Chapter 1773: How Thick Is Your Skin?

"You people are all petty villains; once you gain power, you forget the pain, so there is nothing to discuss with you," Chen Yu sneered.

"At a time of life and death for your family, you actually thought of using this to offset my anger?"

"Mr. Chen, I know this approach might make you feel repulsed, but we truly have no other way. I beg you, for the sake of the fact that we... have not had it easy all these years, let us go this once," Songyi Xingchao said in a tone bordering on supplication.

"You haven't had it easy? Haha, how can you have the thick skin to say such things?" Chen Yu laughed loudly: ""

"Mr. Chen, we... have already done what should be done; can you not let us go?" Songyi Xingchao looked at Chen Yu, a trace of anger already appearing in his eyes.

He felt that he had personally killed his own clansmen and twisted off the heads of the other party's family members just to beg for Chen Yu's forgiveness, but looking at Chen Yu's current appearance, it seemed there was not the slightest intention to let their family go.

"Why should I let you go? When your ancestors picked up the butcher's knife and hacked at our innocent compatriots, did you ever think about letting them go?" Chen Yu said coldly: "The people of your family all deserve to die, because even after more than sixty years, you still refuse to repent."

"Since you don't feel you were wrong, then go find your ancestors in the underworld."

"Also, let me tell you one thing: I am not as cruel as you; I will not ruthlessly kill children under fourteen." Chen Yu glanced at the several heads; among them were several children under ten years old.

"What did you say? You could have let them go? If you had let me do it, my youngest son wouldn't have died, right?" Songyi Chi suddenly raised his head, his expression miserable.

"I am not as cruel as you, nor will I absolutely wipe you out to the last man, although every one of your clansmen has blood on their hands, children are children after all." Chen Yu shook his head: "Songyi Chi, didn't expect it, did you? The one who killed your own child was your own clansman."

"Ah... why? Why do this? You are the ones who killed my child; you are all murderers." Songyi Chi was near a breakdown; he shrieked and lunged at Songyi Xingchao, and unarmed, he opened his mouth and bit at Songyi Xingchao's ear.

Caught off guard, Songyi Xingchao's face was instantly covered in blood; he let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground with a thud, and Songyi Chi pounced on him, tearing and biting at him.

No one intervened, because everyone's heart had turned cold; after all, Chen Yu's words just now were very clear: he could not possibly let anyone at the scene go.

"Good, very good. How about this: we decide your life and death by the method of raising Gu?" Chen Yu suddenly smiled, looking at another Elder: "Do you know what Gu is?"

"I, I know, I've heard a little about it." That Elder nodded tremblingly.

Regarding the Gu of Huaxia, he had indeed heard a little: it is to put several kinds of poisonous insects together, then let them kill and devour each other, and the one that survives to the end is called Gu.

And this Gu, gathering the strengths of several poisons, becomes exceptionally toxic and also becomes extremely powerful.

"You hold weapons and attack each other; the one who survives in the end, I can let him go." Chen Yu smiled slightly and spread his hands: "I won't make a move; you solve it yourselves. Remember, only by fighting with all your might and attacking the other party will you have a glimmer of survival."

Everyone's expression changed; they couldn't help but look at the people beside them, their eyes already filled with coldness.

Suddenly, someone roared first and attacked the person beside them, and immediately the scene turned chaotic.

Everyone tried their best to find weapons around them and, as if gone mad, attacked the people beside them; for a time, there were continuous screams and flesh and blood flying in the room.

Chen Yu walked out slowly; he couldn't be bothered to watch this scene.

There are deep-rooted flaws in human nature, especially in large families like the Songyi Family; they have no concept of family affection at all, and at the critical moment of life and death, they will crazily attack others to save their own lives.

"Mr. Chen, are you not going to do it yourself?" After stepping out, he met Zhao Ping; this guy couldn't hold back after all and ran over, wanting to see the scene.

But he saw Chen Yu walking out of the hall, while sounds of fighting and killing still rang out from inside, which made him feel a bit puzzled.

"They are busy killing each other." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "Don't worry about them; no one can survive to the end."

"Killing each other? Then that's no fun." Zhao Ping was suddenly a bit discouraged; this guy was a hot-blooded youth, and deep down he had a heart full of passion; his great-grandfather's experience made him extremely hostile toward the Songyi Family.

"What are you thinking? Let's go, it's too cruel." Chen Yu shook his head, then he turned back and glanced at the hall; he could only hear the continuous screams and sounds of fighting coming from inside; clearly, the battle inside was very intense.

He curled his right hand, and a Talisman appeared; the Talisman instantly enlarged, and in an instant, it surrounded the hall, followed by a ball of fire that shot into the sky.

The sounds of fighting inside instantly turned into screams and wails; Chen Yu did not look back again, turned around, and left this place. A moment later, the Songyi Family's iconic hall turned into ashes, and from then on, this family disappeared into the long river of history.

On a small island in the middle of a lake, Beiwu Xiong was writing furiously with a calligraphy brush.

And beside him sat a small purple clay teapot, a set of tea utensils, and the cup contained clear yellow tea soup.

Beiwu Xiong was very fond of Huaxia culture; he was proficient in calligraphy, painting, and the tea ceremony. He also sighed that the Huaxia nation was a nation that created miracles, and the Huaxia culture, which possessed thousands of years of cultural heritage, was truly incomparable to their small nation.

While envying the profoundness of Huaxia culture, he lamented the barrenness of the land of Fusang and the lack of national territory.

"Father, news has come from over there. Except for children around ten years old and a small number of women, the rest of the Songyi Family have all turned to ashes in their Songling Hall." Xingzi handed over a report: "This is a report investigated by the Security Bureau. The cause of the report is that the Songyi Family gathering accidentally caused a fire; their direct descendants, from the Head of Family down to the youth, were all burned to death."

"Notify the media, issue a letter of condolence, and have the whole nation mourn the Songyi Family. Just write the report like that and submit it. If anyone has any objections, find a way to make them shut up." Beiwu Xiong took out the report, read it carefully, and after confirming there were no loopholes, pushed it back.