Chapter 237 Long Moyang Kills

The two policemen noticed Long Moyang's crazy behavior, their faces changed suddenly, and they almost instinctively took out their pistols.

They held the pistols tightly in both hands, their fingers on the triggers, their eyes revealing vigilance and determination, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed directly at Long Moyang. If he made any rash moves again, they would shoot without hesitation.

However, Long Moyang seemed to be crazy, with crazy light flashing in his eyes. The next second, he rushed in front of the two people at an extremely fast speed, like a black lightning.

The speed was so fast that the two policemen were caught off guard.

Long Moyang suddenly appeared and grabbed the two policemen's gun-holding hands with his hands like pliers.

The policemen struggled hard, trying to break free from Long Moyang's control, but Long Moyang seemed to have infinite power at this moment. He twisted hard, and accompanied by the policemen's painful groans, he snatched the two guns away.

Immediately afterwards, Long Moyang raised the gun in his hand without hesitation and pointed it at the two policemen.

Two crisp gunshots echoed in the castle, like the sentence of death.

The two policemen opened their eyes wide, their eyes full of unwillingness and fear. Their bodies swayed a few times and then fell heavily to the ground. Blood quickly spread under them.

Perhaps hearing the loud noise, the Long couple and Long Yihuan also slowly walked down from upstairs.

It turned out that the Long couple had been locked up in the attic by Long Yihuan.

The attic was dark and damp, filled with a rotten smell. They were shocked and scared inside, not knowing what was happening outside. At this time, they heard the movement from downstairs, and several people walked down the stairs tremblingly.

When Long Tingxiao saw his son Long Moyang standing there with a gun in his hand, an expression of surprise and joy suddenly appeared on his face.

His eyes were sparkling with tears of excitement, as if he had seen a treasure that had been lost and recovered. He immediately ran over quickly, stretched out his hands and held Long Moyang's hands tightly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Where have you been all these years? We all thought you were dead. If we had known you were still alive, we would not have taken this path."

He stared at Long Moyang closely, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including longing and guilt.

"I just didn't want to get involved with you guys anymore, so I faked my death and escaped." Long Moyang looked at his father coldly, his eyes full of disappointment and disdain. "I just didn't expect that after so long, you still don't repent."

He shook his head slightly, looking at the expressions of his parents, he knew in his heart that in their hearts, power was still supreme and more important than any family affection.

At this time, Lerna also walked forward quickly, her eyes filled with tears, and she said in a sobbing voice: "No, it's not like that. We didn't want to give up on you. It was just that the situation at the time forced us to do this. I hope you can forgive us. We did this for your future."

As she spoke, she wiped her tears with her hands, trying to make Long Moyang believe her words.

After hearing these words, Li Ruochu just sneered coldly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

But she knew in her heart that this was her second brother's business after all, and she should not interfere too much, so she did not say anything, but just stood quietly by the side, watching this chaotic scene.

Long Mocheng sneered and pulled his hand back forcefully, as if he had touched something dirty.

His eyes were full of disgust, and he shouted, "Enough, stop acting in front of me. I've seen enough of your drama. But it's better this way. If we all die here, no one will care about those damn rights."

His voice echoed in the castle, with a kind of determination to throw the jar into the air.

After hearing these words, a twisted smile emerged on Long Moyang's face. He slowly raised his hands and began to clap vigorously. The applause sounded particularly harsh in this silent and bloody castle.

"It's really touching to see your family reunited." He said in a long tone, full of sarcasm, "It's a pity that you will die here soon. I know I won't survive after I get out, so if that's the case, then all of you will be buried with me."

There was madness and determination in his eyes, as if he had fallen into a hopeless state of madness.

Long Yihuan staggered over at this time, her face full of fear and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes, and finally she cried to Long Moyang in front of her, "Brother, I am on your side, I beg you to let me go."

Her voice trembled with a desperate plea, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.

However, as soon as Long Yihuan said this, Long Moyang did not hesitate at all. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle steadily at Long Yihuan's head.

Long Yihuan widened her eyes, which were full of fear and disbelief. She seemed unable to believe that her brother would actually do something to her.

"Bang!" A deafening gunshot broke the brief silence. Long Yihuan's head exploded instantly, and red and white liquid splashed onto the surrounding walls and the ground.

A strong smell of blood quickly spread, making people want to vomit.

Li Ruochu's body shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. Her eyes widened wide, filled with fear and panic.

It was the first time she had seen such a bloody scene. Her stomach was churning and a sour feeling welled up in her throat. She couldn't hold it in any longer and squatted to the side, vomiting violently, as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.

Seeing this, Feng Yizhou's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache and worry. He walked over without hesitation, stretched out his strong arms, and gently held Li Ruchu into his arms.

He hugged Li Ruochu tightly, stroking her back gently with one hand, trying to calm her frightened emotions, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Look at you two. This scene is really heartwarming," Long Moyang sneered, "Enjoy your last moments together. I'm afraid you will starve to death here in a few days."

His laughter echoed in the castle like a devil's curse.

After saying that, Long Moyang turned around and went upstairs with heavy and slow steps.

He was not worried at all that these people would escape, after all, all the materials here had been specially processed.

The walls and iron fences are made of high-strength alloys and are extremely hard. Even if they are shot with a gun, only some shallow marks will be left and they cannot be opened at all.

And even if they had tools, there was no way they could cause substantial damage to these solid obstacles in this enclosed space.