Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

Lu Jiacheng's murmur was like a ray of sunshine in hell.

This instantly stunned Lu Weiguo.

Guilt, sadness, and heartbreak filled me with heartache as I looked at Lu Jiacheng.

After subconsciously thinking he was dead, he didn't blame his parents; instead, he thought about the promise he had made to himself.

My promise to be a man and take care of my mother and sister.

"ah!!"

Lu Weiguo gripped Wang Jiawen's hand even tighter.

At this moment, Wang Jiawen's face had been rubbed against the wall until it was deformed.

The painful groans that were emitted echoed continuously in the cave.

The desperate sound terrified even the little child.

Dazhuang carried Jiacheng out.

Lu Weiguo stared intently at the child, not daring to let him move even slightly.

He didn't mind and kicked the little boy in the chest.

"Sweetie, Uncle Dazhuang is holding you. You're safe now, okay? We're not uncomfortable anymore."

Despite the excruciating pain within him, Liu Dazhuang carefully held Lu Jiacheng in his arms.

Unbutton his clothes so that the feverish body could directly contact his own body temperature.

The clothes, which had been mostly dried by the fire, were draped over Lu Jiacheng's body, and he stepped aside, no longer caring about anything else.

She only recognized Lu Jiacheng in her arms, unless she herself died.

Otherwise, no one can take it away.

"Don't want to die? Fine, you're quite capable. It would be a waste to let someone like you die directly."

Lu Weiguo was furious.

They pulled the human trafficker out like they were carrying a little chick.

He casually took out the freshly boiled water and poured it directly onto the trafficker's face.

"You think you can hide your true identity? I'll see who you really are!!"

Zzz~~~

Boiling water streamed down the human trafficker's face.

Then his entire face contorted and deformed, and his scalp and ears instantly became red and swollen.

Then came the fist-sized blisters.

Lu Weiguo reached out and ripped off the distorted face.

The skin on my face, scalded by boiling water, was like a plastic sheet that could be torn off easily.

He threw his entire head of white hair into the fire.

Black hair, pale face, except for the red, swollen blisters around her face.

The human trafficker was scratching his cheeks; he was unusually fair-skinned.

He looks to be in his thirties or forties.

Perhaps because it was the first time it had shown its true face, even the little child who came out of the cave was so surprised by its appearance that he couldn't close his mouth.

The blinding sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the human trafficker's face.

He was breathing heavily, seemingly more concerned about showing his face than about the burns from the hot water.

He kept scratching his cheeks with his hands.

"No! I was wrong, please, let me go, please don't kill me, please don't kill me."

Without Lu Weiguo even needing to grab him, he immediately knelt on the ground and buried his face in the pine needle-covered hillside.

The sharp pine needles pierced his face, as if to soothe him.

A groan actually came from his throat.

"Dazhuang, keep an eye on him."

Now that things have come to this, Lu Weiguo is no longer in a hurry.

The person was already beyond saving, and Wangcai was lying in wait there.

He turned around and took Lu Jiacheng from Liu Dazhuang's arms.

Feeling the warmth on his forehead, Lu Weiguo trembled with heartache.

"Baby, be good, it's Daddy. Hang in there, we'll take you down the mountain to see a doctor soon, okay? Hang in there!"

Don't forget you also need to protect Mom and your sister!

Lu Weiguo used all his strength to hold Lu Jiacheng in his arms.

It's like wanting to integrate him into your body.

The ferocity in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by tenderness and heartache.

"Dazhuang, wet that thing with cold water and shove it into his mouth to shut him up!"

Hearing the human trafficker's painful screams, Lu Weiguo felt extremely irritated.

Yellow rice cakes, boiled in a cup of hot water.

Because it's a mixture of different types of rice, the temperature isn't as high as that of real yellow rice.

But that's enough for now.

There was not a trace of pity in Lu Weiguo's eyes; this was the most basic procedure for dealing with human traffickers in Northeast China.

Dip the glutinous rice in cold water.

After being ingested, the cold water dissolves it, leaving only the scalding hot temperature exceeding one hundred degrees Celsius.

Yellow rice is very sticky and sticks directly to the intestines and stomach.

The intense heat repeatedly seared the body's organs.

It won't kill you, and it will precisely reach deep into the brain.

I felt the pain of every part of my body being roasted.

Even the King of Hell's roll call couldn't be more impressive.

However, this is not real yellow rice.

The human trafficker was grabbed by the hair by Liu Dazhuang and pulled up.

Next, pour cold water over the millet rice.

They grabbed a handful and stuffed it directly into the trafficker's mouth.

Perhaps the intense pain had rendered him unable to swallow.

The scalding hot yellow rice directly touched my mouth and throat.

His face twisted with jealousy instantly, his eyes practically bulging out.

He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound; his expression was as if he had suffered endless torment.

It terrified him even more than a vengeful ghost demanding his life.

Lu Weiguo originally intended to torment him here and prevent him from leaving the deep mountains.

Only by tormenting oneself to the very last moment can one find relief from the heartache and resentment.

However, Lu Jiacheng's condition could not withstand such a delay.

He stepped forward, pulled a fruit knife from his waist, and was about to end the human trafficker's life.

"Brothers who defend our country!!"

Right now!

Director Xiong's voice came from not far away.

Lu Weiguo was stunned for a moment.

In that brief moment of hesitation, dozens of people emerged from the tall weeds.

Behind Chief Xiong were several forest police officers in formal attire.

Behind them was a group of hunters dressed in ordinary clothes, each leading a dog.

"Don't do it, don't do it! I know you hate him. I'm here. I'll make him wish he were dead."

"Whatever you do, don't do it! Once you get blood on your hands, you can't wash it off!"

Director Xiong's round body burst forth with unprecedented strength.

She scrambled over to Lu Weiguo's side.

Then, looking pleadingly at Lu Weiguo, she slowly raised her hand and took the fruit knife from his hand.

"The child has a fever, his face is all red. Saving the child is the priority. Don't worry, leave the rest to me. If you're not satisfied with my explanation..."

I will bring my head to you, my brother from Wei, believe me.

This was the first time Director Xiong had ever seen such a scene.

There lay a man covered in blood, his chin half gone, on the ground, his fate unknown.

With those big eyes, it's like he died with his eyes open.

Over here, the man's face was covered with small red spots, except for the pustules around his cheeks, and he was breathing hot air from his open mouth.

It's as if everything inside is cooked through.

His eyes were wide open, filled with whites, while the pupils were locked together. Even if Lu Weiguo didn't make a move, he was clearly not going to survive!

"Be careful!"

At that moment, the little boy who had been squatting at the entrance of the cave suddenly cried out.

Lu Weiguo looked in the direction of the voice and saw the little boy staring in horror at the trafficker's right hand with six fingers outstretched.

On the sixth finger, a unique pull ring had just been pulled out.

A perfectly round, small iron ball rolled down the palm of my hand!