In the center of the large open space in the center of the town, the second son of the Chen family, who was famous, was tied naked to a thick wooden frame. Beside him was the young man of the Qin family wearing only underwear. Such a strange scene shocked everyone in the town, but no one dared to go out. He could only look through the cracks of the door and windows, looking at the tall man full of fierce murderous intent from afar, biting his fingers and terrifying.

Luo Dacheng stood in the cold morning breeze, waiting patiently, gradually becoming a little anxious, pondering secretly, guessing when those guys would come.

He had asked Qin Chi to leave his handwriting on the wall and captured them here, waiting for the Yin master and disciple to come so that he could kill all the enemies in one fell swoop and hate his injured and paralyzed wife.

But when it was dawn and the enemy had not yet arrived, Luo Dacheng gradually became impatient. He stood up, picked up a torch to ignite it, walked to the front of the restaurant, reached out and lit the restaurant, so as to soar into the sky to guide the enemy who was seeking revenge.

When the fire broke out, the Qin family's large group of troops finally came here!

Qin Chi was arrested by him earlier. After the Qin family discovered it, there was a lot of chaos. They searched for the house for a while, and then searched outside. Seeing a fire lit in front of them, they immediately rushed here to see if the young master of his family was here.

The restaurant that caused all the troubles gradually burned, and the fire reached the roof, reflecting the sky in the early morning slightly red.

When the raging flames engulfed the entire restaurant, countless servants ran over in a mess on the street ahead. Some people were holding swords, guns and sticks in their hands. When they saw the scene from afar, they were so shocked that they screamed and rushed over.

Luo Dacheng was patiently waiting for the Yin family master and apprentice, but waited for these servants to come. He didn't want to get involved with them anymore. He kicked Qin Chi over, stepped on him, frowned and shouted: "Stop it all!"

Seeing the steel knife in his hand pressing against Qin Chi's throat, all the servants were frightened and looked at this side blankly, not daring to move.

Qin Chi, who was both injured, lay on the ground, trembling and crying, with great fear in his heart. He cried to the servants: "Come on, help me!"

When the tip of the knife was pushed into his neck halfway and blood oozed out of the tip of the tip, he was so scared that he immediately changed his words: "No, don't come over! Hurry up, call my father to come, save me, save me!"

On the long street, near the Qin family, there were servants in green clothes and hats everywhere, looking at each other, fearing and panic, and at a loss.

A burst of noise came from behind them, and the servants flashed to both sides, giving way, and lifted a sedan chair from behind, lifting the curtain, and sitting inside a white-haired and white-bearded old man, dressed in luxurious clothes, thin face, and looked anxious.

Seeing Luo Dacheng stepping on Qin Chi from afar, his face lost blood. He hurriedly called out: "Stop the sedan!"

The servant who carried the sedan chair stopped the sedan chair. The old man named Qin on the sedan chair rushed out of the sedan chair and bowed and shouted, "Heroic man! Don't do anything, let me say a word!"

Luo Dacheng raised his head, looked at the old man impatiently, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean, say it!"

Seeing that he did not kill someone, the old man surnamed Qin calmed down slightly and smiled hard and said, "The hero is here, I don't know how the dog offended the hero. Please explain it clearly!"

Luo Dacheng smiled coldly and disdained to pay attention to him. The incident the day before yesterday caused a lot of controversy. How could this old man surnamed Qin not know? He was just pretending to be confused and delaying time.

Before he finished speaking, Luo Dacheng grabbed Qin Chi with his left hand, raised him high, threw him hard, and threw him towards him!

Luo Dacheng's face was full of hatred, and he opened his mouth and roared angrily. His strong right arm swung his knife in the air in an instant, and the sword light was like lightning, heading straight for Qin Chi's chest and abdomen!

In an instant, blood flashed. Qin Yuanwai watched as the sharp sword swept through Qin Chi's chest and abdomen in a daze. A violent dizziness came. In a trance, something in the sky flew into the air, and with a bang, it fell heavily and fell more than ten steps in front of him, splashing a large piece of dust.

This one flew into the sky was nothing else, it was Qin Chi, the only son he regarded as a treasure and spoiled for many years!

On the long street, flames were flying. The tall restaurants had been engulfed by the fire. The blazing flames reflected the long street in the morning, reflecting the flames of every panicked face.

Under the blazing flames, a body crawled hard on the street, its face covered with blood, pain, fear, regret and despair appeared on the swollen face.

The young Qin Chi was covered in blood. Only half of the palm on his left was tied to his wrist with cloth strips, and he bandaged it randomly to stop the bleeding. The right calf was also deformed. Judging from the twisted shape of the foot dragging obliquely to the ground, the calf was obviously broken.

A huge crack appeared between the chest and abdomen, but was raised high by Luo Dacheng. He cut his body with one knife and instantly cut a huge wound. This knife had damaged the lungs, intestines, stomach, and broken intestines flowed out of the cracks and dragged them to the ground, stained with dust and sand, and dragged them little by little along the long street as he crawled.

Qin Yuanwai widened his eyes and watched his son crawling towards him in pain on the long street in fear and confusion. His body swayed and almost fainted.

Like a nightmare, no one in the housekeepers dared to speak, and could only stare at this bloody and terrifying scene and appear in front of them.

The severe pain, fear and despair made Qin Chi struggle on the brink of coma and collapse. He could only crawl forward helplessly in despair, crawling desperately towards the servants holding swords and guns, and their fathers surrounded by them, hoping to get their protection.

The broken intestines dragged on the ground and made a slight rustling sound. In the heart-wrenching pain, Qin Chi's face turned pale due to the loss of color. In a trance, he gradually realized that the injuries he suffered were fatal injuries. Even if Hua Tuo was reborn and Bian Que was resurrected, he could not take care of his heartbreak and save his life.

Between life and death, the things I experienced in this life pass by vividly before my eyes. The delicious food and beauties I have enjoyed and the common merchants who were tortured by him all appeared in front of me, making him in pain and despair, and he was vaguely thinking, would it be worth it if he suffered such pain for these things?

His eyes were dark, and he looked up and a familiar old face appeared in his sight. It was his father, who provided him with all the money, beauty and power, and protected him from impunity.

Are all the happiness I experienced in my life and the misfortunes I encountered in the end caused by him?

The old man with white hair and hair was like a few decades old, stumbled forward, staring at the bloody man crawling on the street, his eyes as if he had grown on his body and could no longer move.

The father and son, who were connected by flesh, approached each other little by little. The old man fell to Qin Chi dejectedly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed his broken bloody hand, and on his wrinkled face, tears flowed, sad, angry and despair, and had reached the extreme.

In his eyes, he clearly saw that in his son's eyes, there was despair, fear, and a look of extreme hatred. And this hatred seemed to be coming to him!

Qin Chi opened his mouth tremblingly and wanted to say the last word to his father, but he could only breathe violently, sobbing and moaning in vain, and speechlessly. He could only use his eyes to convey his resentment and regret to the heart of the old man in front of him.

When the pain and despair reached its peak, Qin Chi's face fell to the ground, and blood sprayed out of his mouth, dyeing the ground red.

The servants let out a low cry of fear and looked at the young master who once was a mighty man who did all the evil things in the Chen Family, and was so powerful that he died miserably. He was not as tragic as a dog!

The old man with white hair and hair suddenly dilated his pupils, his face disappeared completely, and he murmured sadly, his body shook, and he rushed forward, pressing against the blood-stained corpse, closing his eyes tightly, but he was angry and no longer awakened.

After a while, a housekeeper next to him woke up and rushed to help. He reached out to find Qin Yuanwai's breath. His face changed instantly. After trembling for a while, he finally screamed sadly and shrillly: "Master has returned to heaven!"

All the servants were stunned. Soon, a shrill cry came from them. A group of people knelt in front of the bodies of the Qin father and son, crying loudly, as if expressing their loyalty in crying.

Several housekeepers hugged Qin Yuanwai's body, and while crying, they looked at the center of the open space in fear. The tall man holding a sword still had a cold expression on his face, and the implicit murderous intent made everyone feel cheerful and vaguely wanted to stay away from him.

The bloody sword in his hand was still dripping downwards. It was the blood of the young master whom they had always served!

The fear and invincible despair made the butlers cry a few more times, and then asked the servants to lift the bodies of the father and son, put them in the sedan chair, and ran towards the home.

Like a tide falling, the Qin family members who were crowded with the streets fled in an instant. The street was empty, leaving only a large piece of blood on the ground, and under the reflection of the fire, they showed a desolate color.

Luo Dacheng faced all this indifferently and did not care about the escaped crowd.

Two people who deserve punishment have gone; and there is another one by himself!

He slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Sichang, who was covered in blood and teeth, and the light of hatred flashed in Luo Dacheng's eyes. If this thief hadn't provoked first, how could this day happen!

Chen Sichang was already pale. Seeing his long-time friend's fate, although he hated him for betraying him before his death, and even took this evil star to his bedroom to catch him; but more of it was fear of his own destiny.

Seeing that Qin Chi died so miserably, Chen Sichang no longer had too much hope for his fate. Although he wanted to commit suicide, he had to bite his tongue and have his teeth!

Although the tip of the tongue is gone, most of the tongue is left; there are not a few teeth left, and the broken face is so painful that it can't be used. At this time, even if you have the intention to commit suicide, it will be useless.

In a fearful gaze, Chen Sichang clearly saw the evil star walking, tied him up again, letting his face towards the Chen Mansion, tied him tightly, then walked aside, reached out to the high pile of firewood to pick up a few pieces of wood, lit it with a torch, and threw it at Chen Sichang's feet, gradually burning.

The flames were licking Chen Sichang's calves. The scorching heartache made him want to escape, but his calves were tied to the bottom of the wooden frame and could not move. He could only moan in pain, enduring the cruel torture.

The sound of scattered footsteps sounded in his ears, and came to this side from the direction of his home. A strong sense of joy arose in despair. Chen Sichang looked up and looked over there, wanting to see who was here to save him.

A large number of servants held swords, guns, sticks and strode towards this side. Soon, the streets were blocked tightly.

From a distance, I saw Chen Sichang tied to a wooden stand, with a few firewood under his feet, igniting a small fire, scorching his calves. The faces of the servants showed anxiety and anger, but they did not rush up to rescue him. They were only arranged in an orderly manner under the command of the various martial artists in the lead, with a sturdy aura, and looked like a regular army.

A horse rode out of the formation, and there was a man who was wearing a long robe and a square scarf on his head. He was luxuriously dressed. He was about twenty years old and had a calm temperament and a white face without any beard. He was also handsome and looked pretty.

Looking at the small fire head under Chen Sichang's feet, the young man's face showed a hint of heartache. He raised his head and looked at Luo Dacheng with anger flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and immediately bowed to Luo Dacheng, saying in a deep voice: "Chen Sirang, come for your brother's affairs. How dare you ask the hero what compensation you need before he can let go of your brother's son?"

Luo Dacheng stood on the front of Chen Sichang with a knife, his face was cold and said calmly: "Why didn't Yin Laoji and Yin Yiyu come?"

Chen Sirang sneered: "It turns out that the hero comes just to seek revenge! The two gentlemen Yin are healing their wounds in the secret room at this moment. They have already sent someone to invite them. When they come, they can meet the hero!"

Luo Dacheng let out a light "um" and pulled a piece of firewood from the pile of firewood, put it on the torch inserted on the ground to light it, throw it at Chen Sichang's feet. The flames suddenly rose, burning Chen Sichang to scream in confusion.

Seeing his younger brother being poisoned by this tea, Chen Si's face was sweating coldly, and could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor, and shouted sternly: "Stay with a hero! Even if my brother has any faults, he should send him to the official for investigation. How can he deal with lynching?"

Luo Dacheng sneered: "Send the official to investigate the punishment? If he really sends the official, will he be dealt with injuring people over the years? I'm afraid he will be released that day and die tragically, how can he get the wronged and wronged?"

He raised the steel knife and pointed the tip directly at Chen Sirang's face. Luo Dacheng shouted in a deep voice: "Chen Sirang! Over the years, your reputation has been good. Why did you strive to protect Chen Sichang's many evil deeds, causing so many people to be tortured and killed by him?"

Chen Sirang remained silent and said after a while: "Before my mother passed away, she taught me to take care of my younger brother. Those who are sons dare not forget."

Luo Dacheng sneered in anger, knowing that this person has been smart all his life, how could he not understand these principles? He was so stubborn about this matter. Even though he is a good person on weekdays, this incident alone caused countless families to be destroyed and suffered disasters. His openly assisted evil is even more hateful than those evil people!

Chen Sirangyu immediately bowed his hand and said sincerely: "I know that this is wrong for my brother. But how can I give up my love between flesh and blood? Even if he does all kinds of wrong things, my brother is always my brother. Today, for my brother, I have to let go of the hero!"

Raising his hand, Chen Sirang shouted sternly: "Come here, kill him!"

Behind him, a large number of strong men gathered. With such a glorious momentum, Chen Sirang believed that with his mere power, he would never be able to resist it!

The martial artists responded with a loud promise, led a large number of servants, raised their swords and guns, and slowly pushed forward. Suddenly, they shouted and rushed forward with great strides. Everyone's eyes flashed with fierce light.

Luo Dacheng sneered, raised his arms, pointed his sword obliquely upwards, and reflected a sharp light under the sunlight.

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On the large open space in the center of the town, the strong servants in black lined up in neat formations, roared loudly, and rushed forward with great strides!

The terrifying momentum erupted from these trained strong men. They rushed towards the arrogant and arrogant man ahead with fierce and fierce murderous intent.

The thick and heavy mace were tightly held in their hands. The strong men opened their mouths, let out violent roars and grinned, raised their maces high, and slammed heavily on Luo Dacheng's head, chest, and shoulders, wishing they could smash him into pieces in one fell swoop and turn them into a whole ball of meat paste!

The body-protecting energy appeared on Luo Dacheng, with a faint light. Luo Dacheng jumped forward and rushed forward with a knife without hesitation toward the group of strong men who were full of vision and strode towards them.

But in the blink of an eye, the two slings rushed to the other side, and the sword and the mace were swung at the same time, and with a puff, blood burst out.

The man who rushed in the front center was stabbed in his chest by a sharp blade, which penetrated his spine. The mace, which swung out with his thick arms, swept across Luo Dacheng's head, and only blew his hair into a storm.

Luo Dacheng, who was slightly bent his knees and avoided the fatal blow, had not yet stretched out his legs, but he had quickly slid to one side. Another mace swept across his left shoulder with the sound of wind, almost smashing his heavy mace on his left shoulder.

The sharp blade swung out quickly, and with a click, the head flew into the sky. The big man failed to hit the attack, and before he could recover the mace for the second strike, his head was chopped off.

The strong men behind them were fighting against the bandits. Seeing that their companions were killed, they were not panicked at all, but were aroused by anger. They shouted at each other and surrounded Luo Dacheng. They smashed the sticks and saw the shadows of the sticks flying from all directions. Luo Dacheng was bound to die under the mace.

Luo Dacheng was in the siege, his face was cold, but his whole body was filled with momentum. His murderous intent burst out from his body, with a faint smell of blood, and he invaded the enemy beside him.

Faced with countless maces hitting the vital points, his feet were extremely fast, flying backward like a phantom, stabbing the sword in his hand back, and two puffs, and then two strong men fell to the sky, with blood storms between his neck.

As the wind was like the wind, Luo Dacheng quickly retreated to the gap. He swept the sword and swept the chest of a strong man. He immediately fell to the side. Blood was sprayed at the wound, his ribs were pale and his internal organs were exposed. He was shattered by the sharp sword and he could not survive.

The companions in front were easily killed, but in the rear, a large number of strong men rushed over, all of whom were wide open, roaring fiercely, and raised their maces to smash them at Luo Dacheng regardless of life and death.
To be continued...