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Chapter 77

Huo Shenglin hurriedly hugged her who was about to fall to the ground, pressed her wound, his eyes were clouded with blood mist, and a powerful sense of destruction spread across the entire space in an instant on his gloomy face.

"Call the doctor!" Huo Shenglin went into a rage.

Lin Cong saw that Fu Liuliu had lost a lot of blood and was in a coma, so he was afraid it would be too late.

So the family doctor of the Huo family who was bandaging Huo Junchen was brought in to treat Fu Liuliu.

The family doctor watched Huo Shenglin anxiously from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly checked Fu Liuliu's injuries.

While the doctor was treating Fu Liuliu's wounds, Huo Shenglin's eyes were bloodshot, he took time out, a dagger popped out of his cuff, and stabbed Huo Junjin 10 times.

Dao Dao is in a place where it is not fatal but the pain is unbearable.

His movements were weird and extremely fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to see how he made the move.

The woman who dared to hurt him, he would definitely pay back ten times.

The crazy Huo Shenglin was like the King of Hades who was seeking his life in the underworld, and his every move carried the breath of death.

At this moment, the mourning hall was like hell, and the guests backed away in fright.

Lin Cong was dumbfounded, his master never made a move.

Miss Fu, it really is different!
Huo Shenglin threw the blood-stained dagger in front of Huo Junjin, and he threatened in a low voice, "You are not qualified to kill me!"

He turned around, like a demon proclaiming his will, "If something happens to her, I want all of you to be buried with her! One-one-not-stay!"

Lin Cong was ordered to control all the passages in and out of Huo's house.

In the mourning hall, Huo Shenglin's men held black submachine guns and pointed at everyone in the room.

Fu Liuliu closed his eyes, but he was conscious and could hear the movement inside the house.

When Huo Shenglin said that if something happened to her, she would be buried with everyone, Fu Liuliu felt that he had made the right bet.

Things weren't much better for the guests.

Everyone's legs were weak, and their heads were sweating. They squatted obediently with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.

It was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

It's just attending someone else's funeral, and I almost have my own funeral along with it.

At the moment, the most suffering is the family doctor.

Judging from Fu Liuliu's pale complexion and the blood stains all over the place, Fu Liuliuzhong's knife was fatal.

But he didn't dare to tell the truth, the lives of everyone in the house were in his hands, and he was afraid of being wiped out by Huo Shenglin, the great demon king.

He could only try his best to stop the bleeding of Fu Liuliu and bandage the wound, praying that Fu Liuliu would be fine.

He just got started and found that Fu Liuliu was breathing normally, which was contrary to the bloodstains all over the place.

Could it be that it's not that serious?

He looked at the wound again, as if the wound was a bit fake.

Could it be because I was too afraid to see the wrong thing just now?

The family doctor has repeatedly confirmed several times, and it seems to be all right.

He let go, got up and replied, "Miss Fu is fine, it's just some skin trauma, I've already bandaged her up."

When Fu Liuliu heard the doctor say that she had skin trauma, she was really annoyed.

Brother, can't you be more serious?

Hearing that Fu Liuliu was fine, Huo Shenglin heaved a sigh of relief, and the coercion in the mourning hall seemed to be much less.

He picked up Fu Liuliu, ready to find a top doctor to examine her injuries, "Open the door!"

The main hall door was opened, and before the door was opened, the injured third wife and the injured eldest son of the second house had been sent to the room to rest and receive treatment.

The door of the mourning hall was opened, and guests from outside poured in.

Looking at the faces of the people in the room as if they were washed with water, and the crystal coffins that were scattered all over the floor.

Needless to say and guess what happened.

A few sharp-eyed people saw the blood stains on the ground that had not been wiped clean, and also sensed the seriousness of the situation, so they dared not speak.

The funeral steward held the photo of Mr. Huo, "Where is the second young master? The funeral is coming soon, and it's time for the funeral!"

(End of this chapter)