The Buddha said the eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, hatred and anger, seeking and not seeking, and the suffering of the five aggregates are full of suffering.

Liu Hao had only twenty-six years in his short life, but he had suffered seven sufferings. The only thing he had not suffered from was the suffering of old age, because he died of a bad life and could not die of old age, so he would not suffer from old age.

"Bang!"

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the black muzzle, and holding the handle of the gun was a vicious man with scars on his face.

"ah!"

The evil bullet pierced Liu Hao's chest, blood splattered like water, and a large area of ​​red on the ground. Liu Hao let out a scream, his face twisted, his face was pathologically pale, his pupils contracted, gradually dissipated, and he fell from the wheelchair.

"Dad, mom, you have revenge, rest in peace!" Liu Hao used his last bit of strength to comfort his parents' spirit in heaven.

Liu Hao, a graduate of a second-rate university, entered society at the age of 22. With his down-to-earth, hardworking and diligent work style, he successfully entered the ranks of "Bone Demon" and became the object of admiration among his classmates.

Just when Liu Hao was working hard to buy a car, a house, get married and have children, his fate changed. That year, he was only twenty-three years old.

A bad luck came, his life, career, love... took a 180-degree reversal!

The community where Liu Hao's family is located is favored by the local real estate tycoon Ou Benqing and bought it at the lowest price. Ou Benqing is a scumbag and a bastard, and he has to add third grades. Not only did he buy the community at the lowest price, he also sent thugs to sneak into the community in the dark and fight against residents.

Liu Hao's parents were beaten to death on this night, and Liu Hao also lost one leg.

Since then, Liu Hao has no happiness, his job has been lost, his girlfriend has broken up, only pain, torture, grievance, unwillingness... to accompany him!

The hatred between parents is irreconcilable!

Liu Hao was determined to seek justice for his parents, find evidence, submit materials, ask for help, sue, appeal, petition...everything can be used.

Unfortunately, Ou Benqing's power was too great, and there were people from all departments at all levels. Liu Hao ran for three years, spent all his savings, sold his property, but still failed to get a little justice.

Where is justice?

Liu Hao was desperate, and he could only think that justice was in his hands and that he should seek justice. For this reason, he made careful preparations and took advantage of Ou Benqing's opportunity to come to the community and explode Ou Benqing's head with a homemade pistol.

The moment the gun was fired, Liu Hao clearly saw that Ou Benqing's eyes were confused, and he seemed to not believe that he, an industry elite with a wealth of billions, died at the hands of a small person like Liu Hao.

When Ou Benqing's pupils lost their focal length, Liu Hao was particularly happy and had the pleasure of venting wildly, which was a vent of hatred!

This is the pleasure of revenge from parents!

"Go sue me! Go and sue me! There are my brothers in the county, my strong buddies in the city, and my uncle in the province. Can you sue me? Go and petition! I have money, throw some money at will and ask a few pens to get some materials, which will be enough for you to run away!"

Ou Benqing's arrogant voice echoed in Liu Hao's ears.

"So what if you are arrogant? So what if you have billions of wealth? You can't escape death! Death is in the hands of a little man, I!" Liu Hao thought happily, his pupils were dissipated, his vitality was lost, and his soul floated up and drifted towards a ball of light. There is no more Liu Hao in the world.

The only thing Liu Hao left in this world is the "murder weapon": a "pistol" made of a wooden handle, a nail, a bullet shell, and a rubber band. This was done by Liu Hao with a knife and a pliers.

It was with such a simple weapon that Liu Hao exploded Ou Benqing's head, avenged his parents and sought justice for himself!

The front page headlines of the newspaper tomorrow will definitely be reported: Ou Benqing will boast about becoming an elite in the industry, a role model for real estate developers, and a caring philanthropist, while Liu Hao will scold him as a scum, a villain, a criminal, and an anti-social typical...

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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A thunderous sound rang out, and Liu Hao woke up in shock.

Swear to the next door!

"What are you knocking? Knocking Banban to death? Do you need to use such force?" The sound seemed like thunder roaring in your ears. After a while, your ears were still buzzing, almost like running a train. Liu Hao muttered angrily.

"Sister!"

A coldness from the bone flowed all over his body, and Liu Hao couldn't help but suck the cold one.

Liu Hao wanted to turn his neck, but found that his neck was stiff and could not be turned. With a little force, his neck made a creaking sound. It was not turning his neck, but it was almost like twisting his neck like a murderous person, and there were bursts of pain.

I wanted to move my fingers, but I found that my fingers were hard, like the frozen pork in the refrigerator, without any warmth.

The only thing Liu Hao could move was his eyelids. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was black and could not see his five fingers. In addition, it was cold. Liu Hao's heart trembled, and a terrible thought flowed through his heart: "Is it in hell?"

This idea is too ridiculous and unbelievable, but at this moment, Liu Hao really believed that he was in hell, otherwise, how could he be so dark? So cold? There is no one yet?

"Big brother, why did you leave so early?"

"Mr. Wu Xiucai, your life is so hard!"

Just when Liu Hao was shocked, the sound of howlings suddenly sounded, and the sounds sounded like a mourning.

"call!"

Liu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was someone, not in hell: "They are mourning, who died?"

"Oh, Uncle San, why are you here? Wu Xiucai is your young man, he can't take this tribute!" A loud voice rang out.

"Ji'er, when you leave, your second brother's room will be finished! Second brother is just a single seedling!" A slightly old voice sounded, very sad: "Ji'er, you are a big figure in our Wu family. You became the youngest scholar in Guixin County at the age of sixteen! Who will win glory for the Wu family?"

Liu Hao was a little moved when he cried like a decent in the first half. As an elder, it would be great to be so sad. However, the second half was a bit unreasonable. He was not crying for this Wu Xiucai, but the glory of the Wu family.

"Is it ancient?" Liu Hao kept turning his mind: "It should be acting! Which ancient drama did he act?"

"Uncle San, please give me a seat, Miss Yang will give you a gift!" A loud voice rang out, like a thunderclap.

"Uncle Yang's uncle Xie San!" A crisp female voice sounded, quite immature, and I don't know how old she is.

It contains infinite sorrow, and it is sobbing in words and sobbing, and finally finished a sentence. Then, there is a sad cry, which has the power of grief and anger that destroys people's hearts.

Liu Hao heard it in his ears, and he was so sad in his heart. Liu Hao hadn't heard such a sad cry several times. Well, when his parents died in an unfaithful life, Liu Hao hugged their bodies and cried in the sky and the earth, and he was so sad and angry.

So sad, it is definitely not acting, it is a funeral!

"The unknown? A very classical title, usually the widow's claim. The woman's husband died? Yes, it must be like this! This woman is so sad. The couple has a good relationship. It is really a blessing for this dead husband to marry such a wife." Liu Hao thought about it, and his heart aches, remembering his determination when his girlfriend broke up with him. If she died, she would never be as sad as this woman.

"My relatives and friends come forward to express their grief and send Wu Xiucai a ride!" A loud voice rang out again.

Immediately afterwards, a silence of slandering sounded.

"Big brother, your life is so hard!"

"Wu Xiucai, you just left..."

Why does Liu Hao not look like that? It is no different from howling. It is a pity team? Or a relative who can’t beat him?

"Great send to Xiucai Wu!"

As the loud voice sounded, Liu Hao felt his body lightening and threw it upwards.

"Oh my God! I'm in the coffin! I'm the dead Wu Xiucai!"

It doesn't matter if this thrown, almost throwing Liu Hao's soul that had just returned to his position. Liu Hao instantly understood something: in such a dark place, it can only be a coffin! Such a stiff body can only be a person who has died for a long time!

Liu Hao wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth wide and had no sound. He wanted to smash the coffin, but his limbs were stiff, without any warmth, and he was weak.

Liu Hao guessed correctly. He was in the coffin. The coffin was carried by four Ding Zhuang, and walked out of the house and prepared to be buried.

"I won't want to be buried alive, right? I was just shot and buried alive, and then I'll have another one. Why is my life so miserable? People are lucky, and I'm peeing and biting my hands. My luck is even more shitty than this bad luck!" Liu Hao's aura was bitter, but when he was in this mood, he was called "Dai Tiantian was not effective, and he was called "Dai Di Di was not suitable."

But the shouting of "Send Wu Xiucai to the death" came from his ears. This was not the shouting, but Liu Hao heard it, and he almost fainted from the sound of thunder!
Chapter completed!