Just as Mr. Tang and Luo You were almost obsessed with the past, insults from the civilians behind him kept coming.

He is the real murderer! He killed that girl!

Yes! He broke the girl's temple, I saw it with my own eyes!

Grand Duke Patch gave the murderer a cash reward of 1 million! As a reward for killing the girl with his own hands!

Sir, there is a source of injustice and debt! Kill him! Avenge that girl!

Listening to the crowd behind, Old Tang was furious and turned around and pointed at the crowd behind, spitting out: Grass! You thieves! It made you not do anything. Didn’t you take the money from the Grand Duke’s Mansion?

Especially you, I remember you! Old Tang seemed to notice something. He pointed at a terrified man and cursed, "Did you blind your eyes? I saw you blind the girl's eyes with your own eyes!"

After hearing this, the man felt his chest stuffy and couldn't breathe. He tried his best to squeeze back, hid in the deepest part of the 300,000 people, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

However, where can he escape?

Mr. Tang... Just as Mr. Tang was thinking about how to shirk responsibility, Luo You behind him seemed to be a little more awake, and a hoarse voice came.

Old Tang turned his head tremblingly, rubbed his hands constantly, and said in an extremely humble manner: Luo You... You still remember me, it's great... I'm really sorry, I really don't know that the girl has something to do with you, otherwise I would never do it, and you don't know that Old Tang is not a bad person, otherwise how could he help the girl named Ling discover spiritual energy? There are injustices and debts. If you want to blame this, you can only blame Grand Duke Pach! Do you think it's? s1;

Luo You's face was covered in blood, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see those eyes without any impurities and feelings. He let go of his hand and threw the flesh-filled red umbrella to the ground. He squatted down gently in front of Old Tang, looked at his eyes and asked: What's her name in your mouth, "that girl"?

Mr. Tang felt that this was a chance to save his life. He tried desperately to recall the name of the girl who was stoned to death, but found that he had no idea. Patch never told the public, and the public never wanted to ask.

No one knows the name of that girl, nor does it need to know what that girl is called? What childhood? What experience did she have? What to live for? Nothing needs to be known. They only remember one thing: beating to death, having money.

Old Tang said with a look of tears and said in a trembling voice: I don't know...

Luo You gave Mr. Tang the answer: Her name is Zi Su.

At this moment, Old Tang grabbed the clothes in his heart with his hands and pretended to be heartbroken and said: I remember, I will definitely remember!

Luo You slowly took out a hairpin from his arms and held it in front of Mr. Tang, with no emotion in his voice: Say sorry to her.

Tang Lao abandoned his dignity without saying anything, kowtowed directly, kowtowed and said: Sorry, Zi Su, I'm sorry...

Immediately afterwards, Luo You put the card back in his arms, looked down at Old Tang and asked: How much did Patch give you?

The desire to survive told Mr. Tang that he could not lie at this time. He panickedly took out the cash from the space bag that was issued not long ago. He submitted it to Luo You and said humbly: 1 million...all of them are yours! This is my apology! By the way, you can take whatever you like in my store, whether it is C or B, take it casually! It belongs to you! As long as you can forgive me.

Luo You still looked at Old Tang's eyes and said in an extremely calm, terrifying voice: Do you like money?

Mr. Tang subconsciously told himself that he could not lie, and he must not lie! He swallowed his throat and nodded and said: I like it.

OK. Luo You opened the sack, took out a stack of cash from it, and handed it to Mr. Tang. He still had the ultimate calm tone, eat it.

Old Tang was stunned and opened his terrified eyes: Luo You?

Luoyou is still the same word: Eat.

Old Tang stared blankly at the stack of banknotes, which were all newly printed and very neat, but there was no idea how many bacteria were stained on it, plus the industrial raw materials used for banknote processing, etc., which made people feel sick when they thought about it.

However, the fierce desire to survive made Mr. Tang cruelly take the banknotes, put them in his mouth with a ferocious face. At this moment, he was still glad that the porcelain teeth he made last year were effective and could still chew things.

After eating a stack of banknotes with difficulty, Old Tang's mouth was covered with debris of banknotes, and his throat was swallowed constantly by the banknotes. His hair was dry and swollen, like a fire burning, but he still squeezed out a reluctant smile and said: Eat... it's over.

Luo You handed over the second stack of banknotes and said: Eat again.

At this moment, the smile on Old Tang's face disappeared, as if he realized what was about to happen, and said blankly: Luo... Luoyou?

Eat again.

Old Tang's expression changed from dullness to confused, from confusion to hideousness. After snatching the banknote, he started to bite the banknotes. This time, his movements were obviously much slower. Sometimes he had to swallow seven or eight times to swallow it from his dry throat, and even choked several times.

After trying hard to finish the second stack, before Mr. Tang had time to take a breath, Luo You handed over the third stack again: Eat again.

Old Tang looked at the bulging sacks in fear, including the banknotes handed over by Luo You, and there were 98 stacks. How could it be if this continues? He began to kowtow on the ground crying and said regretfully: Luo You... Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me...

Chu Fan, feed him.

Huh!~The fire was burned, and 300,000 civilians were instantly engulfed by the flames. Their bodies were covered with burning gasoline, and their skin and muscles were drying up rapidly in the flames, and they could only make tearing sounds in their throats. They rushed towards others desperately, but they were desperately found that others were burned by the fire like them.

Child! Save my child! He doesn't move anymore!

Ah!! Husband!! I don’t want to die!! Save me! s1;

When the last stack of banknotes was stuffed into Old Tang's mouth, he had already turned into a corpse, his bulging belly was full of banknotes, and even his mouth was stuffed with banknotes that could not be filled. He died with the money.

Mom...Where are you...Mom...

Is Mr. Tang and Luo You a good relationship? It’s not good, but it’s definitely not bad. At least until today, they are both business partners. This relationship is already good for people like Luo You, but Mr. Tang still has not escaped the evil move. So what about the remaining civilians who have nothing to do with Luo You, those who participate in the murder of Zisu themselves, or their relatives and friends participate in the murder of Zisu?

Chu Fan had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. He called two strong soldiers from the death row camp to capture the tears of Old Tang, one left and one right, grabbed the banknotes on the ground, opened his mouth and stuffed them directly into his throat, and did not give Old Tang any chance to spit it out at all. He stuffed it directly into his throat. After stuffing it, he pressed his mouth to force him to swallow it. If he couldn't swallow it, he would get water to moisten his throat, and then continue to stuff it.

The answer is conceivable.

Good luck!...

Since then, all 1.17 million soldiers and civilians in Fuxiao City were buried in the massacre, and Fuxiao City has become a dead city in the wilderness and has been removed from history.

As he was stuffed, Mr. Tang's chin was dislocated by Chu Fan. The sides of his mouth were torn because of his wide open chin. The cracks spread to his cheeks, his face was covered with a mixture of blood and saliva. He begged for mercy in a vague way: Ah!!! Bless me...

The death row camp drew a cordon around the civilian gathering area. If you dare to take a step, you will be killed on the spot. Then, you will find a fire truck that usually put out fires from the captured city. You will take off gasoline from the destroyed armored troops and the military vehicles you drive there, replace the water in the fire truck, and spray the foul smell liquid at the gathering place of 300,000 civilians.

Water! Give me water quickly! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Rao...

Accompanied by various cries, the fire spread and swallowed everything. It burned for 6 hours, burning all the artificial mountains of the Dagong Mansion and the 300,000 civilians trapped here.

Give me...

After Old Tang died, a cruel question was placed in front of 300,000 residents at dawn.

I don’t know how long it took, but with the dull sound of rupture, Old Tang’s swollen and tense belly appeared dense bruises, and his stomach was already bursting with the paper money stuffed into it.

Finally, the one who greeted these desperate civilians was a small match, which was flying and hovering in the air. The faint flame reflected in each civilian's horrified eyes. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment. They just watched the match fall and land on the ground filled with gasoline.

Grandpa, wuwuwu... Grandpa, wake up...

After stuffing more than 30 stacks of banknotes, Mr. Tang's stomach was bulging abnormally like a balloon. His whole body was tortured so that his eyes were rolled up and his nose was snot flowing. However, Chu Fan did not stop and continued to stuff money to him. When his mouth was stuffed, he reached out and pushed it into his throat. If he couldn't reach his hand, he grabbed a wooden stick and directly stabbed the banknote into his stomach through his throat.

For this black market businessman, I wonder if this is the way to die in his dream of death?
Chapter completed!