klisemfg Chapter 753 Grandpa Tells You a Story
Chapter 753 Grandpa Tells You a Story
With trembling hands, He Qian unbuttoned her cotton coat.
After taking off the cotton coat, all that's underneath is a small vest.
As the girl's figure became visible, Zhang Guoqiang couldn't help but swallow.
A gurgling sound came from his throat.
He Yongshun, his eyes bloodshot, cried out, "Xiaoqian, no! Run!"
Even so, I know that my daughter is doomed tonight.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Outside the door, hearing his daughter-in-law Gao Lanying shouting, "No, no, child, I'm almost as old as your mother," he knew she had also been violated.
He Yongshun tried to inch his way towards Zhang Guoqiang's blade; if he couldn't protect his wife and daughter, he might as well die.
Just then, Gao Lanying suddenly cried out from outside the door.
It was as if I had witnessed something incredibly terrifying.
Then the sound stopped abruptly.
It quieted down.
Zhang Guoqiang was taken aback.
Even though He Qian had already taken off her tank top, he didn't dare look anymore and quickly craned his neck to ask:
"Fifth Brother, what's wrong? What's that woman yelling about?"
The door opened.
Something was thrown in from the outer room.
A round, bloody human head.
It rolled and stopped in the middle of the ground.
The man's eyes were still open, his head staring intently at Zhang Guoqiang on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
Zhang Guoqiang was almost scared to death.
This is Hu Laowu, who came with him.
He was full of energy just a moment ago, how did he suddenly lose his head?
He looked at the doorway in utter astonishment.
He Qian was also startled and screamed, covering her chest with her hands and looking towards the door.
A tall figure walked in.
With his left hand supporting Gao Lanying, whose clothes were disheveled and covered in blood, he used his hand under her armpits to help her inside.
In his right hand, he held a pig-slaughtering knife dripping with blood.
This man was over sixty years old, but his eyes gleamed with a cold light, his gaze colder than the steel knife in his hand.
"The former chairman?"
He Yongshun couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The person who came was Yuan Tianyou, also known as Jin Wanliang.
He glanced at the room, his face expressionless, showing neither joy nor anger.
The little girl was shirtless and shivering.
He kicked the cotton-padded coat on the ground with his foot:
"Put them on."
He Qian quickly squatted down to pick up the cotton-padded coat.
Jin Wanliang placed Gao Lanying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at He Yongshun:
"Useless! All these years have passed, and he's still a good-for-nothing!"
Although He Yongshun was frightened, he still cried out:
"Old Chairman, save me!"
Jin Wanliang raised his gaze and looked at Zhang Guoqiang, who was still holding He Yongshun's hair and forcing him with a knife.
"Will you die on your own, or will I kill you?"
Zhang Guoqiang screamed in terror, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him!"
His hand trembled slightly, and the blade made a "thud thud thud" sound on He Yongshun's neck.
They had already cut many small gashes on He Yongshun's neck, and the blood had stained his collar red.
Jin Wanliang gave a cold laugh:
"Go ahead and kill me. But if you don't listen to me, you'll die a much worse death. I'll cut open your stomach and take out your heart, liver, spleen, and stomach. I'll stir-fry them and have them with my drinks! I haven't eaten meat for days!"
With each sentence he spoke, Zhang Guoqiang took a step back.
He pulled He Yongshun back from the edge of the kang to the base of the chimney.
"Don't scare me, I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid..."
Jin Wanliang had already stepped onto the kang (heated brick bed) by climbing over the edge.
He was tall, and when he got on the kang (a heated brick bed), his head was right up to the ceiling.
He stood a step away from Zhang Guoqiang, a cold smile on his face:
"Go ahead and kill him! Kill him, then I'll kill you! Hurry up!"
He suddenly shouted.
The knife in Zhang Guoqiang's hand clattered to the ground.
He pushed He Yongshun aside and knelt down in front of Jin Wanliang.
"Sir, sir, have mercy! I was wrong, I'll leave right now, okay?"
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Jin Wanliang shook his head and sighed:
"A spineless coward, living is a disgrace."
She came over, grabbed his hair, and pulled him off the bed.
The boy was already weak all over and had no strength to resist.
The ferocity he had shown towards He Yongshun just moments before had completely vanished.
Like a lamb under the butcher's knife, it couldn't even scream anymore.
Jin Wanliang's butcher knife lightly grazed his neck, and blood gushed out as if his neck had opened into a gaping mouth.
Jin Wanliang struck again, severing his neck bone, and his head fell off.
Zhang Guoqiang was not short and was not injured. If he resisted, no matter how fierce Jin Wanliang was, he could not have killed him so easily.
However, he was so intimidated by Jin Wanliang's murderous aura that he dared not move at all and could only be slaughtered by him.
Just as Gao Lanying was being pinned to the ground by Hu Laowu, Hu Laowu's head was suddenly chopped off, splattering blood all over her face.
I've already been frightened once.
I've witnessed people being beheaded, and I'm so terrified I can't even scream.
He Qian had already put on her cotton-padded coat and was so frightened that she threw herself into her mother's arms, not daring to watch Jin Wanliang kill people.
Jin Wanliang took both heads out of the room and threw Zhang Guoqiang's body into the kitchen.
He washed his hands and looked at He Yongshun.
His face was full of reproach, like an elder looking at a disappointing son.
With a flick of the butcher's knife, the rope binding him snapped instantly.
"A man who's served in the military, who even sleeps with one eye open, has actually been tied up by two young punks. Sigh... Go, heat up some wine for me, I'm hungry."
"Yes."
He Yongshun quickly got up.
Half an hour later, the room was cleaned up.
Jin Wanliang sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), with a kang table in front of him.
He ate two flatbreads, a bowl of leftovers, and a plate of peanuts, leaving nothing behind. He also finished off half a jin of strong liquor.
He wiped his mouth and looked up at the mother and son huddled together at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed).
Then look at He Yongshun, who is respectfully serving on the ground.
Laughed.
A set of gleaming white teeth was chilling:
"I tied up a butcher and his family in Ping'an Town, asked them for directions to Panlong Mountain, and then turned back to Jiangzhou. I deliberately told the police I was Jin Wanliang; they would definitely think I was going back to Panlong Mountain. I doubt even the police expected me to come back!"
He Yongshun was uneasy, unsure of Jin Wanliang's intentions, but he still had to force a smile:
"The old chairman is truly brilliant!"
Jin Wanliang sighed deeply:
"Actually, I should have died before liberation. To be alive until now is already a blessing from heaven. I don't care when I lose this life; I just want to see what those supplies are before I die!"
He picked up He Yongshun's tobacco basket, rolled a pipe, and talked as if they were having a casual chat.
Looking at his calm expression, who would have thought that the two gradually cooling corpses on the floor of the outer room were his doing?
"Back then, I beat that fat rich man up, cut off pieces of flesh from his thigh with a knife, and forced him to reveal the secret of that picture before he would tell me about it."
Jin Wanliang lit a cigarette and beckoned to He Qian:
"Little girl, come here and light a cigarette for Grandpa. Grandpa will tell you a story."
He Qian dared not disobey. She took a match from the windowsill, climbed over, and with trembling hands, it took her a long time to strike the match.
Jin Wanliang took a drag of his cigarette.
He reached out and pulled He Qian close, making her lean against him.
"My son and daughter died in the war, otherwise I could have enjoyed family life."
After a long silence, no one dared to utter a word.
Jin Wanliang then said:
"That fat landlord's son is a warlord. He robbed the Japanese of their supplies, which are said to be priceless... Alas, even if I got them now, what good would it do? I'm old! Even a mountain of gold couldn't buy me happiness!"
He spoke with great sorrow.
A tear actually rolled down her cheek.
He Qian took her handkerchief and gently wiped his face.
Jin Wanliang smiled.
He reached out and pinched He Qian's cheek:
"Little girl, aren't you afraid of me?"
"We're scared! But I know... Grandpa, you saved us, you won't hurt us!"
Jin Wanliang nodded:
"Good child, how could Grandpa hurt a child..."
These words sounded very kind, but in He Yongshun's mind, the scene of Jin Wanliang lifting a three-year-old baby by the neck with one hand and squeezing hard again appeared.