Chapter 300 The Woman in the Red Sweater Deserves to Die

[Mr. Huo, if you think we are really not capable of this, why don’t we sign up for a class to hone our acting skills!]

[I really can't stand your acting skills anymore. Tell me who your acting teacher is? I want to steal his job! ]

[I don’t think I can handle other jobs, but I think I can handle the job of Huo Laoliu’s acting teacher! ]

Wu Jijun raised his pair of dark eyes.

After being tortured in the underworld for many days, he has completely lost the gentle and kind temperament he had in life.

At this moment, he was covered in black air, his face was pale and his features were hideous. He really looked like a serial killer.

[…I didn’t believe he was the murderer at first, but after seeing him like this, I believe it.]

[Hey guys, this is not the same person as the one in the photo circulating online! ]

[The one in the photo looks like a kind and gentle old man who teaches and educates people. This one...although his face is exactly the same, he is obviously not a good person.]

[I say that those who judge people by appearance are really enough. Before, you refused to believe that he was a murderer because he looked gentle and kind. Now that he is no longer gentle and kind, you believe that he is a murderer? ]

[I am different. I believed from the beginning to the end that she was the murderer.]

[If he wasn't the murderer, how could he be tortured in the hell of swords? ]

Wu Jijun's face was grim, and his eyes were bulging out from being pinched by Huo Ning.

The next moment, his dark eyeballs fell to the ground with a gurgling sound.

Huo Ning had no expression on his face and crushed one of the eyes with his foot.

She tilted her head, with an innocent expression and a vicious look in her eyes, "Sorry, I slipped."

The next moment, she narrowed her eyes and broke one of Wu Jijun's hands.

It is a kind of fracture that directly splits into two.

"Oh, sorry, my hand slipped too."

The next moment, she raised her eyebrows and took out her brick from the space ring.

In his hand, the thick brick was like a thin kitchen knife, and he chopped Wu Jijun into pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

It’s hard to say much about Huo Ning, but she is really polite.

She chopped and sighed, apologizing to the ghost sincerely.

"I'm so sorry, my hand slipped too."

"I'm sorry, I have a problem. I like to chop ghosts like vegetables."

"I'm miserable. My scumbag father kicked me out when I just turned 18. I did this because I'm miserable and had an unhappy childhood. Please forgive me."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huo Ning sliced ​​Wu Jijun into pieces like boiled fish.

Maybe they think this is not aesthetically pleasing, too violent and cruel, and will corrupt young people.

After the film was finished, she took out a needle and thread from her space ring, figured out a trick, and sewed up the broken pieces of Wu Jijun.

However, it is better not to sew it.

This moment made Huo Ning feel even uglier.

Because her needlework was not very good, her stitches were crooked and looked like several hideous and ugly scars.

She sighed and chopped him up with the bricks again.

Yes, cut.

Maybe she was a little tired, so she turned around and threw the brick to Zheng Qian's father.

"He must be tired after taking pictures all the time, you can take over for a while."

Father Zheng clenched the brick in his hand, his eyes reddened, "Can I really do this?"

Huo Ning took a sip of water and nodded while standing by.

"Of course you can. If you can't do it, who can?"

"Don't worry, with my magic weapon, even if you are an ordinary person, dealing with it is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables."

"Even if he was full of health, you wouldn't be afraid, let alone now that he is at low health."

With red eyes, Mr. Zheng said thank you slowly and firmly to Huo Ning.

He knew that Master Huo wanted him to kill his enemy with his own hands.

She wanted him to personally return all the suffering her daughter had endured to the murderer.

Father Zheng grabbed the bricks in his hand and threw them at Wu Jijun one by one. With every hit, we could hear Wu Jijun's tragic howling.

Wu Jijun was in pain.

The spirit body was torn to pieces alive, the pain was even worse than what Zheng Qian had experienced at that time.

However, what is even more terrifying than this is that his spirit body will be cut into pieces again and again, and then sewn together bit by bit, and then cut into pieces and sewn together again.

It goes on like this, over and over again.

It was not until Mr. Zheng was completely exhausted that Huo Ning took the brick from his hand and handed it to Mother Zheng.

"Okay, it's your turn."

Mother Zheng took the brick from Huo Ning's hand and threw it at the broken body of Wu Jijun.

"Beast!"

"You are a teacher and a father, why do you want to harm my daughter?"

"You have your own children, why did you kill mine?"

"Beast!"

Mother Zheng screamed with red eyes, and her hand holding the brick trembled slightly.

The spirit body was torn apart and reassembled again and again. Wu Jijun was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word.

When his spirit was reassembled and he raised his head to observe the surrounding environment with his only remaining eye, he unexpectedly saw an old moving photo.

The girl in the photo was wearing a red sweater and staring at him intently.

"ah!"

Wu Jijun seemed to have received a huge shock and suddenly went crazy.

His eyes were filled with hatred, just like the big knife that had chopped Zheng Qian's body into pieces many years ago.

“Damn it!”

"Anyone wearing a red sweater should be damned!"

"You all deserve to die!"

【??? Is this Lao Deng okay? He is the murderer, how dare he say others deserve to die?】

[People who wear red sweaters should die. What's the matter? People who wear red sweaters killed your whole family! ]

【How can you be a teacher with this stuff? 】

【Did something tragic happen to him? Tell me about it. It will make me happy.】

Wu Jijun stared at Zheng Qian's old photo with hatred in his eyes.

"Damn them all! Damn all women wearing red sweaters!"

"The woman in the red sweater killed my grandson. You should all be buried with him!"

Ten years ago, he took his five-year-old grandson shopping.

The little grandson, who was originally held by his hand, saw the balloon, shook off his hand and ran towards the balloon.

He wanted to chase her, but was bumped by a woman in a red sweater.

When he raised his head, his grandson had disappeared.

Wu Jijun realized that his grandson might have been kidnapped.

He called the police and the whole family went out to look for his grandson.

Someone passing by said that he saw a woman in a red sweater holding a little boy who looked very much like his grandson and getting into a black van.

Then he left in the direction of leaving the city.

Fortunately, the police at the time were quite capable, and half a month later, a large-scale human trafficking case was cracked.

Among those abducted children who were found was his grandson.

Unfortunately, when his grandson was found, he was already dead.