Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

It will only follow one simple rule.

The greater the sin, the deeper the corruption.

The blood mist began to spread from the alley at the entrance of the village.

It seemed to have a life of its own, flowing along the gravel road toward the depths of the village.

The blood mist would pause briefly at each house it passed.

It smells.

I wonder if this family has any lingering resentment towards the Song Dynasty.

Those who are closely related to Chen Hu, Zhao Gang, and Wang Qiang by blood.

Those who had participated in oppressing their neighbors.

Those who act as accomplices to evil and aid and abet wrongdoing.

Their blood would involuntarily begin to boil.

Zhao Gang's uncle died in his own main room.

He was packing his valuables to make a runaway when his heart suddenly stopped beating the moment his fingers touched the metal box containing the money.

Chen Hu's cousin died next to his own pigsty.

He once helped Chen Hu hide a blood-stained garment, which he then threw into the stove and burned to ashes.

Before he died, he saw countless tiny blood spots appear on the back of his hand, as if someone had pierced countless small holes with a needle, and blood was seeping out from those holes at the same time, pooling into a large patch of scarlet on the skin.

Wang Qiang's aunt died by the well at the entrance of the village.

She once cursed Song Chao's mother, saying that she gave birth to a useless son who deserved to be beaten to death.

She fell onto the edge of the well, her body slid softly into the well, and a dark red ripple spread across the water.

There's more.

The group of drinkers who burst into laughter under the big locust tree at the village entrance back then, when they heard Chen Hu boast about breaking the backs of migrant workers.

Those gossipy women who, instead of helping Miao Xiu when she was bullied by her mother-in-law, gossiped behind her back saying she deserved it.

The villagers who served as lookouts for Tang Ming's thugs, shared the spoils, and received hush money back then.

They fell one after another.

No one heard the screams.

Because wherever the blood mist reaches, the vocal cords of sinners will be instantly destroyed by the blood.

They could only fall silently, struggle silently, and die silently.

And those innocent people.

Like Miao Xiu, she was a married woman who was oppressed.

Elderly people living alone whose welfare benefits were taken away.

Honest farmers whose land was seized and who dared not utter a word.

They found a clean path through the blood mist.

The blood mist parted automatically in front of them, leaving them a path to the outside world.

Miao Xiu carried the child out of the village.

She glanced back at the village of Shikan shrouded in blood mist, her eyes showing no fear, only relief.

She waited six years for justice, and today someone finally gave it to her.

Although the person who gave this justice had blood on his hands.

But so what?

She turned around, picked up the child, and walked into the mountain path.

There was no turning back.

She was accompanied by more than a dozen other people who left the village.

There is a lame old man whose homestead was seized by Chen Laoshuan.

There was a young man who had been beaten by Wang Meng three times and lost four teeth.

There was an old woman in Shikan Village who had been married for thirty years and had been beaten by her mother-in-law and husband in turn, her back covered with old scars.

They walked silently along the mountain path, neither of them speaking.

But everyone's eyes shone with light.

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The strange phenomenon over Shikan Village could be seen for dozens of miles around.

A thick, almost tangible column of blood-red mist rose from the center of the village, condensing in mid-air and turning half the sky a dark red.

Zhou Dafu, the village chief of the neighboring Huangni Village, was chopping firewood in his yard when he heard someone shout at the village entrance, "Shikan Village is on fire!" He dropped his axe and ran outside.

When I ran to the high slope at the entrance of the village and looked north, I was stunned as if I had been struck by lightning.

In the distance, towards Shikan Village, the sky is red.

It's not the orange-red color of a sunset.

It's the color of blood.

It looked as if someone had poured a whole basin of pig's blood into the sky; it was so thick it couldn't be dissolved.

"Th-what happened?"

Zhou Dafu's voice was trembling.

"have no idea."

The accountant, Lao Wu, next to him pushed up his glasses, his expression a mixture of fear and complexity.

"The commotion started in Shikan Village around noon. First, someone shouted for help, then someone called the police saying someone had been killed, and now this cloud of blood mist is appearing. Village chief, do you think it's related to that wanted criminal on TV? That bloodline superhuman surnamed Song?"

"It must be him."

Zhou Dafu clenched his fist.

"Who else could it be but him? A ruthless man who killed forty or fifty people has come to Shikan Village. That village—"

He paused for a moment, then spat on the ground.

"retribution."

Accountant Lao Wu didn't respond, but the expression on his face said it all.

He had worked as an accountant for twenty years. The two villages were close to each other, and he knew exactly how many despicable things Shikan Village had done.

When people from Huangni Village go to Shikan Village to sell vegetables, it is common for them to be shortchanged.

A girl from Huangni Village married into the family, but after three years of being bullied by her in-laws, she became emaciated and ran back to her family, crying and saying that Shikan Village was a place that devoured people.

Two years ago, people from Shikan Village scattered nails on the provincial highway to stab a truck. The nails hit a young man from Huangni Village who was running a transport business. The truck overturned into a ditch, and the young man almost died.

Go to the police station.

The security guard said there was no evidence.

Go to Shikan Village to confront them.

They were blocked at the village entrance by people wielding hoes and sickles, and were verbally abused mercilessly.

Everyone in Huangni Village hates Shikan Village.

Now that blood mist has enveloped the entire village, who wouldn't feel unhappy?

"Should we report this to the police?"

A young man next to me was holding up his phone, his voice sounding somewhat hesitant.

"Report it, of course we should report it."

Zhou Dafu sneered.

"But not now. We'll report it after the fog clears. The people of Shikan Village always try to act like good people in front of the security guards; now's the perfect time for God to teach them a lesson."

Meanwhile, at a gas station along the provincial highway, a long-haul truck was refueling.

Driver Lao Zhao was leaning against the car door drinking water when he caught a glimpse of the eerie blood-red sky to the north, and he almost dropped his water bottle.

"Holy crap, what the hell is that?"

The gas station employee followed his gaze and turned pale.

The two looked at each other and simultaneously took out their phones.

One person dialed the police.

One of them opened a short video live stream.

"Hello everyone, I'm currently on a provincial highway about 40 kilometers north of Somyeong City in Jeolla Province. Look at the sky behind me, it's blood red, not a sunset, but thick fog, blood-red fog!"

"As far as I know, there's a village called Shikan Village in that direction. We don't know what happened there yet, but everyone should have seen the news this morning about the attack on the Zhaoming City Court by a superhuman. It's very likely related to that bloodline superhuman!"

The number of viewers in the live stream began to surge.

one thousand.

Five thousand.

Ten thousand.

The barrage of comments was densely packed.

"Shikan Village? I know that village! That's my hometown! The people in that village are awful! They seized my grandfather's homestead!"

"My sister married someone from Shikan Village, and after three years of marriage, her mother-in-law beat her so badly she suffered a concussion. When they divorced, she didn't even get her dowry back!"

"Retribution! This is retribution!"

"Did you see that? That blood mist seems to be moving! Like it's alive!"

"My God! What kind of ability is that? It's terrifying!"