C12 The Most Humiliated Male Lead

The Ma Mansion gate had long since collapsed on the side.

The inner and outer court was also filled with rubble.

A faint black smoke emanated from the sloping beam.

All around them were servants covered in blood.

I barged into the Inner court, hoping that my mother was not in the room.

Pushing open the unlocked door, the sight in front of me immediately made my body tremble. A naked, snow-white corpse of a young girl was unexpectedly placed in the middle of the room, from her well-developed chest to her flat lower abdomen. A two inch deep wound was still spurting blood, and the most shocking part was the gore on her lower body.

"Xiao Qing …" A person behind him could not help but cry out in surprise. It was Zhao Cheng.

I strode in and went straight into the bedroom and stood in front of the little door, my hands shaking so that I couldn't bring myself to push it open.

Zhao Cheng was already crying behind me. I gently opened the last door. The wooden door creaked, but it was as if a sharp blade had ruthlessly sliced through my heart. I still had to face the fear in my heart by myself …

A strong smell of blood entered my nostrils, and my right hand, which had pushed open the door, froze in mid-air. I felt numb all over my body, and my feet trembled as I walked towards the bed.

Mom's situation was not any worse than Xiao Qing's. Her long hair was scattered all over her body, and her fair cheeks and full chest were covered in clear dark red finger marks. The blood and flesh that flowed out from her lower body clearly showed me the humiliation she had just experienced — what a hellish humiliation! The fatal wound was a thin red line on his neck, almost undetectable. It was at his throat, and the bed was covered in blood. His right hand, which was already pale, was tightly holding onto a piece of cloth.

I gently held my mother's wrist and loosened my mother's right hand fingers. Her knuckles were already so pale from holding them tightly that they were almost broken by me.

The thin threads of golden silk were clearly far different from the clothes worn by ordinary soldiers. I stared at the expensive, delicate fabric. I knew who it was.

I stood silently in front of this bedroom door, the small fist of a ten-year-old child, holding this piece of clothing tightly in his hand.

Then, I tore off my outer robe and tightly wrapped my mother's body around it. I forcefully lifted it horizontally and walked out of the room.

Zhao Cheng was still kneeling on the ground beside Xiao Qing's head, crying. I walked over slowly, looked at them, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, bury her."

He and Xiao Qing entered the Ma family almost at the same time. Both of them had been together for a long time. Mother had intentionally betrothed Xiao Qing to him a month ago. Unexpectedly, they were separated forever …

I knew that it was indeed sad for a lover to die and that any language would appear pale and weak at this moment. However, I raised my voice and shouted, "Zhao Cheng!"

Zhao Cheng quivered all over. His teary eyes looked at me. When he saw the face of the person I was hugging in my arms, he was stunned and said, "Young Master, Ma'am, she …"

"Dead." I thought I was going to shiver, but the calmness with which I said those two words surprised even myself.

Zhao Cheng's tears, which had been gradually stopping, once again began to flow down like a spring as he said infatuatedly, "Madame, Madame, she's dead. Dead, both of them are dead …" He took off his robe and wrapped it tightly around Xiao Qing as he followed me out of the house.

The moment the two of us left the Inner court, Ma Dai and a few of his followers arrived. When Ma Dai saw the two female corpses in our arms, his face immediately went pale and his lips were bloodless.

One of my followers quickly rushed forward to hug my mother from my embrace, but my hands were tightly wrapped around her body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't carry her away, so he could only blankly watch as I, a ten-year-old child, carried my own mother's corpse step by step towards the door.

"Big brother, let me help you …" Ma Dai stretched out his hand to help me up. I struggled for a moment, and this child unexpectedly was as stubborn as usual. He grabbed my mother's waist and legs and walked out with me. I glanced at him twice. His eyes were already filled with tears.

After walking for two hours, Ma Dai and I dug a simple grave one by one and slowly put Mother's corpse in it. Mother's eyes were tightly shut, but I could feel the love in her eyes.

I slowly pushed the soil outside the grave back and piled it up. After finishing this simple and crude little bumpkin, my entire body collapsed and actually fell onto the pile of dirt.

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"Chao Er!" A shout of surprise woke me up from my stupor. The person in front of me was Old Man Shou Cheng. He picked me up and hugged me. "Dead."

I clearly felt that Shou Cheng's father was trembling all over. He also saw the two graves in front of him, "Is that so …" He was muttering, too, but I was suffocated by the sudden strength in my father's arms.

I turned to look behind him. There are thousands more of us, thousands more who have lost their helmets and fallen! Remnants!

At the same time, I saw my young second brother Ma Tie, third brother Ma Xiu, being coaxed by the maids to not cry out loud.

I also saw Big Sis Marvin a little further away, she was still staring at them, although the night was getting darker, I could clearly see the tears in her eyes.

I also saw Pang Yi and his two sons half-lying under a tree not far away. Pang Rou and Pang De supported their father and remained silent. Half of the arrow's tail was still stuck on Pang Yi's chest, while a frightening shade of dark red seeped out of his lower abdomen. His eyes were tightly shut, while the corner of his mouth seemed to still be faintly smiling like in the past …

He's dead too!

"Dad." I ruthlessly pinched Ma Teng's right arm, which was standing in front of my mother's grave, as if waking up from a dream. He lowered his head and said, "Chao Er, I was useless. I caused your mother's tragic death …"

I gritted my teeth and said with hatred, "I will personally kill that son of a b * tch, Han Sui!"

Ma Teng trembled and said hoarsely, "Chao Er, how, how did you know it was Han Sui?" Astonished, he ignored the vulgarity of what I had just said.

I threw that luxurious piece of clothing to him and coldly said. "If it wasn't for this beast, who else would be in West Cold?!"

Ma Teng nodded without a word, but he didn't even look at the corner of his shirt.

Han Sui's clothes stuck to his dad's body as they slowly fell off.

"Dad, in the future, we won't have much time to relax and enjoy ourselves. It's time to show them some colors." I raised my voice.

Ma Teng stared at me with a complicated expression.

"We must let old thief Han see. Our Ma Family, not only is it a West Cold, we can also contend for hegemony!" I said this in a low but very strong voice.

Ma Teng still stared at me for a long time before he finally let out a breath of relief. "Chao Er, you really aren't an ordinary person! I, Ma Teng, will definitely get my revenge! Han Sui, Dogfish, just you wait! "

My father, who had calmed down a lot, told me many things. There were many conflicts between the eight troops under Han Sui and my Ma Family, but last month, Cheng Yin had led troops to raid the horses that my Ma Family was herding outside of the city, and they tried to snatch thousands of horses under the clear sky. Unexpectedly, Pang Yi, who came to rescue me, was pushed back in time, but Han Sui turned a deaf ear to my father's warning.

His father, who was patrolling around the city, was caught unawares by the crowd on the street and was rescued by the army led by Pang Yi. Father hastily gathered his troops, while Pang Yi led janitor to slaughter his way into the city to rescue the families of the generals, but who knew that Han Sui had already planned long ago for the rescue of the Inner court to be as tight as an iron bucket. Pang Yi's military strength was far from sufficient, only able to save Ma Xiu and the rest.

The old man said that Pang Yi's eyes were fixed on him before he died, so this enmity must be included in his grudge.

Dead, dead, all dead.

But, wasn't all this supposed to have happened when Ma Chao was around 20 years old? It's possible that history is not accurate. Who told the Ma family to be the remote masters of the West Cold? I don't have any deep research on them, so I was finally deceived by my own prophet.

Only ten years old, and I can't stop anything! Fighting for supremacy in this world, was this something that could be accomplished with a single sentence?

Han Sui, Han Sui!