He hasn't had a good day since childhood.

His mother beat him like a wild dog. There was no reason, no reason. First, he kicked his fists and kicked them, and then there were sticks and rattans. I don’t know how many pieces of the rattan as thick as a thumb broke, I don’t know how many scars there were on his body, and I don’t know how many times he woke up from a pool of blood.

When his mother hit him, she kicked him in the crotch, making him twitch and faint. When she woke up, she pinched his neck until he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. She cursed and let him go when he was about to die. When he calmed down, she continued to pinch him.

He would not beg for mercy - he has never beg for mercy since he knew that begging for mercy under his mother's rattan, under his fists and feet, and begging for mercy has no effect.

He wouldn't cry, either. He never cried again since he knew that crying would only stimulate his mother to beat him hard.

He could only endure it, gritted his teeth and endured it until he could no longer bear it, and he fainted.

He would never forget that it was a thunderstorm day. The rumbling thunder almost overturned the roof. The strong wind and heavy rain made the windows slam the windows and bumped back and forth. For some reason, his mother tied him up with a rope. She took off his pants, took a pair of scissors and reached it under his crotch. Then there was a heart-wrenching pain that made him faint.

The moment he fainted, in its eternal memory, he was his mother's twisted face under the lightning, and the huge breasts on his chest that were almost torn out of his clothes.

After he woke up, his crotch was covered with layers of gauze, and everything in the world changed.

Boys of the same age have turned into duck voices, but his voice is still so sharp. When he and other boys gathered together and opened their excited eyes and secretly looked at the erotic paintings, he saw that they were so excited, but he did not react at all.

He didn't know why the naked women in the book could arouse these boys so excited, but they were not attractive to him at all.

One summer day shortly after his injury healed, they were swimming by the river, competing on the river beach to see who had the longest gain, but he refused to take off his pants.

When the boys forced his pants to pull them off, everyone laughed loudly because under his crotch, the man's pride was gone. He had not one of the two small balls falling from the other little boy's cock! All that was left was just a small eye.

Amid everyone's clamor, he finally understood why his throat did not become thicker and why he had no reaction when reading the erotic paintings. All of this was because, in that thunderstorm, his mother had deprived him of the right to be a real man.

The children tied him with one hand with a belt and hung him on a big tree next to the village road, took off his clothes, and then laughed and smashed him with lumps of soil and spit at him.

He did not cry or beg for mercy, just like he was under his mother's rainy rattan.

It was a tyrant who drove away the children and saved him. This nun felt sorry for him and had suffered all the humiliation from others. She taught him a month of kung fu - this kung fu is called the hand of splitting the muscles and plagiarizing the bones.

In his heart, this Taoist nun is the best person in the world to treat him and the only person who treats him well. Others only think that he is a monster, a deformed person, and a beast that everyone can kick and beat insults.

Unfortunately, a month later, the Taoist nun left and never saw her again.

However, no one dared to bully him since then because he broke the hands and arms of all the people who bullied him, including his fucking one.

That summer, he was sent to the palace and treated as a little eunuch. That summer, his mother died and no one knew the reason.

In the palace, the suffering he suffered since childhood helped him to endure all the humiliation. The observance he learned from childhood also allowed him to quickly gain the favor of his master and gradually became a person who could also determine the fate of others.

However, I don’t know when, and every time the lightning is scattered, he will start to go crazy.

I don’t know how many years have passed, walking wildly, falling things, and fighting can’t calm his crazy mind. He needs greater stimulation to calm his heart.

So, a palace maid in her twenties who admired his power and tried to "eat" him "with him" became his first victim.

It was also a night of thunder and rain. After the palace maid came to his residence quietly, he used the broken bone hand to remove the palace maid's chin so that she could not breathe, twisted her hands and feet, making her unable to escape. She could only stare at him with her terrified eyes and endured his torture helplessly.

He kept kicking her, kicking her breasts, kicking her vagina, and repeatedly pinching her neck to death. Her breasts were slowly cut off, and it was all night that it finally died at dawn.

He was excited to find that bloody blood could calm him, and the look of a woman's terrified look and slowly losing the glory of her life can make him feel at peace.

He panicked and cut the body into several pieces, put it in his pocket, secretly took it out of the palace, and threw it into a secluded ditch. Before that, he pulled out the small shot and placed it in a small jewelry box.

The disappearance of the palace maid, G., did not cause much trouble, and no one suspected him or dared to doubt him. The bones were not found either. Maybe they were washed away by the surge in the river, maybe they were buried by the mud and sand, maybe they were taken away by the wild dog, or maybe they were eaten by the wild beast. Anyway, that incident did not cause him any trouble.

Of course, he felt very sorry that the first time killing was so imperfect, but he could forgive himself, after all, that was the first time killing.

That murder made him spend more than a year peacefully, and the thunderstorm would not make him manic, because he only needed to open the jewelry box and take a look at his trophy to calm his manic heart.

However, the stimulation brought by the first murder finally faded away like the bright painted color, and he began to become more and more irritable again, and the jewelry box could not calm him down.

So he started killing people, killing women, and killing mature women again - during the thunderstorm.

He is not choosing a woman in the palace, as it is too easy to be exposed.

His identity at that time had already allowed him to go freely in and out of the palace. He liked to kill people in thunderstorms, and the second woman died in his hands so miserably.

This time, it was in the wilderness, in the wilderness where no one was, and I heard the woman screaming and begging for mercy, but it was useless, just like begging for mercy under his mother's rattan.

He likes the stimulation of the heavy rain like lightning. He likes to push women to struggle with his fists and feet, kicking her hard, especially his vagina, kicking hard, and then squeezing her neck and cutting her breasts.

He had long liked to watch his blade slowly cut into a woman's breasts, slowly, cut it, stop to appreciate it for a while, and then cut it. The rainy road walked away from the wound with eyes, revealing pale fat, like the twisted and pale face left in the depths of his memory in the rainy summer.

The woman's hands and feet were twisted and could not struggle, so she could only stare at him with her terrified eyes, screaming shrillly throughout the wilderness.

He pinched her neck, made her roll her eyes and then opened it immediately. When she recovered, she continued to pinch it until she slowly died. After being tortured by him for a whole day, when the heavy rain fell, the woman died with her eyes that had lost the luster of life.

The strong stimulation was so exciting that he didn't know if it was a sexual impulse, but he felt extremely excited, an excitement after revenge.

This time, he planned very well, and he found that he was good at killing people and women.

He pulled out a photo of the woman and put it in a jewelry box, then cut the woman's limbs, hung it on the tree, placed his head on the tree branch, and straightened it. He stared at the front, which greatly satisfied him. Then he left with satisfaction while throwing the cut limbs around.

This later became the team's habit of killing people. He never remembered killing a few women. However, every time he killed a woman, he would have an extra collection. Appreciating these collections became the main part of his leisure life.

He had been staring at Wang Dianshi's concubine Zhao Qinglan for a long time, and it took him a lot of effort to kill this woman. Zhao Qinglan was very beautiful, coquettish and violent. He believed that subduing her would make him feel very satisfied.

However, Zhao Qinglan and Wang Dianshi's mysterious disappearance made him very distressed. After careful search, they finally found clues of them. They were waiting for her halfway, subdued her with the broken bone hand, and slowly tortured her to death.

This success made him calm down for several months.

Until today.

The thunderstorms in summer are very frequent, and the spoils can no longer calm him down. He is like a wild beast out of the cage, looking for the target of hunting.

So he discovered Judge Zhao's wife Tian, ​​with a follower and a little maid.

On their way back, he attacked them from behind, knocking down the maid and follower on the back of his neck, took off Tian's chin, twisted her hands and feet, clamped her over several mountains and ridges, and came to an uninhabited place.

At this time, thunder roared and heavy rain was magnificent.

He deliberately brought Tian's jaw back to his position, heard her screaming and begging her, and kicked her slowly with his feet, and finally, he tortured her to death.

This time, he specially brought the body back to the small path where he kidnapped Tian's family and dismembered the body. He hung the naked body on a big tree by the roadside, placed the top of his head among Quanya, and threw the cut breasts and broken limbs on the road and among the grass.
Chapter completed!