"Dad, I'm unfilial, a rebellious son. But I didn't have the courage to admit it, causing the mistake to grow bigger and irrevocable," Xu Tianhu murmured to himself, as if lost in a trance.
Then he casually reached behind his back and pulled out a small handgun, pressing it violently against the right side of his head.
Elder Xu's heart suddenly lurched, and he quickly reached out, trying to stop him, shouting, "No..."
"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, elder brother. Farewell..."
"Bang!"
His hand went limp, and the handgun clattered to the ground.
Blood sprayed from Xu Tianhu's head, his body collapsed to the ground, face up to the sky. Blood pooled and spread, staining the ground red.
His eyes, still open, caught the crimson twilight of the evening sky. His mouth twitched, squeezing out a semblance of relief.
In less than two seconds, his body jerked and he was completely dead, his sinful hands ending his sinful life.
Elder Xu trembled violently, then fell unconscious.