The Real Villain Is To Do Whatever He Wants.

"Wei Dayong is dead. My mother and I have nothing to do with him. What do you want to do?" A middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, holding a five or six-year-old baby tightly, stared at the monk Jiesha with a vigilant look. Wei Dayong usually does evil things and has provoked countless enemies. The middle-aged woman thought that the monk Jiesha was seeking revenge and was worried that he would attack the child. "You don't have to be too nervous. I am not Wei Dayong's enemy. I just have something important to discuss with you." The monk Jiesha always had a signature smile, as if he wanted to give the middle-aged woman in front of him a reassurance. However, that smile not only did not make the middle-aged woman relax her vigilance, but made her more alert. The middle-aged woman looked up and down at the monk Jiesha. The other party looked smiling and even had a feeling of gloating. Obviously, it was impossible for him to be Wei Dayong's friend. In all likelihood, he was still seeking revenge. The middle-aged woman still did not drive the monk Jiesha out, but led him to the side room.

"Master, what are you here for? Just tell me."

The middle-aged woman looked at the monk Jiesha with a puzzled look on her face, not knowing what the monk wanted to do.

"Don't you want to know who killed your husband?"

"His name is Chu Tian, ​​and he is the former captain of the Dragon Group's Death God Special Forces."

Hearing the explosive news revealed by the monk Jiesha, the middle-aged woman trembled physically and mentally, but she quickly calmed down.

"What do you want me to do by telling me this?"

"Nothing, just hope that the donor can seek justice for your husband."

"It's best to make this matter bigger, then you can not only seek justice for your husband, but also receive a pension."

The monk Jiesha did not hide it and told the purpose of his visit.

The middle-aged woman pondered for a while, looked at her son again, and shook her head to refuse.

"My husband is used to stealing and cheating outside. Even if he has been killed, it is his retribution."

I am an orphan and a widow. I have nothing to ask for but to live a good life."

"As for other things, I don't want to get involved anymore."

The middle-aged woman's words were also very clear.

Wei Dayong has done many evil things, so he will die if he dies.

They don't want to get involved, so as not to harm their orphans and widows and suffer with them.

"This donor, do you think the monk is discussing with you?"

"If the monk invites you, you must go."

"If not, don't blame me for being cruel."

The monk Jiesha still looked amiable, but his words revealed a tone that could not be refused.

"You...what do you want to do? There are so many guests outside, do you still want to bully my orphans and widows? "

The middle-aged woman's face changed, and she looked at the crowd outside the house, hoping to scare off the monk who refused to kill.

"Hehe..."

"Don't worry, I am a good man and will never kill innocent people."

"But I can't guarantee that you, an orphan and a widow, won't have any problems."

"Even if you are not afraid of death, you should consider your young son."

Hearing the naked warning from the monk who refused to kill, the middle-aged woman was full of anger.

However, when she thought of her son, she had to swallow the endless anger.

It would be a pity if she died, but it would be a pity if her son was implicated.

"Okay, I promise you." The middle-aged woman sighed and could only agree reluctantly. "Okay, okay, if the donor had agreed earlier, I wouldn't have to waste my breath." The monk Jiesha smiled and took out a pile of red bills. "This 200,000 is for your husband's funeral." "If you can make things bigger, there will be a heavier gift waiting for you." "Enough for you and your son to have food and clothing for the rest of your life." ... Nanshan, where Yuwen Jinglong was buried. A hundred old and young women and children, each holding a hoe, were filled with righteous indignation and shouted that they wanted to dig up the grave and whip the corpse. Hundreds of people gathered around, and even TV reporters had been dispatched. "These people are all wearing sackcloth and smiling, and they are angry. What happened?" "Haven't you heard? They are all family members of the members of the Dark Night Rose. "

"Just a few days ago, Chu Tian killed all the hundreds of people in the Dark Night Rose."

"These people couldn't find Chu Tian, ​​so they had to dig up Chu Tian's master's grave and whip the corpse to vent their anger."

"Not only that, I heard that Chu Tian also killed Deputy Director Wu's family. Even the Wang family's murder case some time ago was done by Chu Tian."

Hearing the narration of the people around, the onlookers couldn't help but take a breath.

In a short period of time, three large-scale murders were committed, killing hundreds of people in succession.

Even the most vicious people would not be as cruel as Chu Tian.

Similarly, when they learned that there was such a murderer who was so vicious and murderous.

Everyone took a breath and felt a chill on their backs.

After all, with such a person around, they couldn't sleep well, fearing that they would be killed by this cunning villain at any time.

"Chu Tian killed our relatives, we must not let him go. "Since this guy is hiding like a turtle, let's take out his anger on his master's corpse." "I heard that his master is buried nearby. We will dig out his master's body and whip the corpse to vent our anger." "If a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. Chu Tian, ​​this vicious criminal, was not on good terms with his master. He found his master's grave and whipped the corpse to vent his anger. ”

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A dilapidated hut.

Chu Tian's eyes were dull, and he lay weakly on the bed.

Murong Ruyin waved her delicate jade hands, and silver needles fell on Chu Tian's various acupuncture points to help him heal.

She used the unique skill of Lingnan School, the Ghost Doctor Thirteen Needles.

Under Murong Ruyin's treatment, Chu Tian, ​​who was originally pale, had a turn of the cheeks, a light red, and even his body recovered some strength.

After a set of acupuncture, Murong Ruyin was tired and panting, sweating.

The traces of sweat soaked Murong Ruyin's thin clothes, revealing her curvy figure.

Chu Tian looked at it, his eyes suddenly full of vitality, drooling.

"Ruyin, your medical skills are too superb, I feel that I am almost healed."

"And your delicate jade hands, a perfect white, rich and beautiful woman, I don't know who will be lucky enough to marry such a good girl like you in the future. "

Despite such praise, Murong Ruyin still had no expression on her face, and said calmly: "Captain, if you have time to talk, you should think about your master."

"Master?"

The mention of these two words made Chu Tian furious.

In order to cover his retreat, his master was beaten to death by Shou Ying Yang.

The hatred of killing a master is irreconcilable.