Asshole.

Sun Zhuohang remembered that Lu Xiaolai had said the same thing about him.

It doesn't matter. It's over soon. After today, everything is over.

Sun Zhuohang lowered his head and laughed coldly: "ha ha... You all go to die!"

He unscrewed the oil and splashed it on the stairs. Yan Weizheng's back was also splashed a lot. Yan Wei kicked the door lock with his feet, and kept hitting the door with his body, so he had no time for anything else.

Sun Zhuohang took out a lighter from his pocket, rubbed it to light a fire, threw it on the oil, and turned to walk downstairs.

The fire flashed up, and the whole staircase burned into a sea of fire. It burned to the room on the third floor with irresistible momentum. The smell of vegetable oil filled the air.

Yan Weizheng quickly took off his coat, stamped out the fire on his clothes, covered several piles of vegetable oil fires nearby, and covered his mouth and nose to hit the door desperately.

The fire was burning behind him, but sun Zhuohang walked slowly to the second floor, picked up his suitcase and went down.

The front door set a trap, he also lied to his father that the money would be paid to the account, so that he could escape from behind when the fire started. There's no way that drunkard didn't notice the fire.

Even if he didn't notice, sun Zhuohang didn't plan to take care of him.

Before going downstairs, there was a scream in the hall on the first floor.

It's the voice of the old drunkard.

The entrance of the stairs was facing the hall. Sun Zhuohang stopped on the stairs down the second floor, covered his face and laughed.

It's Yan Weizheng's fault that he came so soon, otherwise he would have slipped away.

The big deal is to die with Gu canzhao. He and his parents are reunited in another world, and the result is good.

But why did he die? They are the damned ones!

Sun Zhuohang's eyes suddenly became grim. He let go of his suitcase and went down the stairs with a knife in his hand.

In the hall, sun's father's back was cut with a big cut of more than 20 centimeters, and blood kept pouring out. Gu canzhao's bloody hands hold Sun Fu's neck and press him against the wall. Sun Fu's hands are loose and have been broken.

Gu canzhao's dark and cold eyes fell on sun Zhuohang on the stairs.

"As for her, give her back to me."

"Gu! Disabled! Photo! You ruined my life

Sun Zhuohang's face was ferocious and full of hatred. He rushed up with a knife!

Gu canzhao looks at him coldly, grabs sun Zhuohang's wrist, twists his backhand, and the knife comes out of sun Zhuohang's hand.

"Where is she?"

"Ha ha ha! Master gu! Lu Xiaolai is gone! You're the one who hurt her! It's all because of you! Because of you

Gu canzhao squints his eyes and punches him mercilessly, kicking him in the stomach.

Sun Zhuohang was kicked two meters away and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, revealing his red teeth stained with blood. He laughed: "master Gu, you're late... You can't save Lu Xiaolai, just like you didn't save Gu Wanliang!"

Gu canzhao strode forward, stepped on his chest, black muzzle against his forehead: "tell me where she is."

"Ha ha ha ha! She's dead! You love her so much, go to die with her

Guns... That's guns.

Sun Zhuohang was not surprised at all, but sun's father opened his eyes in horror and yelled, "upstairs! People are in the attic

Gu canzhao grabs sun Zhuohang's clothes and hat and drags him upstairs. Sun's father's arms hang limply and his teeth follow him.

The room on the third floor has been burned in a mess. Black smoke is coming from the balcony on the third floor, and the fire is still expanding