Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

A loud bang ripped away the festive atmosphere that filled the courtyard.

The charcoal fire in the brazier suddenly trembled, and the bowl of wine on the offering table overturned with a "clatter," scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.

The two red candles, which were originally leaning, were shaken by the shockwave and their flames flickered wildly, almost going out.

Zhao Laizi's smile froze instantly.

He felt as if he had been struck head-on by an invisible hammer. His chest jerked backward, and he gasped for breath. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared blankly at himself.

red.

Red everywhere.

Beneath the large red flower tied with silk on his chest, a burst of blood suddenly erupted.

The blood seeped in extremely quickly, soaking through the Zhongshan suit in the blink of an eye, spreading wildly outwards along the hem, turning the already vibrant wedding flower into a glaring, viscous, deep, fishy color.

Zhao Laizi's eyes were glazed over, his mouth opened and closed, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with sand, only able to squeeze out a series of "ho ho" sounds like a broken bellows.

He swayed, staggered back two steps, and futilely clawed at the air with his hands.

He wanted to grab Zhao Xiaoyu, and even more so, he wanted to hold onto his own severed life, but in the end, his fingertips only touched the cold air.

"thump!"

Zhao Laizi crashed backward onto the muddy ground. The blood gushing from his chest instantly turned the red paper scraps, wood ash, and muddy water on the ground into a nauseating bloody mess.

The courtyard was deathly quiet.

Everyone seemed to have their souls shattered by that shot.

The cigarette in Wang Magan's mouth fell with a "plop" onto his feet. The short, fat man stared wide-eyed, while the few teenagers stood frozen against the wall, not daring to even breathe.

Li Cuihua's face was still wrinkled with a smile, a joy that hadn't yet faded, but her eyes were fixed on that dark little pistol.

She was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a shrill, distorted scream from her throat:

"ah--!!!"

The scream had barely ripped through the air when Zhao Xiaoyu raised her hand. With a swift turn, the gun's dark sight was pressed directly against Li Cuihua's forehead.

She didn't cry or tremble; her eyes were as cold as ice caves, staring intently at her biological mother.

That's the kind of ruthless force that wants to nail someone to death on the spot and grind their bones to dust.

"mom."

This sound was so soft it was almost ethereal, yet it was more overwhelming than the gunshot that had just rang out.

Li Cuihua shuddered, her face trembling, and all the color drained from her skin instantly.

Her legs were as weak as mud, and she scrambled backward using both hands and feet, making a cracking sound.

"What...what are you doing...Xiaoyu! Are you crazy? I'm your mother!"

Zhao Xiaoyu walked forward step by step. The hem of her red coat dragged over the red paper and blood-stained mud on the ground. Her steps were slow, but each step felt like it was treading on people's hearts. She held the gun, her eyes not even blinking.

"I know, that's why I came to kill you."

Li Cuihua's scalp tingled, and she let out an even sharper wail, her whole body sliding backward at lightning speed:

"Help! Help! She's gone mad! She's trying to kill me! This crazy girl is going to kill her own mother!—!"

Zhao Xiaoyu didn't waste any more words and snapped her index finger.

"Click."

A muffled, hollow sound. The gun didn't fire.

Zhao Xiaoyu froze for a moment.

Li Cuihua was also stunned; everyone in the courtyard seemed to be frozen in place by the loud noise.

The next second, the light in Zhao Xiaoyu's eyes changed.

A more ruthless and insane ferocity suddenly burst forth from those eyes.

She refused to believe it and repeatedly pulled the trigger on Li Cuihua's face.

"Click!"

"Click! Click! Click!"

Zhao Xiaoyu went berserk, veins bulging on the back of her hands, and she forced out sounds through clenched teeth like a trapped beast:

"Make it ring! Make it ring—!"

The gun still didn't fire.

Li Cuihua was initially terrified, but when she saw that the gun fired several shots but only missed, the fear on her face instantly turned pale.

"Little beast!"

She suddenly sprang to her feet, her hair disheveled, her face contorted, and lunged at Zhao Xiaoyu, baring her teeth and claws:

"You actually dare to kill me?! I'll beat you to death today, you rebellious beast!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's eyes were red-rimmed, and she rushed towards her, her voice hoarse from shouting:

"Come on! Kill me! If you don't kill me today, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

The two people bumped into each other.

Li Cuihua grabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's hair and pulled it down. Zhao Xiaoyu's scalp tingled, and she felt a sharp pain that made her vision go black for a moment. But she didn't even groan. Instead, she raised her hand and scratched Li Cuihua's face.

With a "whoosh" sound!

Several bloody welts immediately appeared on Li Cuihua's face, and she screamed in pain on the spot:

"Ah—! You little beast! You dare to grab me!"

She swung her hand and slapped Zhao Xiaoyu across the face.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's head tilted to the side from the slap, and blood spurted from the corner of her mouth.

But the next second, she lunged back like a madwoman, crashing headfirst into Li Cuihua's arms, causing her to stumble backward. Then, she gripped Li Cuihua's neck tightly with both hands, her voice hoarse and cracked:

"You old beast!"

"You're pushing me into a fire pit!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

"I'm going to kill you today—!"

Li Cuihua's face turned purple from being pinched, and she made gurgling noises in her throat. She desperately tried to pry her hands off, all the while cursing under her breath:

"Bullshit...! Am I trying to harm you? I'm just trying to give you a way to survive! You're such a money-loser... do you think I'd support you for life if I didn't marry you off?!"

As she cursed, she desperately grabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's hair, scratching her face with her nails, her eyes red with rage.

"You ungrateful wretch! I raised you all these years, and instead of being grateful, you dare to turn around and kill me?! If I had known you were such a beast, I should have strangled you in the first place!"

Zhao Xiaoyu went even crazier upon hearing this, her eyes turning bloodshot, and she bit down on Li Cuihua's hand.

"ah--!"

Li Cuihua screamed in pain again, blood instantly streaming from the back of her hand. She frantically shook her hand and slashed her other hand hard at Zhao Xiaoyu's face.

With that scratch, the fingernail stretched from the side of my face all the way to the corner of my mouth, leaving a burning sensation.

Zhao Xiaoyu's entire face looked as if it had been smeared with red-hot iron, but instead of receding, she laughed, bleeding as she laughed, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"Come!"

"You can kill me!"

"If you don't kill me today, I'll make sure you die sooner or later!"

Li Cuihua had completely lost her mind. She grabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's hair with such force that she felt like she was going to tear her scalp off, and she slapped her repeatedly across the face.

Zhao Shanlin finally realized what was happening. He looked at Zhao Laizi, convulsing in a pool of blood, then at Zhao Xiaoyu, who was raging with a gun, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. He grabbed a nearby stool leg and charged forward.

"Hold her down! Take the gun away! This bitch is insane! She's really going to kill her own mother!"

Wang Magan and the others seemed to come back to their senses, their faces as white as ghosts, but their feet instinctively lunged forward. Some tried to break her arms, some tried to snatch her gun, and some kicked Zhao Xiaoyu in the stomach.

In an instant, screams, cries, curses, and the sounds of tables and chairs being overturned all erupted into a chaotic cacophony.

Zhao Xiaoyu was forced to her knees, her hair disheveled, her face a mixture of blood and tears. Yet, her hand gripped the gun tightly, refusing to loosen its hold even as her fingernails were torn off, and she screamed like a madwoman:

"None of you shall live! Not a single one of you shall live! You sold me out! You drove me to this state! None of you will survive—!"

"stop--!"

Wang Xiulan finally reacted, her face turned pale, her voice cracked, and without thinking, she rushed forward.

She had barely lunged forward, her hands not even having a chance to steady themselves, when Li Cuihua, her hair disheveled, turned her head, her eyes bloodshot and fierce, and hissed at her:

"Get out of here!"

"You meddlesome, obnoxious bitch! What business is it of yours here!"

Before she could finish speaking, Li Cuihua raised her hand and struck.

"Snapped!"

Wang Xiulan's head tilted to the side from the slap, and her ears rang.

She stumbled, and just as she was about to lunge forward again, Zhao Shanlin bumped into her from the side, cursing under his breath:

"Get out of my way!"

"If you block my way again, I'll beat you up too!"

Wang Xiulan was thrown off her feet by his impact, her lower back hitting the edge of the offering table.

"Clang!"

The small offering table suddenly shook, and the wine in the bowls, the pastries on the table, and the broken porcelain spilled all over the floor.

Wang Xiulan groaned, her head slamming heavily against the brick wall. Black light flashed before her eyes, and her hands flailing in mid-air before she finally gave way, her body swaying as she lost consciousness amidst the chaos.

Zhao Xiaoyu has already been surrounded and killed.

Li Cuihua held onto her hair tightly, scratching her face with her nails, her words growing increasingly vicious:

"I told you to shoot!"

"You heartless bastard, how could you be such a beast, trying to kill your own mother!"

"I should have drowned you in a potty the moment you were born, so you wouldn't have turned on your mother when you grew up!"

"You jinx, you deserve to be played with to pieces by Lai Zi and then thrown into a mass grave. Why doesn't God send down a lightning bolt to strike you dead, you treacherous bastard who betrayed your own family!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's face burned with pain from his scratching, and blood streamed down her cheeks, but she seemed oblivious to the pain. Her eyes were bloodshot and she lunged at the hand again, biting Li Cuihua's arm.

"ah--!"

Li Cuihua screamed in pain again and swung her hand to slap her on the head.

Zhao Shanlin's eyes turned completely red at this point. He grabbed the bench leg and lunged forward, cursing in a broken voice:

"Hold her down!"

"Hold her down!"

"Take the gun! Take the gun now!"

Wang Magan and the others seemed to come back to their senses and rushed forward all at once.

Some people tried to pry Zhao Xiaoyu's hand off the gun, some tried to pull her arm, and others kicked her in the waist and legs.

Zhao Xiaoyu staggered as she was pushed down, half her face covered in blood, her hair disheveled, but she still gripped the malfunctioning Type 60 rifle tightly in her hand, shouting frantically:

Come on!

"Come on, everyone!"

"If you don't kill me today—I'll kill you all one by one sooner or later!"

Her shout sounded like a mix of crying and laughing; her voice was hoarse.

But this shout only made the men who rushed at him even more ferocious.

"Still dare to be stubborn?!"

"Press him to the ground!"

"Beat this crazy woman to death!"

In the chaos, someone kicked her in the back of the knee.

Zhao Xiaoyu's legs went weak, and she knelt down.

Before she could even brace herself, Zhao Shanlin pounced on her from behind, grabbed her hair, and forced her head down.

"Bang!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's forehead hit the ground, and everything went black.

But she kept struggling, still struggling, like a mad dog being pressed into the mud, her mouth full of blood and foam, still cursing:

"None of you...none of you will live..."

"Even as a ghost... I will not let you go..."

Seeing that she still dared to talk back, Zhao Shanlin swung the stool leg and hit her on the back of the head again.

"Thump!"

After the dull thud, Zhao Xiaoyu's bloodshot eyes finally glazed over.

She shuddered violently, her fingers gripping the gun loosened little by little, and the last curse stuck in her throat turned into a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

She lay limply in the ashes and blood, like a torn piece of red silk, and never moved again.