sbdcsierra Chapter 216
Chapter 216
> Is Ma Liu damned?
For the sake of the old woman, he killed fifty-three innocent lives, including children.
It’s just about killing, and Ma Liu even eats people.
This kind of heinous person, without crushing thousands of corpses, picking up skins and cramps, and cutting a thousand cuts is not enough for the common people to be angry.
But is Ma Huang deserving to die?
In her forties, other women were already grandmothers, but the woman was alone, and she struggled to pull her son up.
During this period, it is difficult for outsiders to feel the hardships and hardships that outsiders do not experience firsthand.
According to the Korean Law, the old lady is not guilty.
But Han Xiangbone had to be killed.
When a child is born at an advanced age, the root of the disease is already lost.
The old and old body bones are even worse.
Even his eyes are blind, and the back of his ears is very serious.
It can be imagined that if it were not for the teenager’s feces and urine in the past two years, and the careful care of three meals a day, the old woman would have been starved to death.
After a few years, Han Xiangbone will go out of the mountain.
The teenager is gone, who will take care of the old lady?
Bring the old woman with you?
Over the mountains, the wind and food sleep, the young and strong can’t stand it, let alone the old man who steps into the coffin with half a foot.
Counting on your neighbors? Absurd!
Spend a lot of money to hire a personal maid for the elderly?
Without relatives around to supervise the deterrence, who dares to guarantee whether the maid will abuse the elderly.
The most important point is that the old man’s health is getting worse and worse.
Completely relying on those precious medicinal herbs to continue life.
The best solution that Han Xiangbone could think of was to send the old man on the road with his own hands.
The teenager thought about poisoning, but the poison that the town could buy was nothing more than arsenic, and it was extremely painful to die after swallowing.
Kill with sweat medicine, burn charcoal to kill, kill with a long sword through the heart…
The boy finally chose to cut his head with a sword.
The head is gone, so I shouldn’t feel the slightest pain~
“People like me will definitely die miserably.”
In the sixteenth year of Voling, the moonlight of Chinese New Year’s Eve night spilled into the house through the wide open door and through the paper paste window.
The moonlight like frost and snow reflects a young man in a black power suit.
It’s like a pitch-black rock exposed in the snow.
Put the sword into the sheath.
The young man clasped his hands together and bowed reverently.
I don’t know if I am worshipping the emperor Tianhoutu, or the ancestors of the Ma family, or the headless corpse of the old man.
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Make a fire and boil water.
Han Xiang’s bones are like filial piety, washing the old man’s lead.
Then put the old woman’s head on the table, and the young man brought a wooden comb.
After combing his silver hair, the young man put a bun on his hair and took the old man’s wooden hairpin and inserted it.
Immediately, needles and threads were found.
With the help of candle fire and moonlight, the young man began to sew up the old man’s body.
Willow head on the moon.
The young man pushed open the door of the Ma family’s miscellaneous room.
Inside the house lay a dark coffin.
The black coffin boy bought it a year ago.
Crunching.
The young man pushed open a slit in the lid of the coffin and took out the life clothes and shoes in the coffin.
Two quarters of an hour later.
The young man carried the old woman’s body out of the main house, entered the utility room, and gently put it in the coffin.
Immediately closed the lid of the coffin, and took the hammer and seven coffin nails about a foot long.
Knock knock.
The coffin nails were nailed one after another.
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The wind blows so that the candle flame flickers.
So much so that the huge shadow of the teenager hitting the wall was also like a crazy demon.
Stretching out his slender palm, Han Xiangbone felt out “Stop Killing” and charcoal from his sleeve.
Turning to the tenth page, the young man wrote the word ‘good’.
The last person has been killed.
When stop killing.
The boy no longer hesitated and placed the blue book on the candlelight.
With a bang, the fire burst.
“Stop Killing”, which carried nearly a thousand lives, was quickly burned to ashes.
The young man then touched out the “Korean Law” and directly turned to the last page to write.
[Taiping.
Stop killing.
Compliance with the law.
See all beings, be all beings, and be for all beings. Taiping
is a dream.
To stop killing and obey the law is to keep one’s own life.
Seeing sentient beings, being sentient beings, and being for all sentient beings are steps.
When Han Xianggu was in Northern Qi, he had read 100,000 books.
After the Han family was slaughtered, the young man walked a million miles step by step, wading through mountains and rivers, wearing stars and moons.
Seeing the first step of all beings, the young man has done it.
Next, the second step, being a being.
That is, to become the people of the lower class.
Only by being a common person can we feel, experience, and understand the suffering of the people.
Those civil and military officials in the temple, including the king who was high, Mo Yan was a living being, and even disdained to look down at the world.
From this, absurd and ridiculous statements such as “why not eat minced meat”, “who has hundreds of thousands of deposits” and “why not rent out the house since life is difficult”.
Slip the Korean Law and charcoal back into your sleeves.
Han Xiangbone walked out of the main house, came to the utility room, and carried the black coffin out of the Ma family’s small courtyard.
Outside the small courtyard, an ox cart has long been prepared.
After placing the coffin on the ox cart, Han Xianggu entered the yard again.
The candle flame in the main house was blown out.
Locked the door of the house and the door of the courtyard.
The boy leads the old scalper.
In the crunch of the car rolling over the snow, a person, an ox, and a coffin slowly faded into the darkness.
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Three miles outside Qingping Town, among the snow forests, is the ancestral tomb of the Ma family.
The teenager had already dug the burial pit, so it didn’t take much time to bury the coffin.
Moonlight splashes snow.
The grave is slightly uplifted.
Han Xiangbone leaned over and grabbed a handful of loess and rubbed it gently.
“You are old and rest in peace.”
“I will leave here to pursue my dreams, and I will die.”
“I don’t want to die on the way, I want to die at the end.”
“As for whether the end point is Dao Mountain or the Sea of Fire, it doesn’t matter whether the method of death is cooked by Jia Ding or executed by Ling Chi.”
“Where you die, where you rot, as long as it’s the end.”
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The boy who walked out of the snow forest walked on the stone covered bridge over the Taiping River.
Looking at the silver sparkling river under the moonlight, the young man looked calm, and untied the long sword hanging from his waist.
The sword name Senkaku.
It was a gift given to the boy by the young grandfather on his seventh birthday, and it was from the hands of Ou Yezi, a famous sword forger in Northern Qi.
Suddenly, the young man remembered what the Taoist priest had said the day before, on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month.
The flower-like Wei capital fell into a sea of burning fire.
Black plumes of smoke billowed like the end of the world.
Bloody corpses piled up.
Bathe in blood and slaughter officials.
Hands up and swords fall, beheading kings.
“Can I really become such a troll?”
The arm holding the thousand lights stretched out the covered bridge.
“No, since the seventeenth year of Fu Ling, no one will die at my hands again!”
The boy resolutely let go.
A thousand lights seem to fall from the covered bridge with a touch of snow.
Silently piercing into the Taiping River.
Ripple in circles.
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When he returned to Wuyi Lane, the young man saw two red lanterns lit on the door of the courtyard of the Chen family’s small courtyard from a distance.
Walking into the courtyard, the main house was also lit with candles, but unfortunately there was no one, and it looked cold and deserted.
The boy untied the red rope from his wrist.
Strung up the nine copper plates in his palm.
Listening to the laughter of the neighbors, the young man slowly sat down holding the door frame of the courtyard.
The moonlight was cold, sprinkled on the body, and the boy’s heart was peaceful.
“Hey, Xiaohan.”
The young man’s body trembled slightly, and he slowly turned his head.
But I saw that on the roof of the Chen family’s main house, there were Zhu Jiuyin, Xueniang, and a small whirlwind.
“It’s almost early in the morning, don’t sneak up to watch the fireworks!”
The boy smiled, “Come on! ”
The fireworks of the sixteen years Chinese New Year’s Eve night of Fuling were extremely gorgeous.
A small whirlwind rushed into the sky and the stars rained and cheered.
Xueniang’s eyes did not blink.
Zhu Jiuyin was also fascinated.
He glanced at the bright yellow lucky bag that Master tied around his waist.
The boy smiled slightly.
Peace of mind.
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ps: I made about forty book titles, waiting for the editor to choose and do a cover book test. If the title of the book is chosen, the manuscript fee will be 500 yuan in red envelopes next month to show respect.
In addition, the plot of the town has also been written, and the next thing is the travel plot, and you have to put out the details and chapters.
On the opening day of Ming’er 91 school, Taoists went to bed early and got up early.