The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

Chapter 311 The heroine is here, anyone who refutes her will die - Song Jinshu 10

Seeing how vicious Zhao Zhilin was, Song Tianbao had no choice but to say that this was the medium of space.

Without saying a word, Zhao Zhilin, that bastard, took up the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the red mole.

But the thing was not his. When the dagger pierced the red mole, the mole completely disappeared.

After the space disappeared, Song Tianbao also lost consciousness. Zhao Zhilin became angry and ordered people to interrogate Song Tianbao.

Song Tianbao's delicate skin and tender flesh could not withstand the cruel violence at all, and she was soon tortured to death by them.

When Song Tianbao thought of this, her eyes were filled with hatred. She wanted revenge and wanted to kill everyone who hurt her.

But now she doesn’t even know where the space is, how can she take revenge?

She couldn't understand why the space was moving away from her.

"How dare you be distracted? You really don't take me seriously." The man found out that she was distracted, and slapped Song Tianbao on the face several times with such great force that Song Tianbao's beautiful face immediately swelled up.

"Pooh." The man spat and left with his pants picked up.

Then someone else came, but they didn’t know that the man was killed by Feng Qi before he even walked out of the woods.

Although Song Tianbao is a good-for-nothing, keeping such a person alive is a disaster.

Besides, he had hurt the original owner’s family in his previous life, so let them die!

That night, Song Tianbao didn't know how many tears she shed, nor how much torture she endured.

When Mrs. Song found her, she was lying on the ground like a rag doll, looking very miserable.

"Tianbao, Tianbao, how could you, my daughter, have to endure this? Why didn't God send down thunder to kill those damned people?"

Mrs. Song's crying startled Song Tianbao, who was daydreaming. She wiped the tears from her face and said in a bad tone, "Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying? What's there to cry about? I'm already like this. Why are you crying in front of me? Are you disgusting me?"

"Tianbao, how can you talk like that? You don't even ask what happened to us?"

"Mother also feels sorry for you. Mother also wanted to save you. But we were tied up by them." Listening to her daughter's sarcastic words, Mrs. Song felt distressed and tried her best to explain.

"I won't listen, I won't listen. You are tied up, but I am suffering from these tortures."

"You are not my mother, go away and don't let me see you, go away..." She shouted in a hoarse voice at Mrs. Song and Song Yanshan who was rushing over.

Song Tianbao can't hear anything now. She just wants to kill people, kill everyone who hurts her.

"Tianbao, mother will put clothes on you. Put clothes on you." Mrs. Song looked at the scars on her daughter's body and felt great pain in her heart.

"Take a break and stop shouting. I feel bad for you..."

"No, I can put it on myself. Get out of here, get out of here..." Song Tianbao was tortured to the point of insanity, and she couldn't accept what had happened to her.

"Tianbao..." Mrs. Song helped her sit up, and Song Tianbao gritted her teeth and pushed hard.

Mrs. Song's body suddenly fell backwards, and unfortunately, she fell directly on the broken bamboo.

The sharp bamboo pierced her back, and bright red blood quickly gushed out, staining the ground red.

"Ah..." Mrs. Song looked like a large meat skewer, which made people feel terrified.

When she died, Mrs. Song saw everything that had happened.

She hasn't become a noble lady yet, hasn't enjoyed wealth and glory yet, she is unwilling to die now!

Hearing Mrs. Song's screams, Song Yanshan also ran over. Seeing his wife dying with her eyes open, tears flowed from his eyes.

Looking at Song Tianbao who was getting dressed beside him, he wanted to question her but then he remembered his ruthless tone just now. He picked up the half bamboo pole on the ground and stabbed it hard into her heart.

"You die too. After you die, you will be buried with your mother. I don't have a daughter as cruel as you..." Song Yanshan had a good relationship with his wife, and he could not accept the sad news of his wife's death.

Bamboo is not a knife, nor does it have Xihe's spiritual power, it can only pierce Song Tianbao's skin.

Looking at the blood on his body, Song Tianbao showed a disdainful smile and said coldly: "You are also a waste. You can't even protect your own daughter and son. What's the point of you living?"

"What's the point of me living? If you hadn't made such a fuss along the way, wouldn't your brother have lost his life?"

"Your mother was kind enough to come see you, but you pushed her up there and stabbed her to death. Are you still human? Do you still have a conscience?"

"I'm not. I never said I was your daughter. Why do you want me to be your biological child?" Song Tianbao retorted to Song Yanshan nonchalantly.

Song Yanshan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He recalled his daughter's abnormal behavior in the past and found it very unusual.

He recalled what happened to Song Tianbao and found many unusual things.

She is a little girl with no financial resources, so how does she have so many good things?

Before being exiled, soldiers broke into her house and all the gold, silver, jewelry, books, calligraphy and paintings disappeared. Could it be her who did it?

Then... where did his biological daughter go?

Was she an evil spirit that possessed her daughter and devoured her daughter's soul?

Song Yanshan felt heartbroken at the thought of this. His beloved daughter used to be so well-behaved, but now she had become so rebellious that he hadn't even noticed.

If he had been discovered earlier, he could have found someone to save his daughter, but unfortunately it was too late now.

"Why aren't you talking? A loser like you deserves to die." Song Tianbao hasn't realized the problem yet, she is still talking.

"Bang bang bang!"

Since he couldn't kill her, Song Yanshan gritted his teeth, raised the bamboo pole in his hand, and hit Song Tianbao hard on the head.

It hit her again and again, each time harder than the last. Soon, a hole appeared on Song Tianbao's head, and bright red liquid flowed down her cheek.

"You are not my daughter, you are a wandering ghost."

"You hurt my daughter. You're buried with my wife and daughter. Die, you evil ghost. Die..."

If Song Yanshan keeps waving the bamboo pole in his hand like a madman, Song Tianbao will definitely pay the price with his life.

Song Tianbao had lost all her strength after being tossed around all night, and she was no match for Song Yanshan at all.

Feeling severe pain, she couldn't even escape and could only look at Song Yanshan in despair.

"Dad, I'm Tianbao, I'm your beloved Tianbao, you can't do this to me..." Song Tianbao was scared when she saw Song Yanshan with a vicious face, and she pleaded in despair.