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Chapter 200 Jiang Jintong Chapter 42

The scarred man rolled his eyes in pain, and blood continued to flow out of his two stabbed arms. The blood on the arm that was cut by the knife had covered the pattern.

If someone could understand some patterns in mythology, he could easily find out at the beginning what pattern Jiang Jintong had carved on the scarred man's arm.

That was a pattern that wizards used to punish extremely evil people in a certain period. However, they would not carve it directly on the sinners with a knife. For these sinners, they often used a red-hot iron to brand their arms.

That represents sin, and also means that after death one will fall into hell forever, being punished by the fire of hell without end.

Jiang Jintong did not kill the other person directly, but still relied on his own ideas to carve this mark on the other person's arm.

After the situation was almost stable, Madam Jiang stepped forward with a frown on her face: "Catch him and hand him over to Lao Hei. We must get the result!"

"Xiaoyi?"

Jiang Jintong raised his head and wiped the blood off his face expressionlessly: "I want the process, I want to know how he killed Xie Luo."

"Okay, Mom knows. I'll ask someone to do it and give you a result. Okay?"

“… ….”

He didn't say anything else, just closed his eyes slightly, and then left.

As soon as he left, Madam Jiang was completely relieved and returned to her usual serious appearance: "Why don't you take him away quickly? When the young master was angry just now, didn't you all know how to stop him?"

"What if the knife hurts the young master?"

"Madam... you didn't go over to take care of it yourself. We are just workers, not risking our lives. What if the young master hurts us?"

"Go down!"

Mrs. Jiang swept the things on the table. She was no longer serious and even looked a little crazy and angry.

Seeing that something was not right, the leader quickly took the two men away.

As he walked, he muttered, "This is really weird. Who is the young master's mother?"

Once everyone left, the room became empty again.

Mrs. Jiang knelt weakly on the ground, and the words that the leader had just whispered kept coming to her mind.

"Who is the fucker... me?"

She pounded the floor with her fist and finally couldn't help crying.

As for why she was crying, it was probably because Mrs. Jiang could no longer lie at this moment.

She could no longer deceive herself by telling herself that she loved her son very much.

From the time Jiang Jintong developed a split personality until now, Mrs. Jiang has been trying to make up for Jiang Jintong. She always deceives herself by saying that she loves Jiang Jintong very much.

Over time, she let go of some of her past guilt, indulged Jiang Jintong in doing anything, and thought she was giving him a lot of care and love.

Maybe this is what is called love. Mother's love is always great, isn't it?

But her self-righteous love was ultimately a lie and a deception, and it was impossible to build any trust.

She didn't love Jiang Jintong that much. In fact, everything she said was just a trick to deceive others and herself.

But after watching the drama so many times, she thought it was the truth.

Mrs. Jiang, like her mother, only loves herself. In her strict family, she is not allowed to have love.

Her inherent selfishness prevented her from developing any love for her husband or even her son.

Because she is a member of the Song family, she naturally likes herself and has only learned how to love herself more.

This was what her mother taught her, and it was also a convenience brought by her blood.

Mrs. Jiang has been trying hard to pretend to love others, but unfortunately, she still doesn't have that emotion until now.

So when faced with Jiang Jintong's dangerous behavior just now, she stood where she was, with no intention of moving forward at all.

Even though Jiang Jintong had dropped the knife, she still showed doubt and fear, and was hesitant to step forward to comfort her.

Because she knew that Jiang Jintong had a dual personality, and considering the mental illness here, she chose herself.

But at this time, the mother showed deep regret again.

What is she thinking about?

Is he regretting that he didn't do a good job just now, or is he hating himself for not hugging his child immediately?

Or, did she ever have a moment when she wanted to comfort the child who was about to be broken?

Only Mrs. Jiang herself knows the real answer.

Jiang Jintong did not go back to the room directly. He walked aimlessly, his mind gradually becoming empty, and he had no idea what he should do at this moment.

Xie Luo is dead... ...she is dead.

It is not necessarily true that he was so sad that he lost consciousness. After all, Xie Luo was not really that important.

But the moment he heard that Xie Luo had died, a taut string in his heart suddenly broke.

Xie Luo's bond with that beautiful memory from the past was also his first heartbeat, but now she is dead.

Jiang Jintong thought about setting Xie Luo free, but he would never set her free by killing her.

He unknowingly walked to another place, which was originally an empty house, and howling was constantly coming from inside.

There was a howl among them that Jiang Jintong was very familiar with because he had just heard it.

He did not go in, but walked to the back of the house, slowly squatted down, and looked at the soil on the ground in silence.

There was absolutely no need for Jiang Jintong to listen to these useless screams, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to stay.

Maybe it was to numb himself and reduce his guilt towards Xie Luo.

Maybe... maybe.

When Song Qian came out of the room, he found out that his two stupid subordinates had been captured.

It didn't matter if the big, strong and brainless guy was caught, but the scarred guy was of great use to Song Qian.

He originally thought that it would be a simple matter to kill Xie Luoshen without anyone knowing, but now those two stupid subordinates have made it known to everyone.

Fortunately, it was my aunt who caught them, so she was able to fish them out with just a simple effort.

Song Qian never thought that he had to abandon these two subordinates just because the matter was exposed. To him, there was no need to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken.

As long as he explained the situation to his aunt, his aunt would at most scold him and would not do anything to him.

Song Qian found out where Mrs. Jiang was, but the door was locked and there was no way to get in.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, having already thought of what to say: "Aunt, it's me, A-Qian."

There was no movement in the room for several seconds. Until six or seven seconds later, some small noises gradually sounded, accompanied by footsteps that gradually became heavier, and the door was finally opened.

What Song Qian saw was a slightly haggard face, which seemed a little different from his usually strict aunt.