Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The gate to the neighboring courtyard was suddenly flung open, and two shirtless men rushed out.

Gou Sheng was carrying a hoe, and Tie Dan was holding a pig-slaughtering knife. Their eyes were wide open like copper bells, and their fleshy faces trembled.

"Where is it?"

Gou Sheng's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"That one! The one in the blue shirt!"

Liu Cuihua pointed the axe at the alley entrance.

"He has money on him! Thirty or forty thousand! And there's a five hundred thousand reward! Let's apprehend him, split the money, and hand him over to the police station to claim the reward!"

Her voice trembled when she spoke.

excited.

Five hundred thousand.

Thirty to forty thousand in cash.

The total is 540,000.

She had never seen so much money in her life.

Gousheng and Tiedan exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with greed.

I don't care who you are.

No matter how many people you've killed.

Once you enter Shikan Village, you have to leave your belongings behind.

This is the rule of Shikan Village.

The three men, armed with axes, hoes, and butcher knives, pounced on Song Chao like hungry wolves.

The Song Dynasty came to a halt.

He didn't even turn around.

He merely raised his finger slightly.

The rusty smell in the air suddenly became ten times stronger.

Liu Cuihua felt her heart suddenly skip a beat.

It felt like being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She looked down at her chest.

Through the thick cotton-padded coat, she could see dark red lines moving beneath her skin.

The lines, like earthworms, spread from his chest to his limbs.

Every place he climbed over, the blood there froze into ice.

Her fingers were still gripping the axe.

Her foot was still in the forward-stepping position.

She stood frozen in place like a statue.

Only his eyeballs can still move.

Fear finally replaced greed, bursting forth from her cloudy eyes.

She opened her mouth as if to scream for help.

No sound came out of his throat.

My tongue is stiff.

My lips are numb.

The blood on his entire face was congealing inch by inch.

She heard her heartbeat slowing down.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It's getting slower and slower.

It's getting weaker and weaker.

Then it stopped completely.

Liu Cuihua's body fell straight to the ground.

His eyes were wide open.

His mouth was wide open, still in the position of desperately trying to scream for help.

The axe rolled from her stiff hand and crashed onto the gravel pavement with a sharp clang.

Gousheng and Tiedan didn't even have time to stop.

Their bodies also stiffened.

A hoe and a butcher's knife fell to the ground.

The two men remained in a charging posture, like two ugly statues, before crashing to the ground.

From start to finish, it took less than three seconds.

The Song Dynasty continued its progress.

The smell of rust on him became even stronger.

A faint mist of blood could even be seen drifting in the air.

That was the bloodline power overflowing from his pores, so concentrated that it was visible to the naked eye.

Dark red water droplets began to seep from the stone walls on both sides of the village lane.

That was the dampness hidden in the cracks of the wall, which was drawn out by his power and condensed into a fine mist of blood in the air.

The gravel path he walked on left a thin layer of dark red in his footprints, like the marks left after stepping on a pool of blood.

Under the eaves in the distance, several elderly people who had been sunbathing stood up.

They saw Liu Cuihua fall down.

I saw Gousheng and Tiedan fall down.

But they didn't see how the Song Dynasty made its move.

They only saw the three men rush forward, then collapse to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

One of the old men, whose face was covered in pockmarks, squinted at the scene for a while, then suddenly pointed to the trail of bloody footprints behind Song Chao, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"He's injured! He's covered in blood! He's dying!"

"He has money! Tens of thousands!"

"There are so many of us, are we afraid of just one guy?"

The other elderly people exchanged glances.

The fear in his eyes was slowly replaced by greed.

An old man with a limp stood up, leaning on his cane, and picked up a carrying pole from the base of the wall.

An old woman with no teeth brought out a pot of boiling water from the kitchen.

There was also a middle-aged woman in her forties, holding a nursing baby and standing at her door, her eyes fixed on Song Chao's pocket, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Her husband broke his back in the mine last year. The boss paid her 8,000 yuan and ran away. Now the family can barely afford rice.

The money this stranger had was enough for her whole family to eat for a year.

"stop!"

An old man with a pockmarked face blocked Song Chao's path with a hoe.

There were about ten people standing behind him, including the old and the young, men and women.

He was holding a sickle, a hoe, a rolling pin, and a wood-chopping axe.

The greed and excitement in their eyes were exactly the same.

"You're the murderer, I know you."

The pockmarked old man spoke loudly, as if trying to embolden himself.

"You killed someone in the city and now you've come to hide in our village. We, the people of Shikan Village, are all law-abiding citizens; we cannot harbor criminals."

"Leave your money behind, and we won't call the police; we'll let you go."

After he finished speaking, the people around him nodded in agreement.

An old woman with a face full of wrinkles chimed in with a high-pitched voice.

"Yes! Leave the money! We don't care who you killed, it's none of our business. But since you've entered our village, you have to hand over your belongings!"

A bald young man in his early twenties took a step forward, holding a butcher knife, his face revealing undisguised greed.

"Uncle, why waste your breath on him? This guy killed so many people. If we apprehend him and hand him over to the police, we can get a 500,000 yuan reward."

"His money was stolen or robbed, so it's only right that we take it."

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd behind him was suddenly pushed aside by a powerful force.

A woman with disheveled hair rushed out, holding a three- or four-year-old child in her arms. She knelt down in front of Song Chao with a thud, her forehead hitting the gravel ground hard with a loud thud.

Her name is Miao Xiu, and she is Liu Cuihua's daughter-in-law.

Six years ago, she married into Shikan Village and became the wife of Liu Cuihua's lame youngest son.

She knew she had fallen into a wolf's den the day she married into the family.

Her mother-in-law, Liu Cuihua, took away all of her dowry, claiming it was for her safekeeping, and sold it to a secondhand dealer in town the very next day.

Her brother-in-law, Gou Sheng, kicked open her door in the middle of the night and was beaten out by the man with a carrying pole. The next day, Liu Cuihua turned the tables and stood in the alley cursing her for a whole day, saying that she had seduced her brother-in-law, that she was a slut, and a vixen.

She was forced to work in the fields by her mother-in-law during her postpartum period, which caused her to develop back pain.

Her husband, enraged, went to confront his mother, only to be pinned to the ground and beaten by Gousheng and Tiedan, breaking two of his ribs.

She knelt at the village entrance, begging the villagers to call the police for her.

Nobody helped her.

Everyone said it was a family matter and outsiders shouldn't interfere.

She carried the child for three days and three nights to reach the town's police station.

The security guards have arrived.

Liu Cuihua knelt down in front of the security guard, tears streaming down her face, saying that she was unfilial and that her daughter-in-law had been wronged in her home, and that she would definitely treat her well in the future.