Chapter 443 The Good Life
"Shut up!" Song Lan hated being called a bastard, hated being looked down upon, and now Song Yan looked at her as if she was a dirty being who was not worthy of talking to her. "I know you are lying, you must have done something! I know you have always been jealous of me, because I am loved by my father, so you work so hard! Song Yan, I didn't expect you to be so mean." "You insulted me like this for revenge! I may be wrong, but this does not change the fact that I was born by my father!"
Song Yan just watched Song Lan desperately deny the truth, she was not in a hurry. When she and her brother were driven out of the Song Mansion by the imposter, they were equally desperate. Because of Chu Lian and her daughter, she and her brother had to live a life of street rats, and even her sister-in-law was driven out of the house because she refused to divorce her brother and marry a rich second-generation. It was such a difficult time that made her always optimistic brother want to shed tears of blood.
For people like Song Lan and Chu Lian, she needs to break it down bit by bit.
"Do you want to convince yourself or me?" After hearing Song Lan's screams, Song Yan interrupted Song Lan.
Song Lan stopped talking and looked at Song Yan in disbelief. She stared at Song Yan in horror. She was right. Why was she screaming like that? Who was she trying to convince?
"This is impossible," she said, her voice trembling and stuttering. "Impossible, he can't be your father, how can there be two Song Dongmings!"
"Why? If there can be two Song Yans, why can't there be two Song Dongmings?" Song Yan frowned and looked down at Song Lan. Song Yan's eyes widened in horror. Seeing her, Song Yan smiled brightly, with sharp cruelty flashing in his eyes. "Your mother can deceive everyone, but Song Lan, do you know?" She lowered her head, staring sharply into Song Lan's eyes, and said, "The people of the Song family are not very tolerant. We will definitely make you and your mother pay the price for what she did."
"You can't kill us! You can't! The Heavenly Master forbids killing people whose hands are not stained with blood. We have never killed anyone... You can't kill me, and you can't kill my mother." Although Song Lan was still denying it, she knew her mother and how ambitious she was from childhood to adulthood. When she lived in the small house, her mother often looked at Song Dongming who was being interviewed on TV with greedy and covetous eyes. She was the kind of woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. There was a feeling that she might have done something behind her back.
Song Lan is now in despair. If she knew that this would be her fate, she would never seek death. Now she can only promise that no matter what, she will not be killed by this woman.
"Kill you?" Song Yan snorted coldly, turned his head, put his hands on his waist, slowly squatted down, and looked at Song Lan below. "Let me tell you, there is no such thing as killing you two. After you messed up my family, do you think I will let you go so easily and kill you in a hurry? No, I will let you two live a life where you want to die but can't."
Song Lan's eyes widened, staring at Song Yan as if he were a demon. She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything. She opened and closed her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. No matter how many times she wanted to speak, she couldn't say a word, which made her feel scared.
Her face was pale, and she watched in horror as Song Yan stood up from the ground and walked to the altar where the old man was making the human skin mask. She raised her hand and wanted to crawl towards the human skin mask. She felt that some very strange thoughts were coming into Song Yan's mind. "No, no, no!"
She screamed and dragged her bleeding legs towards the human skin mask, but Song Yan was faster than her. She leaned over to pick up the mask from the altar, looked at it carefully, turned it with her fingers, and snorted.
"Song Lan, do you like to rob things?" Song Yan asked blankly. She turned her head and smiled brightly at Song Lan's fear. Her eyes became much colder. She clenched the human skin mask in her hand, picked up the blood knife on the ground, and walked towards the pale Song Lan.
With his hands behind his back, Song Yan sneered at Song Lan, and said word by word, "Then I will help you snatch a life that you deserve, a life that should have belonged to you." If your mother hadn't killed my mother, you would be your mother. "
She took out the bloody knife from her back, studied it carefully, and put it on Song Lan's neck, making a deep cut from which blood oozed. "You're going to have a great time. Even if you don't like it, I will."
Listening to Song Yan's horrifying words, Song Lan couldn't hold back any longer. She was already very nervous, and when Song Yan threatened her to die, she couldn't even shout, she rolled her eyes, and fainted directly from fright.