me and the weird fraternity

He sneered, stretched out his hand suddenly, and put it into the left pocket of the old man in purple.

what? !

Lin Fan's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at him in disbelief.

This guy, do you want to die?

Although he was sure that the old man in purple was not a strange body, he got a message from his eyes.

That's what's in his pocket, and there's really a killer weapon hidden, maybe it's the weird body, or something else.

Unexpectedly, this yellow hair is so reckless.

Just when Lin Fan was about to do something, he suddenly froze.

It was found that the old man in purple didn't resist Huang Mao's move.

"It's really boring, it's cheap for you!"

Huang Mao shook his head and said this.

The next second, he suddenly pulled out an old boning knife from the pocket of the old man in purple, and with a sound of "stab!", he directly wiped the old man's throat.

Chapter 80 Jia Yushu's Experience

A stream of bright red blood spurted out.

The old man in purple stared straight at Huang Mao with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

He covered his neck with both hands, trying to block the wound, but the cut was too deep, almost cutting half of his neck, and he couldn't stop the blood flow at all.

Even, a wave of fatigue flooded his brain, making him drowsy, his eyes darkened, and his limbs weak.

However, the strong thirst made him struggle, and he let out the sound of "ho ho".

"You want to know, why did I kill you?"

Huang Mao seemed to understand his heart, and said with a smile: "33 years ago, you stabbed me three times, don't you remember?"

"Ho ho!"

The eyes of the old man in purple were about to fall out, and he wanted to say something, but there was an air leak in his neck, and he could only make a weird sound.

Huang Mao seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory, muttering to himself: "Back then, the woman you insulted was my girlfriend..."

"Three of your knives, one knife was stuck in my leg, which made me limping for a lifetime, one knife was stuck in my kidney, making me unable to eat hard food, and one knife was stuck in my liver, which made me almost die due to alcoholism..."

"I've already given you a lot of money. I didn't torture you, and let you live for so long!"

"Papa~!"

The old man in purple was so weak that he fell to the ground, and the focus of his cloudy eyes began to diverge.

"It's really too cheap for you!"

Huang Mao was a little bit unsure, and while the purple-clothed old man was still breathing his last breath, he told the final truth:

"I'm Jia Yushu, you didn't expect that, don't worry, I've already killed everyone in your family, leaving no one alive!"

"Pfft~!"

Hearing this, the old man in purple couldn't bear it anymore, forced a mouthful of blood from his heart, spat it out, and died completely.

"who are you?!"

Pan Xiaoqin asked with a trembling voice, and Hongyue had already stood up, facing Huangmao.

Although her IQ is not enough, living people can still tell the difference.

Although the purple-clothed old man looked weird at first, the appearance of spitting blood at the moment is obviously a living person.

Seeing her pointing with a bow and arrow, Huang Mao didn't care at all, and smiled very calmly.

"I wanted to see you come to kill him, but unfortunately the time is coming..."

Lin Fan frowned and said, "You are Jia Yushu, and you made the yellow hair out of paper dolls?"

"Yes!"

Huang Mao looked at Lin Fan, with the corners of his mouth raised, showing a charming smile: "You are not bad, you are very cautious, you are a good seedling!"

"According to what you just said, you should have found him a long time ago. Why did you stay here to kill him? What is your purpose?" Lin Fan pointed to the purple-clothed old man on the ground and asked quickly.

Huang Mao smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and said: "It's just right, there is still some time, let's chat with you!"

Seeing this, Lin Fan patted Pan Xiaoqin's arm, signaling her not to be too nervous.

He already understood that the yellow hair in front of him was just a clone, a dummy, even if he was shot to death, he would not be able to hurt Jia Yushu.

Instead of this, it is better to listen to what he has to say.

"33 years ago, Tingting and I were lovers, or she was my only relative..."

"I'm a writer, and I have free time. I can go out with her every day and get off work together..."

"We were already engaged, and we agreed that the child will follow her family name. The boy will be named Chu Youwei, and the girl will be named Chuchu..."

"Unfortunately, everything was ruined on that day..."

"Originally, that day was not Tingting's shift. In order to free up the wedding day, we changed shifts with other people..."

Lin Fan looked at the female driver in red, who seemed to hear Huang Mao's words, and gradually stood up, suddenly realized.

It turned out that the old and rustic red dress on her body was the dress she wore when she got married 33 years ago.

"The two of them, one standing and waving, and the other squatting on the ground, looked very uncomfortable..."

"I asked Tingting to stop the car, and wanted to ask if they needed help..."

Huang Mao's face was very calm, as if he had already seen all this, and looked very indifferent.

However, from the fact that one of his feet was still on the head of the purple-clothed old man, it could be seen that he was not as relieved as he appeared.

"Tingting was insulted right in front of me, but I couldn't save her, I could only watch helplessly..."

He suddenly sneered: "If Tingting hadn't killed all the people in that car, I would have found them and killed them all!"

"After the incident, I have been trying to find those two guys, but they just won't file a case..."