The bald old Xie family is poor, his son is useless, and even the money he asked his daughter to study is borrowed from his neighbors. No one reported his death for two days after his death. He was so sad that he felt so sad that he felt a chill with a strong aura of fear and anger in curiosity. He spread around with a bronze coffin as the center, covering the entire Lihua Town. Everyone was breathless.

The wild dog glanced at the coffin and ran away with his tail whimpering.

Seven or eight people were stunned in front of the iron gate of the Xu family yard.

Goose bumps suddenly popped up on Boss Xu's neck and his arms, and he couldn't help but take a step back: "It's that person who is back!"

"Who is it?" Zhou Bin's tone was a little trembling.

"Liao Xuebing."

Xu Lao Er's legs suddenly shivered violently.

"Liao Xuebing is back!"

This sentence was like a storm and rolled over the town in just two minutes, and no one talked. The name Liao Xuebing exploded in the hearts of every person over twenty-five years old.

The sunset is as bright as red as red, slowly falling under the horizon. I should be tired of talking about the world and love to listen to ghosts singing poems in the autumn grave!

The funeral procession stopped, just twenty meters in front of the Xu family villa, two coffins were facing the gate of his house. This was an extremely unlucky thing. The man holding an umbrella quietly raised half of his hand, as if he had made an appointment in advance. All the firecrackers, gongs, drums, trumpets, chanting scriptures, and the sound of the engine suddenly stopped. Everyone, who was about to collapse by the high decibel noise, were still buzzing, and Lihua Town showed a heart-pounding silence.

Zhou Bin has always been the number one lackey of the Xu family. He pulled out the Pig Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing in his hand.

There is a saying that when many heroes kill dogs, when there are more heroes, there will be bears in it. The sky is blue and white, and the sky is bright and the world is bright. Zhou Bin runs all the way. The road is flat, and there are neither stumbling blocks nor slippery beaches. He suddenly falls down his feet and falls upwards, and he shakes from his back. He falls in a dizzy way. The pig-killing knife cuts his thighs, and blood splashes out. He screams like a castration.

The town suddenly burst out with a scream, which made people creepy. Zhou Bin's chest was filled with fear for no reason, and his thighs no longer hurt. He supported half of his body with his hands and slowly dragged it out a bloody path to climb back to the side of the Xu brothers in the Iron Gate.

Xu Laosan ran into the yard, picked up the phone and pressed a number: "Pig Belly, call all the brothers, take the guys, come to my house immediately!"

An excited voice in the receiver: "San brother, what's the good thing? I don't know who is having funerals here on the street. *** is so spectacular. ***, this is the first time I have seen it in my life. It's too exaggerated. Even if the emperor dies, it's not that..."

Xu Laosan interrupted him coldly: "The person who was in the funeral was bald Lao Xie, who came to our house."

"Ah?" The man nicknamed Pig Belly was obviously stunned: "I don't believe it if I kill him. The bald Lao Xie's son is like a dog, so capable?"

Xu Laosan said word by word: "The person who cut off four fingers of your left hand ten years ago is back."

The other party was silent for a while and said, "Brother Third. I just had a stomachache. I might have to go to Yaotai Hospital for surgery. I will come back in a few days."

With a beeping blind voice on the phone, Xu Laosan cursed: "Damn it, who helped you get the gambling debt last month? After Liao Xuebing was solved, you will kill your whole family!"

He pulled out a few more numbers and finally summoned a group of young people who were familiar with the world. When he heard the Xu Xu brothers say something, it would be fine. He immediately rushed from all sides to the Xu family villa.

Boss Xu was still moving at the door. Looking at the man holding a black umbrella, he always felt something was wrong. By the way, it was like high air pressure, diving to less than ten meters, and the entire torso was so pressing that it was difficult to breathe.

The doors of the cars behind opened, and a few men in black suits walked down to the man with black umbrellas.

The man closed the umbrella, took off his sunglasses, with a look of fatigue and helplessness. His eyes narrowed, with loneliness and desolation in his mouth, his lips tightly pursed, and his stubbornness was full of stubbornness. Occasionally, he looked around and shone with his eyes. He slowly turned around, as if he wanted to imprint all the people and things in Lihua Town into his mind. Those who were in contact with his eyes couldn't help but lower their eyes and dared not look at each other.

It has been nine years since Liao Xuebing's last return home, but the Xu brothers still remember that this person has basically not changed except for a little more vicissitudes and haggardness. If he doesn't take action, he will be thunderous. He will never be reborn until he is sent to hell.

Liao Xuebing paused and walked towards the Xu family villa. His steps were faint and sounded, but Boss Xu felt that it was like a death knell that hit his heart.

Dozens of motorcycles, cars gradually arrived from the town. Most of the people on the bus had their faces in amazement, and there were weapons hidden around their waists. Some even tied machetes to the back seat of the motorcycle, surrounded them far away by the iron gate, and did not dare to go in. They turned around and turned through the back door, then walked through the yard to the iron gate, and stood next to the Xu brothers.

Boss Xu snorted, turned around and walked into the yard, his feet drifting, and Liao Xuebing followed him in three meters behind him.

After a brief depression, the residents of Lihua Town had already started to discuss. Qiu Wugang, a neighbor of the bald old man, came back from buying vegetables. Seeing that the Xie family was no longer moving and his daughter disappeared, he heard the rumors that the old Xie was dead at home and had not been decorated. He couldn't help but ask his wife: "Do you know where the girl in the Xie family is? Alas, it's so pitiful." The wife shook her head. At this time, his son ran in from outside and shouted: "It's amazing, Uncle Xie is having funeral!" Xie's girl disappeared, and her son hasn't returned home for two or three months. Who did the land?

They ran out of the door and walked out of the street. They saw a long convoy of cars that could not see the limit. The bronze coffin, gongs and drums, firecrackers, monks, priests, priests, god? This is the funeral of the bald old Xie? Qiu Wu caught a man in a panic and asked anxiously: "Yes, who is it? Xie Bazi?"

The man glanced at him and whispered: "Speak quietly, it's the old Xiedi brother Liao Xuebing who is back. If you are bald, you will be unlucky if you scream like this."

"Liao Xuebing?" Qiu Wu stood in the wind: "Old Xie is such a blessing. It's enough to have such a brother in his life."

The second and third brother sat at the bad table, holding a double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand. The night fell and he couldn't see his face. There were dozens of gangsters around him, squatting or standing, with a knife and stick in his hand.

This ten-meter road seemed to be as long as centuries. Liao Xuebing's eyes were like needles piercing his back. Boss Xu was soaked in cold sweat. It was not the sweat that oozing out of his skin when he was tired of working, but it was about the same as a splash of ladles, pouring through his clothes, drop by drop, and tiny smoke rose.

Boss Xu finally walked to the chair beside the table, gritted his teeth, took out a pig's knife and inserted it on the table, shouting: "Liao Xuebing, you have the will to put your horse over!"

The gangsters next to them were all eager to try, but the super luxurious show of the funeral team brought them the shock that they could not be erased. They were all afraid of being afraid of them. Look at me, and I look at you, no one dared to come forward. In normal times, they would have rushed up without the boss's words.

Liao Xuebing walked into the Xu family's yard alone, without saying a word. He just glanced coldly and suppressed the majesty of the three brothers of the Xu family. In front of his dominant temperament, these three local snakes were really nothing compared to the gangster.

"If you don't say it twice, except the people from the Xu family, everything else disappeared in five seconds." Liao Xuebing stood in front of the table and gave the first order.

The gangsters of the Xu family looked at each other and didn't know what to do. If you want to leave, Boss Xu is not a vain person. If you don't leave, this person looks even worse. Even the Xu brothers are so afraid. I heard that they are still the number one person in Lihua Town before. Legend has it that Boss Xu once offered cigarettes and tea to this person for mercy and begged for mercy for ten years ago. It was difficult to make a decision. But after all, no one personally experienced Liao Xuebing's thundering methods. The fear was much weaker. Without a bird, no one moved his steps.

Five seconds pass by in a flash.

Lao Liao didn't care and said with a smile: "Okay, since you chose to be buried with me, it's much more fun."

Mr. Xu winked at his two younger brothers, suddenly shouted loudly, and pulled out the pig-killing knife. Xu Lao Er and Xu Lao San raised their double-bar hunting rifle at the same time.

Liao Xuebing kicked over the table, and the remaining vegetable soup, glass cups, bones, and plates were splashed at them all over the sky. With a swaying palm, the desert eagle appeared in his palm and spun around, then fired two shots at Xu Laoer.

The first shot hit the barrel of the hunting rifle, like hitting an ant with an iron hammer. The strength difference is huge, and it is incomparable. A dazzling ball of sparks exploded with a "clang" that broke Xu Lao Er's tiger's mouth, and then broke his wrist bone. The hunting rifle flew away like a piece of paper in the strong wind, hitting straight on the wall ten meters behind him. The tiles on the wall were shattered, showing spider-web-like cracks, and the barrel had become a "v" curved.
Chapter completed!