Chapter 179: The Tragic Case of the Destruction of a Family (Part 3)
"Ahem, a man like you... can marry such a beautiful wife, you deserve it that you couldn't keep your promise... Your wife's body is so tender... It made me linger on her, I couldn't help but share that feeling with my uncle... Hahaha, you know he's been a bachelor all his life, how could he hold back, he had sex with her that night cough cough cough..."
When the neighbor's eldest son said this, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. When he thought that it was the fugitive who had harmed him like this, the hatred in his eyes became even stronger.
"...Do you know why your wife committed suicide? Because right after I had sex with her that day, my uncle came and then he had sex with her again. The two of them tortured her for several hours straight and she had a miscarriage. She couldn't bear it anymore and committed suicide... She originally wanted to wait for you to come back, but unfortunately, she had a miscarriage the day before you came back..."
He recalled the fugitive's wife's expression at the time: despair, numbness, sadness... and finally everything returned to peace and silence.
During his narration, the fugitive's eyes gradually turned blood red, and after a moment, a line of tears flowed from his eyes, like a demon.
"Da Wu, stop talking!!!"
The neighbor uncle screamed in horror.
"You are asking for death by saying this now!"
"Hahaha, that's really funny, uncle, do you think he will let us go? We are all dead today. Since he must die, I will make him live in hell and feel guilty for the rest of his life..."
The neighbor's eldest son stared at the fugitive fiercely, with a deep malice spreading from his eyes.
"Hahahaha... if you kill us, you can't escape either, you can just wait to be sentenced to death, and your paralyzed mother can just wait to starve to death in bed. You killed our entire family, and no one in your family will survive. We will die together, and I won't feel at a loss, hahahaha... cough cough cough... ugh..."
The neighbor's eldest son laughed wildly, but the sound was soon drowned out by the blood flowing from his mouth, and then he began to vomit violently.
The fugitive silently took back the sickle from his neighbor's neck.
The neighbor uncle breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
He sat paralyzed on the ground, and before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt warm liquid splashing on his face.
The fugitive raised his sickle and stabbed the neighbor's crotch with the knife.
The neighbor's eldest son's final look was one of fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
One knife, two knives, three knives, four knives, five knives, six knives, seven knives, eight knives...
“Ahhhh!!!”
The miserable screams continued to ring in my ears.
The severe pain caused his face to become distorted.
His lower body was hacked to pieces by the fugitive with a sickle.
It was soon chopped into a pulp.
The pupils of his wide-open eyes slowly dilated and then fell silent.
He was tortured to death.
The neighbor uncle was completely frightened.
He really wanted to faint right now, but the fear was so severe that he couldn't even faint.
The neighbor uncle tried desperately to cover his wet crotch, as if the knives were cutting him, and every time the fugitive cut him, the fat on his body would tremble violently.
In the end he was frightened to the point of being a little mad.
He curled up his fat body into a ball and tried hard to crawl under the table.
He became unconscious and started talking nonsense.
"Forgive me, forgive me, it's really not me..."
"It was that woman who seduced me. Why did she go out so late at night? It's all her fault. It's all her fault. If she hadn't gone out, nothing would have happened... It's all her fault..."
"Don't blame me. It's really not me. She seduced me. A woman who comes out in the middle of the night is meant to be fucked..."
"Woo woo, please let me go... My life is worthless, I will give you money, 100,000, 200,000, whatever you want..."
"You can't kill me... I'm not wrong... It was that woman who was guilty... I'm not wrong..."
The fugitive simply pulled him out from under the table.
With one blow, he cut off his vitals and then chopped them into pulp.
The neighbor uncle screamed and rolled violently on the ground, holding his lower body, like a dying fish.
The fugitive did not kill him immediately. Instead, he walked towards the woman in the corner step by step with a sickle in his hand.
There, the neighbor's eldest son's daughter-in-law was sitting in the corner, shivering, holding her child.
"What are you doing? Don't come over here..."
"Murder is against the law. I didn't hurt you. It was all those beasts who did it. It's them. It has nothing to do with me. Please let me and the child go..."
The fugitive finally walked up to her. He said nothing, but swung the sickle silently.
Puff——
Puff——
After a few screams, the whole house finally returned to peace.
Only the TV was still playing the lively Spring Festival Gala.
It was the end of the Spring Festival Gala, and the familiar and unforgettable music of Tonight was playing.
Familiar lines, familiar music.
Even the characters in the picture are very familiar.
The fugitive looked at the screen on TV, paused, and then sat down on a chair in his neighbor's house, next to a warm fire.
There were two or three sweet potatoes roasting on top of the stove, emitting a warm aroma.
The aroma of food always gives people a sense of happiness and satisfaction.
Suddenly he remembered this time last year, when his wife was sitting next to him, listening to the unchanging New Year's song with him.
Unforgettable tonight.
Unforgettable tonight.
No matter the ends of the earth.
…
…
Goodbye tonight.
Goodbye tonight.
No matter new friends or old ones.
See you again next spring.
The mountains are green as long as people are young.
The mountains are still green, and people are still young
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That was their first New Year's Eve as a married couple.
His wife was an orphan and had no relatives since childhood. She said that he gave her a home.
Little did he know that with the arrival of his wife, their home became more like a home.
At that time, my mother was roasting fragrant sweet potatoes by the fire.
The sweet potatoes were cooked, and the mother smiled and handed one to her wife.
His wife took the sweet potato, said it was very hot, and threw it into his arms.
He then peeled the sweet potato and fed it to his wife.
The music of Unforgettable Tonight started playing on TV.
His wife leaned against him with a smile on her face, and the fire made her face very bright.
Just like their future path.
The fugitive was in a trance and picked up a sweet potato that was being roasted on the stove and peeled it.
The warm, sweet scent of the sweet potato wafted in the air, just like the sweet potato he had peeled for his wife.
He took a bite.
Very sweet.
Very bitter.
He finished eating half of the sweet potato in silence, put the other half back on the stove, and then stood up.
He walked up to the neighbor uncle who had fainted from the pain and chopped off his head with a knife.
Warm blood splashed all over his face.
He opened the door and walked out, the cold wind chilling the blood on his body.
He returned to his home, washed himself briefly, and then threw the bloodstained clothes into the stove to burn.
He felt very tired and wanted to lie down on the bed to have a good sleep, but suddenly he saw his mother lying at the door, staring at him.