell phone and called Lu Dingqian to come and collect the body.

Half an hour later, Lu Dingqian arrived and expertly removed the bodies, cleaning the bloodstains from the yard. Ma Xiangfu's three sons were taken to the crematorium and placed in icy coffins.

The setting sun hangs above the mountain top.

A ray of afterglow falls on Majiazhuang.

A man in his thirties, with short hair close to his scalp, walked into the village carrying a canvas bag.

He kept his head down along the way, as if he didn't want anyone to recognize him.

When I walked to the door of Ma Xiangfu's house, I saw that the door was open, so I walked straight in.

Ma Xiangfu sat on the stool in a daze. When he saw the person coming in, he was stunned at first, then he stood up and said excitedly: "Lao Wu, you are back, why are you back?

Isn't there still two months left?"

Ma Weiren saw Ma Xiangfu's emaciated figure, wrinkled face, and hair as white as dead grass. He was stunned for a moment and said in a choked voice, "Dad, you...how did you become like this? Didn't you say that your four brothers took good care of you?

Didn’t you say that you still can’t pay back the money they gave you?”

Ma Xiangfu was a little surprised. He didn't seem to have expected his son to ask this question. He wanted to lie, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them. His lips moved several times, and finally he sighed: "Aren't I afraid that you would worry?

I’m afraid you won’t let me send you money.”

Ma Weiren flew into a rage: "These four people don't care about you, right? I...I'm going to find them now.

Help them get into college, send them out of the countryside and live a good life in the city.

They treated you like this, are they human beings?"

Ma Xiangfu shook his head slightly, tears welling in his eyes as he said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. No matter what they did, they are already dead."

Ma Weiren was stunned: "Dead?

Dad, they went too far and made you angry, so you cursed them, right? "

There are four brothers, and they are all young.

He also never heard his father say anything about making them sick, and he thought it was just something his father said in anger.

That's why I asked.