Chapter 636 An Insult To Feng Xinglang!

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The originally warm and warm morning was completely destroyed by Xiao Shiwu's roar.

And Hetun's mood was even worse. People who are all over 60 years old, actually got into a fight with a little P kid who was only 5 years old.

With a bang, the sumptuous breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.

"Twelve, is the person who made the mummy here?" Hetun asked sternly.

"Here we come. Arrange it in the side hall."

Xing Twelve deserved his indifference, and then added: "But Old Ten said: Feng Xinglang didn't die last night..."

"It's better if you don't die! Use a living body to make it! In front of that woman, cut her apart from Feng Yishan's evil seed bit by bit. I want her to know: the price of betraying me, Xing Mu!"

Hetun was on the verge of madness. Such shame has suppressed him for decades, it is really enough.

His life has become dark and hostile because of a woman who betrayed him. That woman almost ruined his life.

Although Xing Twelve clearly knew that the adoptive father Hetun in this state was obviously sick. But he really didn't dare to go against the intention of his adoptive father, Hetun.

"Good foster father. I'll make arrangements now!" Xing Twelve responded and retreated.

Since Feng Xinglang must die, what difference does it make if he dies one day sooner or one day later. Just using living people to make mummy seems too cruel.

Hetun used to be fierce and hostile, but not cruel and vicious. But in the matter of dealing with Feng Xinglang, he showed an extremely dark side.

Feng Xinglang was almost dying. The blood dried up on Jun's face, but his expression was exceptionally calm in front of his chest.

When Xing Twelve came in, he was holding a gleaming dagger in his hand.

He looked down at Feng Xinglang who was so close to the god of death, but fell silent.

With a clatter, Xing Twelve threw the dagger in front of Feng Xinglang.

"My adoptive father will make you into...mummy. Will you do it yourself, or will I do it?"

Xing Twelve wanted to give Feng Xinglang a good time. After all, it is too cruel to use living people to make mummy.

Inexplicably, Xing Twelve still admires Feng Xinglang. Although he is not as skilled as him, he is a man with high IQ and high EQ.

It's really interesting to play against Feng Xinglang. But at this moment, Feng Xinglang had no choice but to die.

die young? Or is God jealous of talents?

"I'll make a quick move...to make you more comfortable."

Xing Twelve suggested. It's better to give Feng Xinglang a good time than those corpse makers who desecrated his body while he was alive.

"Thanks……"

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse in his throat, he no longer had the strength to speak.

He shook his head vigorously, and smiled: "No need. Let this woman see how her son died with her own eyes... that's fine!"

"..."

Xing Twelve was silent: What does this mean? Feng Xinglang wanted his mother to watch him being turned into a mummy alive?

"Feng Xinglang, you, you don't have to do this."

Xing Twelve still couldn't bear it. It's not that he's not brutal enough, nor is he sympathetic. It's just that Feng Xinglang is Xiao Shiwu's biological father after all, so if it's convenient, why can't he be a good old man like Xing Laoba?

"Xing Twelve, tell my son Lin Nuo...don't avenge me. Just tell him: All this is what his bastard father deserves."

Feng Xinglang's voice was hoarse, but it was as heavy as a mountain.

"I will."

Xing Twelve picked up the dagger from the ground, "You really don't need my help?"

The so-called help: it is to give Feng Xinglang a good time!

Feng Xinglang smiled, but finally shook his head, "It's really unnecessary...I want my mother to watch her own son die! That's her punishment, and it's also my retribution!"

"Well said! Backbone!"

Hetun's robust figure walked forward. The trembling and depression of last night were gone, and Hetun at this moment was full of morbid excitement.

Behind Hetun stood several Egyptians. There were two people carrying a metal box with strong texture, and some strange words and images of ancient Egypt were carved on it. Two others were carrying a kneeling terracotta figurine.

It seems that these things should be prepared for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang ignored the appearance of Hetun, and also ignored the existence of the group of Egyptians. He just stared at the wax figure of his mother quietly.

Then, just laughed.

The smile slowly spread across his handsome face, extending from the thin lips to the corners of the lips; spreading across the blood-stained face.

Afterwards, he was tied to a simple operating table.

After two or three minutes of ceremony, the Egyptians will start to cut open the body cavity and take out Feng Xinglang's internal organs; pour the corpse with hot rosin, and then wrap it with a cloth soaked in rosin...

"Ahe, have you seen it? Your son is about to pay your debts for you! Aren't you sad... Aren't you sad? What a cruel woman!"

Hetun seems to have lost his mind. Talking to himself in front of the wax figure.

The tip of the knife touched Feng Xinglang's abdominal cavity...

"Amu...Amu..."

Suddenly, Hetun nervously heard a woman's cry.

"Ahe, did you speak? Did you speak?"

Hetun leaned forward and put his ear close to the mouth of the wax figure.

"Amu... where are you? Please don't hurt my child...Amu..."

Yes! It was that woman's voice! Because in Hetun's life, only one woman called him 'Amu'!

"Father, what's the matter with you?"

Sensing the strangeness in Hetun, Xing Twelve hurried forward to help Hetun who was behaving strangely.

"Twelve, Ah He has spoken! She's calling me Ah Mu...it's Su He! Only she can only call me Ah Mu!"

Looking at the appearance of foster father Hetun, it seems that he is really about to go crazy.

Listening carefully, Xing Twelve seemed to have heard someone calling his adoptive father, Hetun, 'Amu'.

It's just this voice... so familiar!

"Amu...please...don't hurt my child...Amu..."

Xing Twelve clearly distinguished: That was Lin Xueluo's voice!

What is this woman doing?

"Twelve, did you hear that?" Hetun shook Xing Twelve's shoulder severely.

"Father, I heard...that voice seems to be coming from outside."

Xing Twelve also seemed to be surprised by the strange and frightening appearance of his adoptive father Hetun. It seems that he didn't expect that an 'Amu' would make his adoptive father so mad that he was on the verge of madness.

Before Xing Twelve finished speaking, Hetun had already stumbled out of the sacrificial room.

Have things turned around?

"You guys stop!"

Xing Twelve immediately yelled at the Egyptians, "Sew up his wounds first!"

After saying that, Xing Twelve followed suit.

*****

It was indeed Lin Xueluo who was shouting "Amu" heart-piercingly.

She was stopped outside Peter's Fort by Xing Lao Si and Xing Lao Wu, two gate figures. No matter how much she knelt down and begged, they were indifferent.

Because Hetun said: Without his permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave Peter's Fort without his permission.

In desperation, Xueluo could only do his best, and shouted 'Amu' outside the gate of Peter Fort.

She felt that no words of resignation could be heard by Hetun more than this "Amu".

Only by letting Hetun hear her voice would it be possible for her to enter Fort Peter. So see Hetun!

Xing Lao Si and Xing Lao Wu are quite dedicated to their duties. The adoptive father, Hetun, only said that no one was allowed to enter or leave Fort Petter, but he did not allow anyone to call.

Besides, Lin Xueluo was not an outsider. If they can do it conveniently, as long as they don't violate the order of their adoptive father Hetun, they will also be good people for Xiao Shiwu's face.

Hetun, who rushed out of the sacrificial room, followed the call of 'Amu' all the way.

After seeing the light and the wind, Hetun seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

It is impossible for a woman who has been dead for decades to come back to life;

And a wax figure, it is even more impossible to speak.

At the entrance of Fort Peter, Hetun saw Lin Xueluo. Lin Xueluo was shouting 'Amu'.

In an instant, Hetun's hostility gathered in his body again.

"It's you? Courting death!"

Being teased, Hetun drew a gun from Xing Laowu's body in anger, and slammed it into Lin Xueluo's forehead.

But Lin Xueluo was laughing. Tears came out of laughter.

"Hetun, in fact, this gun should be aimed at your own forehead! Mama Feng loved you wrongly... You don't deserve Mama Feng's love at all!"

"Shut up!"

With a click, Hetun loaded the pistol.

"Is Feng Xinglang dead?" Xueluo was not afraid of the loaded gun in Hetun's hand.

"You are late! He has been made into a mummy by me! I want him to kneel in front of his mother forever and pay his mother's debt!"

"Feng Xinglang is dead? He is dead..."

Xueluo suddenly burst into tears, distraught.

"Hetun, you actually killed your own son? Tiger poison doesn't eat its own son...how can you be so cruel?"

"Lin Xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can tell any kind of lie!"

Hetun snorted coldly.

"Feng Xinglang, in fact, his real name should be Xing Lang. Just like you, his surname is also Xing! Because he is your biological son of Xing Mu!"

Xueluo was already sobbing.

I tried my best, but in the end it was still a step too late.

With a stagger, Xueluo fell headlong to the ground. Her world seemed to come to a screeching halt at once.

"Lin Xueluo, don't you think your reason is ridiculously far-fetched?"

Because Feng Xinglang's name has a homophonic word 'Xing', he lied that Feng Xinglang was Xing Mu's son?

"Your technique is really despicable!" Of course Hetun would not believe it.

Xueluo fell to the ground, sadly, desolately, and murmured softly:

"I hear love...I believe in love!

Love is a pool of blue algae struggling...

Like a gust of majestic wind...

Through my blood-losing meridians...

Faith that has been stationed in the years! "

"See Wulang...Siamu...hahahaha, Mother Feng, you really love the wrong person! This man is not worthy of your love at all, but you have been humiliated and slandered, and you want to give birth to him for him! child……"

Hetun's whole body froze!

"You still don't believe me, do you? It's too simple to verify my lies: use Feng Xinglang's blood to do a paternity test, won't everything be revealed?"

Xueluo got up from the ground and sat up, facing Hetun's rigid face, smiling sadly.

"But I think it's better not to do it! Because it would be an insult to Feng's mother, and even more an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xinglang would rather die than want to have you as a father!"

Xueluo became angry.

There was a violent rush of fire, and with a 'puff', a mouthful of blood spurted out from Hetun's mouth.

After a long time, Hetun finally bit out a word:

"Do!"

(End of the text! Tomorrow will end.)