A severe pain came from my neck and I fell into a coma.
. . . . . .
When I woke up, I found myself lying on the ground, with the back of my head wet.
I touched it and seemed to be a liquid that flowed down from it.
I looked up and looked up, it was my father’s feet.
I stood up so scared that I realized that my father was hanging in the air.
A hemp rope was formed on the beam of the house, and my father hung it on the hemp rope.
The liquid on my body was probably my dad’s urine, because my dad’s pants were wet.
My father hanged and urinated all over me.
And the sun had already shot into the room at this moment, and it was the next morning.
I reached out and touched my father’s body was already cold.
I shouted in fear, and the steps outside came.
Han Dong was the one who broke in first, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.
The hammer behind him hit the uppermost rope, and the rope was broken directly.
Dad fell to the ground, and Han Dong ran over and touched his father’s neck.
After that, Han Dong shook his head and said, “I have been dead for a long time, and the body is already cold.”
I cried out directly, and Han Dong said lightly, “What happened yesterday?”
I said in a trembling voice, “I got home yesterday and was shot faint by my father. After I woke up, my father hung it on it, and then I shouted you guys and came in.”
“Sir, what should I do?” said the imperial adventurer behind Han Dong.