Ignoring the permeating dust, he took a deep breath as he looked down at the deep hole on the ground.
His expression was so gloomy it seemed as if it could drip water.
His rage seemed as if it could burn everything to ashes.
Zhu Ying rummaged through the ruins to pull out all the ancestral tablets, and then took out a small knife from his bosom. But suddenly remembering something, he dragged his dying brother over.
"Big... Big brother..." Zhu Sun, dazed and panicked from excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen to the brain, weakly cried out in horror, "What... what are you going to do?!"
"I'm using your last breath, you waste!" Zhu Ying grabbed Zhu Sun by the hair to expose his neck and held the small knife with the blade against Zhu Sun's throat.
"Don't! Brother... there's still hope for me..."
"Shut up!!" Zhu Ying slashed fiercely, creating a gaping wound across his brother's throat.
Blood spurted out in large quantities.
