This place is the secret smuggling tunnel of the Sanxiang Gang.
And this empty place is a material placement place, which can be regarded as a node on the way of this secret smuggling channel.
At this moment, this originally empty place has been decorated into a mourning hall.
The mourning hall is simple and simple, with only a few white candles and a portrait of the deceased.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, glanced at Song Laosan who was walking towards him, and then turned to look at the coffin.
Then he saw clearly written on the spiritual tablet: Song Ayu’s spiritual tablet.
"Do you remember her?"
Standing three meters in front of Lu Ming, Song Laosan stopped and asked, with fire in his eyes and began to burn.
Looking into Lu Ming's eyes, Song Laosan felt confused.
Then he understood.
"Oh, you forgot..."
It can't be said that Lu Ming forgot.
He has indeed merged with the memory of the original owner of the body.
But in these memories, there are too many nonsense things. Some bad and useless memories, Lu Ming selectively blocked them - otherwise, he, a young man with five good qualities in the new century, would have his worldview exploded.
This is much more exciting than any banned film.
Song Laosan walked past Lu Ming, picked up the incense candle on the altar, and lit it.
Along with the faint smoke, Song Laosan put on the incense and spoke softly.
"A year ago, you and your friends fell in love with a woman on the street."
"You were drunk at the time and pestered her."
"She said, Master, my brother is from Tianzitang of the Sanxiang Gang."
"You said, then you should have fun with me."
"She cried and begged you to let him go."
"But you didn't."
"You and your second-generation ancestor friends tortured her for a whole day and night..."
The blocked memories came flooding back.
In the memory, the girl's desperate screams and the tortured bloody body began to become clearer.
Lu Ming's pupils began to shrink and tremble.
The girl's despair and the lawless evil of the second generation ancestors tore through Lu Ming's memory barrier like sharp swords.
The huge sensory stimulation even aroused Lu Ming's physiological reaction.
He couldn't help but "vomited".
Food residue and yellow water splashed out, adding a touch of filth to this simple mourning hall.
An angry voice suddenly came from the side!
"You threw up!? Are you sick!?"
A huge force was lifted from the top of his head. It was Song Laosan who grabbed Lu Ming's hair and pulled Lu Ming's face to the direction of the portrait.
He growled and roared like an enraged beast.
"Is it disgusting? Does her face look disgusting to you?"
"No……"
As soon as Lu Ming said a word, he heard a snap.
Lu Ming's face was slapped with a bear-like slap, causing his mouth and nose to bleed and his teeth to break.
"It's not my sister who's disgusting, it's you!"
"Now, kneel down for me."
"Kneel in front of her!!"
In front of the power of Song Lao Sanjiu, Lu Ming was like a straw, letting others manipulate him.
He was forced by great force to kneel in front of the spiritual throne.
He was forced to hold his head down again and hit the ground with all his strength!
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Blood began to splash, staining the mourning hall red.
Lu Ming felt that his brain was getting confused.
Song Laosan's voice seemed to be coming from the horizon, gradually becoming blurry.
"Is it disgusting!?"
"Are you disgusting, you little bastard!!"
"You are nothing more than a waste. Even if you are a waste, I can still respect you because of your father and your sister!"
"But why...why do you want to fuck my sister!!"
"Just because you were born with a good father!?"
"Just because you have a good sister!?"
"Why why!?"
"boom!"
The huge force made Lu Ming's face bloom and he collapsed to the ground, blood dripping and forming a pool.
On the side, Song Laosan shouted with laughter and tears: "It's okay now, the old gang leader is dead, and your sister has given up on you... Look what the hell you are!? Without your father, Without your sister, you’re just a piece of stinking shit!”
His right leg kicked Lu Ming's abdomen like a whip, causing Lu Ming to spurt out a mouthful of blood and sprinkle it on Ayu's portrait...
Looking at Ayu's face, which was stained red with blood, Song Laosan's eyes suddenly fell into a trance for a moment.
"never mind……"
He spoke in a calm tone.
"You'd better just go die."
…
Great strength surged from his chest again.
Song Laosan tugged on Lu Ming's collar, lifted Lu Ming up, and brought him in front of him.
Lu Ming looked at Song Laosan.
You can see the piercing murderous intent in those cold eyes.
There is only murderous intent.
Revenge between blood relatives can only be avenged with blood.
This is the simplest and most natural logic.
If you kill someone, you have to pay with your life!
Song Laosan also looked at Lu Ming.
At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes were cloudy, as if he had a concussion.
However, from the depth of his eyes, he could see the deeply hidden guilt and strong desire to survive.
Lu Ming wanted to live.
He really didn't want to die.
But Song Laosan wanted Lu Ming to die.
"You must die."
His left hand slowly touched Lu Ming's neck, and his huge palm pinched Lu Ming's thin neck.
Song Laosan started to exert force.
Lu Ming's face turned red visibly.
A sudden, mosquito-like sound came from Lu Ming's mouth.
"sorry……"
Lu Ming said this while looking at Ayu's spiritual tablet with his eyes crooked.
Song Laosan smiled.
"Ah. You should say sorry, but now, what's the use of being sorry?"
He continued to increase his strength and suddenly heard Lu Ming speak again.
"sorry……"
Song Laosan's expression instantly turned ferocious.
"I already said I'm sorry..."
There was a "clang" sound.
If there is a tinkling sound of running water from a clear spring, a cluster of poisonous snakes suddenly show their teeth.
A cold light was faintly glimpsed from the corner of his eye.
The next second, Song Laosan felt a pain in his jaw.
"sorry……"
"sorry!"
"I know what he did was wrong."
"But I'm not him... I'm really... really..."
"Pfft."
The sword light penetrated straight up from the soft flesh of the chin. As Lu Ming exerted force, the sword blade quickly penetrated deeply and slowly broke through Song Laosan's Tianling Cap, revealing the sword tip from his bun.
Blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.
The thick plasma made Lu Ming's hands feel sticky and slippery, but it couldn't stop him from tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, as if holding on to the last straw.
Blood began to fill Song Laosan's eyes.
His cloudy pupils turned red visibly.
The force on his neck relaxed instantly, and only two "pops" were heard.
Lu Ming and Song Laosan, one on the left and one on the right, fell on either side of A Yu's spiritual tablet.
"Forehead……"
"Well……"
Song Laosan was twitching like a fish out of water. He struggled to cover the sword hole in his chin, but he couldn't stop the flow of blood at all, let alone the flow of life.
The faint sound came from not far away again.
"sorry……"
"I just really don't want to die!"
The picture in his eyes gradually darkened.
The afterimage in his eyes was the blood-stained portrait of his sister Ayu.
'I'm not convinced...'
'I'm not convinced! '
'how come……'
A sudden shadow occupies the entire field of vision.
It was Lu Ming, whose face was covered with blood and looked like a crazy demon, who fell from the sky and pressed hard on Song Laosan!
The long sword reflected the cold light in the light. The Spirit Snake Sword was fast and accurate. One sword penetrated Song Laosan's eye socket!
"I don't want to die yet..."
"So, you have to die!!"
Lu Ming, who was holding a sharp sword, had red eyes reflected in his eyes.
He couldn't tell whether it was blood or a ferocious magic light.
