Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

"Oh... my eyes, my eyes..."

Old man Zhang had one of his eyes gouged out by a ghost hand. He covered the injured eye in pain and blood flowed down his hand.

The scene was in chaos, with people screaming from time to time and someone getting into trouble every once in a while.

This is a real hell on earth, where everyone is suffering in fear and pain.

Some people simply collapsed on the ground and cried, feeling desperate and powerless, silently waiting for death to come.

However, the knocking on the door continued, and the eerie candlelight continued to flicker.

Zhang Fubao saw that something was not right and took the opportunity when no one noticed him to hide in the Lingquan space alone.

When Xie Lang saw this, his cold eyes did not change at all.

"You little bitch, you're such an ungrateful person. I've raised you for more than ten years, don't you know how to be grateful? If it were any other family, you would have been drowned at birth. Now you actually bit off your eldest brother's finger, do you know that this is ruining his future? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?" Aunt Zhang's eyes were bloodshot and she was screaming at the air. She was on the verge of collapse.

The reason why she had the courage to curse at a fierce ghost was because her eldest son, Zhang Qiuniang's eldest brother Zhang Dagui, had ten fingers bitten off by a ghost at some point.

Zhang Dagui is now screaming loudly, and Aunt Zhang feels like the sky is falling when she sees this.

Zhang Dagui is a scholar and is going to take the imperial examination in the future. Without his fingers, he cannot take the examination, which means he becomes a useless person.

How could she accept that the son she had raised with great difficulty had become a disabled person?

Just as Aunt Zhang finished saying this, the knocking on the door stopped, the candlelight returned to normal, and all the abnormalities disappeared.

If it weren't for the blood smeared everywhere, the strong smell of blood in the air, and the extreme pain in the injured area, they would have really thought that the scene just now was just an illusion.

At this moment, under the light of the candle, a red figure slowly emerged on the side near the door.

"Little bitch... Zhang... Zhang Qiuniang."

One of them covered his half-bitten arm and looked at Xie Lang who appeared out of nowhere in horror.

The entire atmosphere suddenly became solemn again, and almost everyone looked at Xie Lang with eyes full of fear and terror.

But... there are exceptions.

"Little bitch, you are the one behind this, right? Damn little bitch, you even took Dagui's finger. Do you know that if Dagui loses his finger, it means he will die!!!"

Aunt Zhang's eyes were filled with resentment, her entire face was twisted with anger, her ten fingers were bent, and she attacked Xie Lang.

Seeing Aunt Zhang rushing over, Xie Lang still maintained his eerie smile, but the air around them suddenly became cold, which frightened everyone.

"Impossible."

As the cold words reached everyone's ears, Aunt Zhang stopped rushing towards Xie Lang.

Her two calves were cut open at some point, and her whole body fell directly to the ground with a sound.

Blood gushed out from the broken wound, and soon a large amount of blood accumulated where she was.

The intense pain made her let out a miserable howl, and the look she gave Xie Lang was no longer filled with resentment, but deep fear.

Xie Lang walked slowly to Aunt Zhang and looked down at her. His red eyes were like a bottomless pool of stagnant water. He spoke lazily, "Mother, are you awake?"

The tone was nonchalant, yet it carried a hint of coldness that made people shudder.

"Qiu...Qiu Niang...She is your mother. No matter how much hatred you have, you shouldn't attack your mother..." Zhang Side saw the miserable state of Aunt Zhang Er and showed an expression of pity on his face. "After all, she is the mother who raised you for more than ten years!"

"When did I ask you a question?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Side's body began to fly backwards, hitting several obstacles. He stopped only after hitting the wall behind him and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"When your son and Zhang Ergui and others peed in my bowl and smashed my head with stones, why didn't you come out to speak up for me?" Zhang Qiuliang looked at Zhang Side coldly. Seeing that Zhang Side was speechless, Xie Lang continued, "You said it was just a child's joke."

"In the dead of winter, your son poured a basin of ice water on me, causing me to have a high fever and pass out, unable to work. Yet you accused me of being lazy and asked my so-called parents to hang me up and beat me up."

"This revenge has not yet been avenged."

As he spoke, hundreds of black iron nails appeared on Xie Lang's back. The nails were about three inches long and shot straight towards Zhang Side, nailing him to the wall.

There was a deafening scream, and everyone was terrified. Some people's legs became weak and they could not stand and collapsed to the ground. Those who were sitting in their seats were also fidgeting.

Gradually, his screams stopped, his head tilted, and he was dead.

Then Xie Lang turned his gaze towards Zhang Erde, who had his head turned upside down. Zhang Erde swallowed his saliva when he saw Xie Lang looking at him, and said, "Do you really want to be so ruthless? I am your biological father."

"No matter what, I have raised you. Besides, I didn't kill you. It was Zhao Dagang who put you in the pig cage."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xie Lang laughed out loud, his red eyes revealing a bit of cruelty and madness, which made people's scalps numb: "Who was the first to do it? You had already done it when you sold me to Zhao Dagang."

“As for the grace of raising me…” Xie Lang’s red eyes looked at Zhang Erde calmly. A terrifying feeling of oppression came over Zhang Erde, causing him to fall to the ground, looking in a miserable state.

Suddenly Xie Lang continued: "Do you think you are worthy?"

The grace of raising a child should also be appreciated.

But Zhang Erde had no favor towards Zhang Qiuniang, only hatred, a hatred of life and death.

"Zhao Dagang is already dead. I peeled off his skin, cut open his stomach, dug out his eyes and other organs, and finally smashed them into pulp." Xie Lang sneered, walked to Zhang Erde, leaned down close to his ear, and said something extremely cruel in the calmest tone: "My father, do you want to try it too?"

"No...no...you can't do this..."

Zhang Erde seemed to have thought of a bad scene. The death of Zhao Tianquan this morning was shocking, and he felt scared just thinking about it.

The miserable state of Zhao Dagang, who was smashed into a pulp, must have been even more cruel.

Thinking of this, Zhang Erde's face turned pale and his body trembled violently. He looked at Xie Lang with fear in his eyes. She was simply a devil.

Judging from the way Xie Lang looked at him, he was sure that Xie Lang was really capable of doing such a thing.

Now she has become a ghost and has lost even a trace of humanity.

"Why not? This is such a fun thing!" Xie Lang looked at Zhang Erde with a smile. His smile was very bright, yet also very strange.

"Just like this."

Xie Lang casually made a person float in the air. This person was Zhang Dagui. His skin was slowly peeled off and blood was dripping from the air to the ground. The whole scene was extremely bloody.

"Ahhhh..." Zhang Dagui's screams shocked the nerves of everyone present. They felt a chill and Zhang Erde was also frightened and trembled.

That's his son, his son!