"What do you think then?" The man glanced at Xiaoqian and said with a smile, "No need to hide anymore, I won't hurt you."
"Why are you doing this?" Xiaoqian asked.
"Why? I don't know myself. Maybe it was when I found out that my father was driven to death, I went mad. I wanted to kill all those who hurt my father, but I couldn't. I could only think of other ways."
Tears rolled down the middle-aged man's eyes, seemingly telling a tragic history.
The middle-aged man's name was Liu Yu. His father, Liu Mu, bought this mountain ten years ago. Originally, the old man just wanted to plant some bamboo on the mountain, where he could stroll around. It was simply a bit of joy for his old age.
