I get stronger every day I live.

Chapter 2 That Night, the Sword Was Stained with Blood, and the Rain Wet My Clothes
The only blacksmith shop in the town.

People nearby can hear loud and clear hammering sounds coming from the blacksmith at a fixed time every day.

The owner of the blacksmith shop is a strong man who has been working as a blacksmith for thirty years.

He is 1.8 meters tall, muscular, dark-skinned, and taciturn, giving people a very oppressive feeling.

That day, Lai Yang went to the blacksmith shop and took out ten taels of silver: "Uncle Li, please make me a sword."

Uncle Li, the blacksmith, didn't stop hammering. He asked indifferently, "What sword do you want?"

"A sword that can kill."

Uncle Li, the blacksmith, paused for a moment, raised his eyelids and looked at the other person deeply: "How long will it take?"

"The sooner the better."

Blacksmith Uncle Li glanced at the silver on the forging table and pointed to the sword box filled with swords: "Go pick one yourself."

After saying that, Uncle Li the blacksmith turned around again and swung the hammer, making a dull and powerful clang sound that shook people's hearts.

Hearing this, Lai Yang said no more, walked into the blacksmith shop and came to the sword box.

He took a careful look at them. The blades of every sword in the sword box were extremely sharp and shone with a cold light. It was obvious that they were not ordinary swords.

Judging from the quality of the swords alone, any one of them would not be expensive, not to mention ten taels of silver, even a hundred taels would not be expensive.

Lai Yang pulled out a sword from the sword box and slowly pressed the tip of his thumb on the blade.

The moment the two came into contact, Lai Yang's defense was easily torn apart, and a trace of bright red blood dyed the sword edge red.

With Lai Yang's current defense, ordinary swords and knives couldn't even break his flesh, but this sword made him bleed just by contact.

If it were dealing with ordinary people, wouldn't it be as easy as cutting tofu?

The sword was sheathed, and Lai Yang bowed with the sword in hand: "Thank you."

Lai Yang turned to leave, and Uncle Li, the blacksmith, suddenly said, "Treat it well."

Lai Yang turned around and found that Uncle Li, the blacksmith, was not looking at him. He was concentrating on hammering the iron. He nodded seriously and said, "I will."

Lai Yang returned home with his sword on his back and stood quietly in front of Zhaodi's grave alone.

He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he should do.

Seven days later.

Lai Yang had some stubble on his face.

He packed his bags and came to Zhaodi's grave again with a gloomy look on his face.

"Zhao Di, I'm leaving. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. I won't forget you."

"After you go down, keep walking forward and don't look back. You are a good person. I hope you will be reborn into a good family in your next life and live a life of wealth and peace. I really have to go now."

Lai Yang looked at Liu Zhaodi's grave reluctantly. The moment he turned around, a breeze blew past like a warm embrace.

Lai Yang took a deep breath and swallowed the choke.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall from the gray sky. The rain wet my clothes and flowed from the corners of my eyes, and a hint of coolness spread over my whole body.

Lai Yang looked up at the sky with a bitter smile on his face: "This weather is really nice."

……

Zhao Zhai.

On a rainy night, the figure of a young man wearing a straw raincoat slowly emerged.

dong dong dong...

On a quiet rainy night, someone knocked on the door of Zhao's house.

After a while, a servant from the Zhao residence opened the door, looked at the visitor and frowned: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Young Master Zhao and Mr. Zhao. Are they in the mansion?" Lai Yang lowered his head and said in a steady voice.

Upon hearing this, the servants of the Zhao residence showed a vigilant look and shouted arrogantly: "How can you see our master and son just because you want to? Get out of here and stop being an eyesore."

After cursing, the servants of Zhao's house wanted to close the door again.

However, the next moment, the door panel was grabbed by a pair of hands. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't close it. He could only watch in horror as the other party slowly walked in.

"have…"

Zheng!
Before the servant of Zhao's house could finish what he wanted to say, a sword beam flashed across his neck, and then a head rolled to the ground. The cut was flat and smooth, and blood kept flowing out, staining the ground red.

"It's late, don't disturb the neighbors, be quiet."

Lai Yang spoke softly, without putting the sword back into the scabbard. Instead, he hid the sword behind him and walked directly into Zhao's house.

Soon, the conspicuous Lai Yang was noticed by the other servants in the mansion. "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you in the mansion before?"

"Where are Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhao?"

"What the hell am I asking you?"

"Noisy."

A sword pointed at the head.

At this moment, a person accidentally passed by and saw the corpse on the ground and the bloody sword in Lai Yang's hand. He was immediately frightened.

Lai Yang flashed in front of her and covered her mouth: "Shh, it's late, don't shout."

"I'm asking you, where are Young Master Zhao and Mr. Zhao? Point me in the direction, and I won't kill you."

The maid's delicate body trembled like a sieve, and she raised her hand tremblingly and pointed in one direction.

"Thank you."

The next moment, the maid's eyes went dark and she fell down.

Lai Yang turned and walked in the direction the maid pointed.

There was a conversation in a room——

"Sir, the master asked you to stay at home and avoid the limelight for the next few days. Let's just listen to the master."

"Hide from the limelight? What limelight do you two need to hide from? You two are not afraid of shit. If anything goes wrong, I will take care of it. I just killed someone, so what kind of woman do I want? That stinky woman didn't know what was good for her. She even tried to play the chaste heroine game with me. She hit her head and died. It's so unlucky to think about it. I've been holding it in for so many days. Tonight I'm going to Xiangyue Tower to get rid of the bad luck. No one can stop me."

squeak~
Hearing the door being pushed open, the three of them stopped talking and subconsciously turned to look.

A young man with water dripping from his straw raincoat walked in wetly.

"You bastard, who the hell let you into my room?" Zhao Qing pointed at the man and cursed him.

"Young Master, step back!" The two guards immediately protected Zhao Qing behind them and looked at the newcomer with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Zhao Qing seemed to realize something all of a sudden, and his face tightened slightly.

"Are you Mr. Zhao Qing?"

Lai Yang raised his head, staring at Zhao Qing with a pair of deep, dark pupils, and asked calmly.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Young Master Zhao's bedroom? You are tired of living." A guard shouted sternly.

He spoke loudly, trying to attract more people's attention in the mansion.

However, Lai Yang didn't take the other party's little trick seriously. He took a few steps forward slowly and said, "Do you still remember the woman you forced to death seven days ago? Her name was Liu Zhaodi."

"So you're here to avenge that bitch. That bitch, I tried to persuade her with kind words but she refused to listen and forced me to resort to violence. Before she died, that bitch was still shouting a man's name, 'Lai Yang, save me'. That man couldn't be you, could he? Hahaha..."

Seeing the two guards protecting him, Zhao Qing suddenly became bolder, with a look of disdain and ridicule on his face.

"You're right. I failed to protect her when she was alive. After her death, as a man, I must seek justice for her."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two guards rushed towards Lai Yang at the same time.

Lai Yang raised his hand and swung his sword. Two terrifying sword lights instantly split the two men's bodies in two, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Zhao Qing screamed in horror and collapsed to the ground, a fishy smell spreading.

"No, don't come over here, don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want, money, or women. If you want women, I can give you some more beautiful women. Don't kill me."

Lai Yang's eyes were cold as he cut off Zhao Qing's third leg with one sword, causing him to faint on the spot from the pain.

However, Lai Yang did not intend to let him go so easily. He stabbed him several times and cut off his limbs.

During this period, he woke up in pain several times and passed out again. It was like he was in hell, a life worse than death.

Faced with the tearful pleas for mercy, Lai Yang showed no mercy until he felt it was meaningless. With the last sword, he cut off Zhao Qing's head and held it in his hand.

Lai Yang felt his stomach churning, and he couldn't help but dry heave a few times.

"Hurry, the young master is in danger!"

At this moment, there were dense footsteps coming from the courtyard outside the door. It was the servants of the Zhao Mansion who heard the noise and rushed over with weapons.

Lai Yang wiped the corner of his mouth and lifted Zhao Qing's head.

One man, one sword, walked out of the room.

That night, dozens of people in the Zhao family, including Mr. Zhao and his son, died in a bloodbath.

On the same night, the county magistrate died suddenly at home.

The murderer hung the heads of the three men at the gate of the county government office.

(End of this chapter)