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

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the courtyard.

Zhao Shanlin leaned on the stool leg, his chest heaving, his forehead covered in sweat, and his face was splattered with blood or ash, he couldn't tell if it was blood or ash, he still hadn't recovered from that crazy state. Wang Magan and the others were also panting.

Some people's hands were still trembling, some people's legs were weak. They looked down at Zhao Laizi on the ground, then at Zhao Xiaoyu and Wang Xiulan lying in the blood and mud, and no one dared to speak first. Only the embers rolling out of the brazier were still crackling and popping on the ground.

Li Cuihua's hair was disheveled, and her face, hands, and clothes were covered in blood. She stood there panting heavily, like an old dog about to die.

She first looked at Zhao Laizi, then at Zhao Xiaoyu on the ground.

"Third brother, go check... check if the person is dead..."

Li Cuihua's voice was hoarse, and her words were still trembling as she spoke.

Zhao Shanlin leaned on the stool leg, took a couple of deep breaths, and then staggered over to squat down next to Zhao Laizi.

He first glanced down at the large pool of blood, his eye twitched violently, and then reached out to feel under Zhao Laizi's nose.

A few seconds later, he raised his head, his face pale, his voice deep: "...He's still breathing."

Li Cuihua first breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as she relaxed, the flesh on her face twisted up again, and what rose in her eyes was not relief, but a more vicious malice.

"It's good that you're still breathing..."

"It's good that he's not dead..."

Panting, she stared intently at the motionless red figure on the ground, her voice barely audible as she spoke through clenched teeth: "That little beast, he really dared to do that."

"I knew she had a rebellious streak in her bones. I could tell from the moment she was born. This thing was bound to be a menace sooner or later!"

Zhao Shanlin turned around, glanced at Zhao Xiaoyu, and said with a cold, sinister look in his eyes: "I told you long ago, she's not a peaceful person."

"Look at him, after just a few days of schooling, his mind has become wild; he even dares to kill his own mother."

"This kind of scum deserves to be beaten to death."

Li Cuihua became even angrier upon hearing this. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face, making it appear even more smeared with each wipe, and her voice became shrill: "I raised her with great difficulty, providing her with food and clothing, and this is how she points a gun at me?!"

"Ungrateful wretch! What an ungrateful wretch!"

Zhao Shanlin stood up, leaning on the stool leg, the veins on his forehead still throbbing. His voice was filled with barely suppressed malice: "What's the use of saying all this now?"

"If something really happens to Brother Lai, who will take responsibility?"

"The wedding was ruined, and people have collapsed. Someone has to take responsibility for this blood debt."

Upon hearing this, Li Cuihua's chest tightened again, and her eyes widened in panic.

But the panic only lasts for a moment; the next second, it turns back into the familiar viciousness and shirking of responsibility.

She abruptly pointed at Zhao Xiaoyu on the ground, her voice shrill: "She's responsible!"

"That little beast fired the shot, who else should be held responsible if not her!"

She paused abruptly, as if suddenly remembering something, and her expression changed. "...That's not right."

"gun."

"Where did she get that gun?!"

As soon as he said that, everyone in the courtyard was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Shanlin's brows furrowed suddenly, and his eyes changed instantly.

"right……"

"Where did she get that gun?"

For a moment, everyone instinctively looked down to search.

The ground was covered in blood, ashes, red paper scraps, and broken porcelain. The brazier was overturned, and the glowing embers were rolling everywhere.

The small pistol lay crookedly at the foot of the offering table, half of its barrel buried in mud and blood.

Wang Magan saw it first, pointed over there, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"There it is!"

Zhao Shanlin rushed over and bent down to pick up the gun.

He paused for a moment when he first got his hands on the gun. The gun was cold and heavy, covered in rust, and had a crack in the grip, as if it had been used for many years and then abandoned for many years, carrying a stuffy, metallic smell.

Zhao Shanlin stared down at the gun, his gaze gradually hardening.

Li Cuihua was panting heavily, and she asked him in a hoarse voice:

"What gun?!"

"Say something!"

Zhao Shanlin didn't answer immediately. He stared at the gun, his lips moved slightly, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if something was surging upwards in his head. After two seconds, he muttered a curse under his breath:

"Damn... why does this look so familiar..."

Wang Magan stood to the side, feeling uneasy, and couldn't help but lean closer to take a look:

"It's just a piece of junk, what's so familiar about it—"

"You don't know anything!"

Zhao Shanlin suddenly looked up, his eyes widening in surprise, and his voice changed tone:

"Isn't that the gun?! That old geezer used to carry it around when he went hunting in the mountains!"

Upon hearing this, Li Cuihua felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and she lunged forward:

"Give me!"

She snatched the guns from Zhao Shanlin's hands and held them up to her eyes, staring intently at them.

The more I looked at her, the more distorted her face became.

The rust on the gun, the worn edges, the cracks in the grip—she knew them all too well.

Back then, that old man would carry a hunting bag home with pheasants and rabbits, and this was the gun he kept in his waistband.

Later, when things got tense, the house was searched several times, and the gun was gone. Nobody knows where it went.

Li Cuihua held the gun, her hands began to tremble, and the trembling became more and more violent.

The next second, she suddenly raised her head, her face contorted in pain, and her voice pierced to an extreme shrillness:

"I knew it!"

"I knew it was that little bastard!"

She gripped the gun, turned to look at Zhao Xiaoyu, who lay unconscious on the ground, her whole body trembling, saliva flying from her mouth:

"That gun's been gone for ages! Besides that ingrate Zhao Shanhe, who else knows where it's hidden?! Good...good! I knew that bitch had someone backing her! It was him! It was him! He gave her the gun! He taught her to kill me! To kill that scoundrel!"

These words were a wake-up call for Zhao Shanlin, and his expression changed completely.

He gripped the stool leg, his eyes dark and menacing, and gritted his teeth as he said:

"I was wondering where she got the guts... Turns out she really did have that bastard backing her up."

Wang Magan was still in a daze, but upon hearing this, he seemed to have found an opening and immediately seized the opportunity:

"I knew it! She's a woman, she wouldn't even dare to fart normally, where would she get a gun, where would she get the guts? It must be that bastard Zhao Shanhe who taught her!"

The short, fat man was also panting heavily, his lips were pale, and his voice was weak, but he still tried to force it out:

"If something really happens to Brother Lai, it won't just be her problem alone. This is a matter of life and death! She can't be held solely responsible!"

Li Cuihua grew increasingly frantic as she listened, gripping her gun tightly, her eyes turning red, and she cursed through gritted teeth:

"I knew he was up to no good! Cut off family ties? Is that really cutting off family ties? He was waiting for this day! Instead of coming back himself, he gave a gun to this little bitch, letting her kill me and destroy my whole family—!"

As she finished cursing, she started trembling all over. Suddenly, she turned around abruptly, grabbed the gun, and rushed out of the courtyard.

Zhao Shanlin was taken aback, and quickly shouted:

"Mom! Where are you going?!"

Li Cuihua didn't turn her head, her voice sharp as a knife scraping iron:

"What are you doing?! I'm going to find that little bitch! Zhao Shanhe isn't here, I'll find Lin Xiu first!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the courtyard changed. Wang Magan instinctively took two steps forward:

"Auntie! Please don't do anything reckless—"

"Shut up!"

Li Cuihua abruptly swung her arm, turned around with disheveled hair, holding the gun, her eyes wide with madness:

"He dared to have someone shoot me; I'll make his family experience what it feels like to have a gun pointed at their heads!"

After saying that, she grabbed her gun and staggered out. The red papers at the courtyard gate rustled in the wind, sounding like mourning.

Zhao Shanlin cursed, and without caring about anything else, grabbed a stool leg and chased after him.

"Mom! Wait for me!"

Wang Magan and the others exchanged glances, their faces pale, and followed.

The courtyard was almost empty. Only blood and broken porcelain remained, along with embers rolling from the brazier, crackling and popping in the ashes.

On the ground, Zhao Xiaoyu and Wang Xiulan lay motionless, like two tattered pieces of cloth.