The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Crushed stone gang, Zhang Fu.

“Who?! Who killed my precious daughter? ”

Looking at the wretched mansion and Zhang Guihong's body cut in half, Zhang Ye Kun became angry and punched his old subordinate's head.

“Piece of shit! Piece of shit! I can't believe you let someone kill my baby in front of me! ”

“Kill this bunch of junk and don't leave any!! ”

Zhang Ye Kun frontal blush burst, greasy face of fat trembling violently, squeezed into fine stitches in the eyes of a terrible killing intent.

“Having been able to spread the wild in my palace and easily kill my baby, these two murderers are certainly not natives of Rubble Gong. ”

“Sinners thrown in by two floating islands in the district dare to be so arrogant! So vicious! ”

“Somebody, give me the order! A review of all new arrivals in the gravel gang over the past month. Arrest him if you find anything suspicious! ”

The outside disciple dressed in open mountain costume, hurriedly bowed should be.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man came forward and complimented him: "Manager Zhang, you put it this way, the disciple remembers something. Fifteen days ago, my nephew and his companions went into the clouds and hunted and resumed their beasts, and all died inside. The wounds on them were also sword wounds, identical to those on the lady. ”

Zhang Ye-kun turned around suddenly: “Chang-ho, are you serious? ”

“It's true! The disciple has been tracking down the murderer of my nephew for some time, and the sword wound disciple will never be wrong! ”

Zhang Yequn bites his teeth and cuts them: “Then take Yunling Mountain with you to find out. Someone who went in and out of Yunling Mountain 15 days ago brought them to me. ”

“Also, you go to the haunted place and secretly issue a reward order, and who can give you news of the two murderers and give them food for January? If anyone can send these two murderers to Kaiyama Sect, give them a year's food! ”

“Kill my daughter and destroy my mansion, I will make you seek your life, not your death! ”

= = =

Muang returned to the haunted field once again.

But she didn't realize that this time she hadn't had time to find the materials she needed to break the line and was being targeted by thieves.

Muyan's personality has always been that he doesn't offend me. If he offends me, he has to teach me a lesser lesson.

She could sit on the floor in front of her and look at her little boy in horror.

The hand of this lesson is indeed somewhat elusive.

The little boy looked like he was only six or seven years old, and the whole person was almost skinny with bones wrapped around his skin.

When caught stealing, he couldn't even say a word of forgiveness, tears flowing silently from his orbit.

His body naturally curled into a bunch, as if waiting for Mu to beat him to death.

Undyed and exhilarating: “Muang, whatever you want to do with this thief, you can cook and fry it! By the way, I also know that a form of torture called combing is using a burning iron comb...”

The small body curled up on the ground trembled violently, finally grabbed Muang's clothes and made a low wailing plea for forgiveness: “Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, sister, I beg you to forgive me! I don't want to either, but my mother is sick, she has been hungry for several days, I... I can't... woo..."

The deliberately depressed cry is such a tear.

However, such desolate condolences are only common in haunted places. People who come and go often do not even look at them.