Third-younger Lin’s legs were twisted into a grotesque shape, looking like a pair of snapped branches. The hunting trap had bitten deep into his flesh, its brand-new, polished teeth glinting coldly in the moonlight.
Upon seeing Lin Moyang, Liu Huiru immediately began to howl and wail. "Oh, you cursed, rebellious, short-lived brat! How dare you set traps in your own field? You’ve ruined my poor Third-younger! He was just passing by, and your trap has crippled him! Heaven, open your eyes and look! Take this menace away, please, oh, woe is me..."
Lin Changming lay in a pool of blood, his face drained of all color, emitting shrill, agonizing cries. Lin Zhensheng and Lin Changsheng gritted their teeth, glaring at Lin Moyang as if they could swallow him whole.
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