Chapter 66 - I'll Be Waiting for You in Hell

Crack!

Song Yun's body arched up violently. His mouth was wide open, but he could no longer make a sound. At this moment, it seemed a jolt of electricity surged through Song Yun's body, and he convulsed.

The knee is very hard, but in front of a rock, it still shattered.

The rock was already stained with some blood and flesh, but it was washed away by the heavy rain and quickly disappeared.

Seeing Song Yun's state, Song Zhen's body shivered. An indescribable ecstasy swept through his entire body in an instant. He felt fine goosebumps cover his skin.

Yes, just like this, just like this... If his body weren't unsuitable, he would have even started dancing for joy.

That crazed appearance made even those few underlings feel their hair stand on end. But their lives were all in the hands of the Yang family. Let alone Song Zhen just breaking Song Yun's arms and legs, even if he were to gnaw off all the flesh from Song Yun's body bite by bite, they would only watch silently.

Seeing that Song Zhen seemed to want to get up, one person hurriedly supported his arm. They then saw Song Zhen walk in a circle and appear on Song Yun's other side, a trace of ferocity flashing across his face.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Crack!

Crack!

Another two crisp sounds, and Song Yun's remaining arm and leg had also been crippled.

If Song Zhen was a cripple, he could at least still be considered a person. But for Song Yun, even if he could survive, he probably couldn't even be considered a person anymore.

With the bones in both his knees and elbows completely shattered, it was simply not something the medical skills of this era could treat.

But even so, Song Zhen still had not dropped the rock in his hand. His pair of bloodshot eyes just stared fixedly at Song Yun.

Song Yun's miserable screams were like the most beautiful sound in the world, even more exciting to him than the moans of a handmaiden in bed. The pained expression, the twisted body, was the most soul-stirring painting in this world... Perhaps he had really gone mad.

He wanted to see an expression of fear, despair, and pleading on Song Yun's face. That would make him even more excited.

But Song Zhen was disappointed.

It hurt a lot. He knew very well what that feeling was like. But from beginning to end, Song Yun's face did not show the slightest hint of pleading. Even the sound of his screams gradually weakened.

Slowly, the corners of Song Yun's mouth curled up. Even though his whole body was convulsing from the pain, his face unexpectedly revealed an indescribable expression.

Was it a smile?

And then...

"Hahahahaha..."

Song Yun began to laugh, laughing exceptionally happily. He really wanted to know what kind of expressions Yang Miaoqing, Yang Siyao, and Song Zhen would have when they saw all their schemes come to nothing.

A pity he wouldn't be able to see it.

That mocking yet ice-cold gaze made Song Zhen's whole body go cold.

Then he saw Song Yun's lips move. His mouth spread into a grin. In the haze, he could seem to hear a faint voice, like that of a lonely, wandering ghost.

"Song Zhen!"

"I'll be waiting for you in hell.”

Song Zhen's body trembled violently. Immediately after, he let out a loud cry, and the rock in his hand smashed down on Song Yun's chest with a peng.

Song Yun's eyes suddenly bulged. His head jerked up neurotically, and a few seconds later, it fell back into the water with a pa. There was no longer any sound. Even so, Song Yun's eyes were still staring bizarrely, a mocking arc hanging on the corners of his lips.

In the howling cold wind, Song Zhen was gasping for big breaths of air. This was not the first time he had killed someone. He had clearly never been afraid before, but this time, he was inexplicably terrified. Of course, there was no sadness. Even if they were blood brothers, when his body had been harmed to this extent by Song Yun, the little brotherly affection that had existed was gone.

His throat moved, and then he spat on Song Yun's body.

"You got off easy."

Song Zhen cursed. After a while, he crouched down and reached out to check under Song Yun's nose. Only after confirming there was no breath did he feel at ease. Then he took out a jade pendant from his bosom, a luscious green with a plum blossom mark on it. His mouth couldn't help but spread into a grin, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He pried open Song Yun's fingers and stuffed the jade pendant into his palm.

This one jade pendant was enough to pin the crime of murder firmly on Song Yan's head.

He already couldn't wait to see the surprised look on Song Yan's face when the officials came to his door... Indulging in this thought, he laughed out loud like a fool.

A man in black lifted him onto his back, and treading through the accumulated water, they slowly disappeared into the alleyway.

It wasn't until Song Zhen's party had completely disappeared that several more figures appeared beside the corpse. It was Song Yan, Gu Banxia, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu.

Song Yun was probably really dead. His body no longer showed any sign of movement. Fresh blood gushed from his wounds and was then diluted by the accumulated water.

Song Yan crouched down, pried open Song Yun's fingers, and took out the jade pendant. Then he took out a bundle of something…

It was a tuft of hair with the scalp still attached. He had originally wanted to stuff it into Song Yun's palm, but looking at the downpour and the water on the road, there was a risk of it being washed away.

After thinking for a moment, he pried open Song Yun's mouth and stuffed the tuft of hair into his oral cavity.

After doing all this, Song Yan drew Zhang Long's saber and weighed it in his hand.

"Rest assured, Seventh Brother. You won't be the only one."

"I guarantee, your whole family will be neat and tidy."

The flowing water stirred Song Yun's sleeve, and his hand also swayed gently in the water, as if greeting Song Yan.

Immediately after, he swung his arm.

Pfft!

A perfectly good head was chopped off.

Fresh blood gushed out, and mixing with the accumulated water, it disappeared completely in two or three breaths.

"Young Master-in-law, what is this for?" Zhao Hu was a little confused.

Song Yan smiled: "As a person, you have to learn how to secure the kill."

"Let's go."

……

Pitter, patter!

A rather strange sound, not at all abrupt when mixed in with the downpour.

It was the sound of raindrops falling on an oil-paper umbrella. The corpse floated quietly in the accumulated water. On a rooftop not far away, two figures quietly gazed at all of this.

One person was dressed in white, tall and slender. Her forehead was dotted with a few dewdrops, and a strand of hair, damp with rain, was stuck to her cheek. Her face was covered with a veil, so her appearance could not be seen, only a pair of dark black eyes shone brightly.

As for the other person, her figure was slightly fuller, and she wore a plain white Daoist robe.

"Did you see that? That's your husband. He kills without batting an eye. What do you think? Do you regret marrying such a live-in son-in-law?" The Daoist priestess teased from the side.

"For me, it was not I who married, but I who was married..."

Perhaps because she had been coughing for too long, her voice was slightly hoarse.

"What my husband is like has nothing to do with me. If my husband is a scholar, I will grind his ink; if my husband is a bandit, then I will be the bandit chieftain's wife. I only know... my husband saved my life, so I will protect him!"

"But, your body has only just taken a slight turn for the better. Don't..."

"This was originally my job as the wife. It should not be borne by my younger sister!”

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