At this time, within 1410,
In the middle of the living room were five tattered corpses with hideous wounds.
The floor was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Three women and a half-grown boy knelt beside the corpse, their eyes empty, as if their souls had been pulled out.
The traces of tears on their faces had long since dried, leaving only endless sadness and despair.
The three women are Ma Weiguo’s wife Wang Huiying, Li Gang’s wife Zhang Lina, and Yang Fang’s wife Xu Fan.
The young man is Chen Xuelian's younger brother.
At this moment, the four of them were grieving for their deceased relatives and hating Ye Lang.
They hated the executioner for being so cold-blooded and taking the lives of their loved ones.
Although the tears have dried up, the scars in my heart are difficult to heal.
Their eyes were filled with endless resentment and an imperceptible glimmer, as if they wanted to carve Ye Lang's name into their bones.
"I'm going to kill him, woooo!"
The boy choked and clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Wang Huiying gently stroked the boy's head, a hint of determination shone through her tearful eyes:
"Kid, we all want revenge, but we don't have the ability now.
Revenge requires calmness and planning, and cannot be acted on impulse.
We must learn to be patient and bide our time."
Zhang Lina and Xu Fan also nodded silently, their faces full of determination for revenge.
They were about to open their mouths to say something.
There was a loud bang.
The four of them were startled, and then looked up at the door in horror.
The door was slammed open.
A figure holding a big knife appeared at the door.
Tang Long stood there expressionlessly, his eyes as cold as ice.
The four of them felt a tightness in their hearts and shrank back in fear.
"My name is Tang Long. Please don't look for the wrong person."
Tang Long's voice was low and firm, like an icy blade cutting through the air.
Just as he finished speaking, Tang Long strode into the room amid the four people's horrified gazes and screams.
The four struggled to get up and run away.
But Tang Long's sword was fast and sharp. He swung the ring-handled sword continuously, flashing with cold light, and instantly cut off the sadness and resentment.
The four of them kept cursing him as an executioner who even spared women and children.
The voice was miserable and pitiful.
A complex emotion flashed across Tang Long's eyes, then turned into resolute indifference.
Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his sword and chopped down the four men one by one.
Blood splattered wherever the blade touched, and the crying and shouting in the room gradually dissipated.
I don't know how long it took,
Tang Long stood in the mess, his body covered in blood.
The room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
His ring-handled broadsword hung on the ground, but his eyes were unusually calm.
Without hesitation, Tang Long slowly turned around and left 1410.
Walking into the corridor, he took out his phone and opened the live broadcast of last night's class.
The screen lit up, and Tang Long stared at the camera calmly.
He immediately had many viewers flocking to his livestream because of the title, and comments were rolling like a tide. He slowly began:
"Everyone, I am Ye Lang's master, Tang Long.
I would like to ask everyone to help me record this video to record my last battle.
I am a complete loser.
A failed husband, a failed mother, and a failed master.
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