Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"No, we can't wait any longer."

Wang Meng stood up and grabbed a wood-chopping axe from behind the door.

"I'll go check the village entrance. If it really is that guy surnamed Song, I'll chop him to death with an axe. What supernatural abilities? I don't believe he's invulnerable to blades and spears."

"You're insane!"

Chen Hu's wife screamed and hugged the child tightly in her arms.

"Didn't you hear what the police said? That guy killed over forty people! He single-handedly wiped out the entire police station! What can you do with a broken axe?!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Wang Meng roared back, his eyes red.

"Are we just going to wait here to die? Wait for him to come and kill us one by one?"

"There are more of us!"

Old Chen suddenly stood up, pulled a rusty pig-slaughtering knife from under the stove, and pointed the tip at the door.

"There are over a dozen of us, are we afraid of just one guy? No matter how strong he is, he's still human! Humans bleed! Humans die!"

"right!"

Zhao Gang's mother picked up a short axe for chopping wood from the base of the wall, her cloudy eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"I've lived for over sixty years, I've seen it all. This migrant worker thinks he's all that after working in the city for a few years? Daring to cause trouble in our Shikan Village, I'll make sure he comes in upright and leaves horizontally!"

She had barely finished speaking when the courtyard gate was kicked open.

The two wooden doors, along with their hinges, flew more than three meters away and crashed into the water vat in the yard. The vat shattered with a crash, and the water inside splashed all over the ground.

Song Chao stood at the door.

The original color of his blue overalls was no longer visible.

The bloodstains were layered upon layer, and after drying, they formed a dark brown hard shell, making the person look as if they had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

His face was so thin that his cheekbones protruded high, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a hollow dark red.

That's not the color of your eyeballs.

It was the color caused by blood seeping into the iris after all the capillaries in his eye sockets burst.

The blood mist emanating from his body had become so thick that it was almost solidified.

Dark red mist surged from his pores, forming a swirling, blood-red cloud around his body.

Where he walked, the water on the gravel road instantly boiled, spewing out dense, blood-red foam.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard, the air inside seemed to freeze.

The strong smell of rust filled everyone's nostrils, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of blood over their heads.

The pig-slaughtering knife in Chen Laoshuan's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

His mouth was open, his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He saw the alley behind Song Chao.

The alley was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

Liu Cuihua lay on the ground, one hand still in the position of holding an axe.

Gou Sheng lay on his back, his face contorted so distorted that he was unrecognizable as human.

The pockmarked old man was huddled against the wall, bleeding from his seven orifices, with half of his eyeballs bulging out.

He recognized the corpses.

They were all his neighbors who had been drinking with him for half their lives.

They're all dead.

They all died in the alley, their deaths so gruesome it looked as if they had been drained of all their blood.

"You, you, you—"

Chen Laoshuan pointed at the Song Dynasty, his fingers trembling like withered branches in the autumn wind.

"Do you know who my son is?!"

Zhao Gang's mother suddenly screamed.

She took a step forward, gripping the wood-chopping axe, her face contorted with anger and fear.

"My son's name is Zhao Gang! He works for Boss Tang! If you dare lay a finger on us, my son will come back and make sure you die a horrible death!"

Song Chao looked at her.

The first flicker of emotion finally appeared in his dark red eyes.

It's mockery.

"Zhao Gang".

He spoke.

The sound was very soft, as if it came from the bottom of a deep well.

"Chen Hu. Wang Qiang."

"They're not coming back."

Zhao Gang's mother's eyes widened suddenly.

"You're talking nonsense! My son will be fine! Did you hurt him? Hand him over!"

She charged towards Song Chao with her axe in hand.

He didn't even take two steps.

Her body suddenly froze.

The wood-chopping axe slipped from her hand and smashed onto her own foot, the sharp blade slicing through her cloth shoe and embedding itself into the bone of her instep.

She did not scream.

Her mouth was wide open, and a gurgling sound came from her throat, as if something was blocking her trachea.

Her face turned purplish-red in an instant.

Blood gushed out from every orifice in her body.

nose.

mouth.

ear.

eye.

Seven jets of blood spurted out simultaneously, splashing more than a meter away.

She fell straight down in the yard, into the pool of blood she had vomited.

His eyes were still fixed on the Song Dynasty, his death unresolved.

"mom!"

Wang Meng roared and grabbed his axe, ready to charge forward.

The moment he lifted his foot, the blood vessel in his knee burst.

Dark red blood seeped from his trouser leg and trickled down his calf.

He staggered and looked down at his legs.

He had completely lost sensation below the knees.

"My legs! What happened to my legs?!"

He screamed and fell to the ground. The axe flew out of his hand, bounced twice on the ground, and then the blade chopped into the fence of Chen Laoshuan's pigsty.

Chen Hu's wife screamed and hugged her child tightly, shrinking into the corner of the wall.

Her screams were so sharp and piercing that they hurt one's eardrums.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't know anything! I married into this family from another village! What they did has nothing to do with me! Please don't kill me!"

She shielded the child in front of her, her face streaked with tears.

Song Chao's gaze swept over her, then over the child in her arms.

He lifted his finger slightly.

Chen Hu's wife felt her heart suddenly skip a beat.

She then realized that the stinging sensation was just a light prick and then receded.

She did not die.

The child in her arms did not die either.

Song Chao withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her.

His gaze shifted to the others remaining in the courtyard.

Old Chen was still standing at the entrance of the main room.

The butcher's knife fell to the ground at my feet.

He was trembling like a leaf, and his crotch was soaked.

"You...you can't kill me."

His voice was trembling, but he still managed to stand up straight.

"I'm an old man. I'm over seventy. You've killed so many people, if you kill an old man too, you're not human, you're a beast."

Song Chao looked at him.

The corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.

The smile was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

"When your son broke my back."

He spoke.

I'm only twenty-four.

Why didn't you call him a beast back then?

Chen Laoshuan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but only a few indistinct syllables came out of his throat.

Song Chao raised his hand.

Spread your five fingers.

He gently squeezed Chen Laoshuan's chest from a distance.

Chen Laoshuan's body suddenly arched upwards.

He looked down and saw his chest heaving violently.

Something was writhing wildly beneath his skin, like a snake slithering through his veins.

His heart was gripped by an invisible force.