Chapter 227 A Loving Family
At this moment, Ao Lijun lay on the ground, wincing in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, mixed with dust and blood. But when he heard Zhang Mo's questioning, he still dodged the question: "What are you talking about? Those things were done by that father and daughter, it has nothing to do with me."
Zhang Mo's lips curled into a cold smile: "Oh, really? But when the ghostly figure appeared upstairs, neither of them seemed to know the ghostly figure's identity."
Only you blurted out 'Xiao Ying's' name.
What does this mean?
This means that only he knew, or rather, only he felt, that Xiao Ying was dead.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." Ao Lijun's eyes flashed with panic. He endured the pain and groped around on the ground with his hands, trying to grab something to support himself as he tried to get up and run away.
Zhang Mo sighed and glanced at her phone: "Your family is so utterly devoid of honest people."
"Alright, the show's not over yet anyway, I'll give you another five minutes to organize your thoughts."
Ao Lijun looked bewildered, not understanding what she meant by "the show isn't over yet." His lips trembled, and his eyes darted between Zhang Mo and the surrounding environment.
The burning pain in his back made it impossible for him to get up immediately. At this moment, he could only feign weakness, while secretly scanning his surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a thick tree branch not far away. Overjoyed, he pretended to groan in pain and slowly moved toward the branch, trying to take advantage of Zhang Mo's inattention to grab it as a weapon and find an opportunity to break through.
The next second, a figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto him!
"ah!!!"
"Ouch!!!"
Two piercing screams rang out at the same time!
Ao Lijun's already battered body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. All the pain was magnified infinitely in an instant, and his vision went black. He almost fainted.
The figure that fell on him rolled twice before coming to a stop. One leg was twisted at an odd angle, and the trouser leg was torn by sharp stones, from which blood gushed out and spread across the ground.
Despite the excruciating pain, Ao Lijun struggled to turn his head and stared in horror at the sight before him. The person who had fallen on top of him was none other than his father-in-law, Hu Dechang!
At this moment, Hu Dechang's face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with pain and fear. When he met Ao Lijun's gaze, both of them were filled with endless astonishment and bewilderment.
Zhang Mo clapped her hands with a smile and said, "Wonderful, wonderful! I knew there would be a good show to watch after Hu Ruisu was released."
Battle Royale 1.0 is about the grandfather and mother killing the father together.
Battle Royale 2.0 is about a mother and son killing their grandfather together.
Now let's see version 3.0, the ultimate showdown between mother and son, and who will have the last laugh!
Upon hearing this, Ao Lijun and Hu Dechang felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if their blood had instantly frozen.
Despite the excruciating pain in his leg, Hu Dechang asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you? Why—"
Suddenly, a rope wrapped around his neck and was yanked hard, abruptly interrupting his words!
Upon closer inspection, one can see that the other end of the rope is being gently held in the hand of a woman dressed as a nurse.
The woman was standing right behind Zhang Mo at that moment.
It was that nurse with no facial features from just now!!!
Ao Lijun and Hu Dechang: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
Zhang Mo: "......"
Looking at it like this, it's pretty creepy, huh?
Zhang Mo: "Why don't you show your face? It feels weird talking to you like this." She didn't know where to look.
In an instant, the nurse, who had no facial features, revealed Jiu Xuan's bright and beautiful face. She winked at Zhang Mo and said softly, "Did I scare you? Do you want a hug?"
Zhang Mo: "Hehe."
As they were talking, the final winner of Battle Royale 3.0 had already been determined.
Hu Meifang fell out of the window.
She was abandoned by her own son.
Ao Lijun: "......"
Hu Dechang: "..."
Hu Meifang: "......"
Immediately afterwards, Hu Ruisu also fell down.
He was thrown down by Yan Hui.
Hu Ruisu: "......"
The four people stared at each other, and for a moment, the scene fell into an eerie silence.
After all, this loving family was just a family that had been killing each other.
Zhang Mo seemed quite interested in this human tragedy: "Good, good, very educational."
This story tells us that the idea of raising children to provide for you in old age is nonsense; only by remaining unmarried and childless can you live to the end.
A family of four: "..."
Zhang Mo narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone carrying an undeniable sense of pressure, her gaze sweeping over the four of them: "Next, I hope the four of you will cooperate. Go upstairs yourselves, and we'll find a quiet and clean place to properly discuss the past."
I believe that this time, no one will lie, right?
kindness? "
The family of four, dejected and knowing there was no escape, finally gave up the struggle. Resigned to their fate, they helped each other up and limped back into the building they had just desperately tried to escape from.
Zhang Mo randomly found a relatively clean empty hospital room and sat down on the bed.
The ward was filled with a musty smell; the paint on the walls was peeling and chipped, and the dim light coming through the window added to the oppressive atmosphere.
The family of four knelt on the ground, trembling, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
At the same time, Long Xi and Jiang Rong appeared at the door.
Zhang Mo said calmly, "Come on, esteemed son of the village chief, you should explain yourself first."
Ao Lijun said with difficulty, "I...I really didn't mean to. Xiaoying and I grew up together, how could I intentionally hurt her? I..."
Jiu Xuan grew impatient and conjured a rope out of thin air, tightly gripping his neck: "Get to the point, stop talking nonsense." Her eyes were icy cold, devoid of any emotion, and her actions were swift and decisive. The rope dug deep into Ao Lijun's neck, leaving red marks.
Ao Lijun stared in horror, his hands instinctively reaching out to pry the rope, only to find that he couldn't budge it an inch.
His face turned bright red, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a duck waiting to be slaughtered.
“I…I said…” Ao Lijun managed to squeeze out a few words, “When I was five years old, the village ancestral hall caught fire. Xiaoying’s father lost his life trying to save my father. Xiaoying also got her eyes burned while trying to find her father in the fire.”
From then on, my father felt indebted to Xiaoying's family, so he arranged my marriage with Xiaoying...
But as you all know, feelings can't be forced. Although we grew up together, Xiaoying and I really didn't have any feelings for each other; it was my family who forced me to be with her.
For the sake of my father's good reputation, and also to take care of this poor mother and daughter, I reluctantly agreed to marry her.
But on the eve of the wedding, she suddenly came to me and said she wanted to call off the engagement...
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