Chapter Fifty-Seven: Carnage

  When the sky was completely dark, the four of them had already started sitting down to eat. The food wasn't particularly delicious, and the best thing they had was a roasted chicken they had bought. However, it seemed like everyone was very hungry, and they ate with great relish.

  After a few minutes, the big brother seemed to have remembered that Leng Bing Xue was still locked in the inner room. He wiped his mouth, which was shining with oil, and shouted: "Xiao Huang, bring some food for the young master of the city lord, don't let our noble gold master starve."

  "Why is it always me?" Huang Mao seemed somewhat dissatisfied, muttering to himself, but still didn't dare go against Big Brother's wishes. He shouted at the others: "Don't eat everything, leave some for me! Hey, Ah Long, stop standing there like a fool, I'm talking about you, you've got the biggest appetite..."

  Huang Mao casually picked up a loaf of bread, a bottle of water from the table, grumbling and complaining as he walked towards the cold and icy room. Before he even arrived, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dinner's ready! Consider yourself lucky, come quickly..."

  He walked to the window and looked inside, suddenly he was like seeing a ghost, his whole body stiffened, his voice also stopped abruptly, just like a duck's neck being pinched, after a while, he exclaimed: "Big brother, it's not good, people, people are gone, gone..."

  "What?" The elder brother was also shocked, almost choking. He hastily ran to the window and looked inside, the small room was empty, without any obstruction, not even a ghostly shadow.

  The older brother's eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he didn't dare to believe what was in front of him. He hastily opened the door with his key and entered the house, only to discover that a hole about half a meter in diameter had been broken open at the corner of the wall. It was clear that Leng Bing Xue had escaped from here.

  Several people stared at the hole in amazement, unable to comprehend how a ten-year-old child could create such a large hole. Previously, they had carefully checked every nook and cranny, confirming that it was safe before choosing this hiding spot. Even if the entire house was made of earth bricks without reinforced concrete, the thick twenty-centimeter brick wall would not be so easily breached by an adult, let alone a ten-year-old child?

  If it weren't for Big Brother's clear memory, Leng Binghan was personally sent into the house and locked the door, and only he had the key. Moreover, when he came back just now, he went to check, and Leng Binghan was indeed in the house. After that, the four of them were together all the time, and no one left alone, otherwise, he would really suspect that someone was secretly letting Leng Binghan escape.

  It's just a little while ago!

  If he runs away with cold feet, everything will be over. Forget about the 200,000, even his own life will be in great danger.

  "What are you still standing there for? He's just a little kid, he can't have run far, hurry up and chase after him!" Looking at the three people behind him who were equally stunned, Big Brother was furious, slapping each of them on the head with his palm, scolding them viciously: "If we let him get away, then everything will be lost."

  It wasn't until then that several people suddenly realized and responded in unison, preparing to go out and chase.

  "No need to hurry, stay here, blood debts must be repaid with blood!" Just then, a low, hoarse voice sounded in their ears. The voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder to them. They looked up and saw a figure standing at the door, shrouded in darkness because of its distance from the kerosene lamp on the table, making it impossible to see clearly.

  In the dead of night, in such a remote place, someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which would startle anyone, especially when they were doing something shady. Moreover, this person was talking about avenging blood with blood.

  "Who are you? What do you want?" Huang Mao was the first to lose his patience among the four of them, blurting out a sentence.

  "Heh heh." The black shadow chuckled and said indifferently, "Who I am is not important. What needs to be done was already stated earlier. Are your ears bad? Fine, I'll say it again: Blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

  The last four words were spoken very slowly, as if each word was slowly popping out of his mouth, with a strong murderous intent, making people feel a chill down their spine and break out in cold sweat.

  As soon as these words came out, all four of them, who had seen blood before, felt a tremble in their hearts.

  But soon the big brother who led the way forced a smile and said: "Brother, which line are you from? We didn't seem to have offended you before, did we? Moreover, you're alone, and there are four of us. Brother, don't joke around!"

  When the big brother said that, Huang Mao and Knife Scar all laughed. Ah Long's nerves seemed to be a bit slow, but seeing everyone else laughing, he also followed with a chuckle.

  "Haha." The shadow actually laughed too, laughing very happily, and slowly said: "I don't know if you've ever offended me before, but people who do evil will only have a dead end when they meet me. As the saying goes: 'Heaven's fault can be forgiven, self-inflicted fault cannot be forgiven.' Heaven won't collect you, I'll come to collect you."

  "Are you alone?" The leader sneered, "What a big tone - just like a toad puffing itself up!" As he spoke, he gave a signal with his eyes to Knife Scar Huang and the others.

  The first to make a move is strong, the last to make a move suffers. After fighting together for several years, they had already developed an understanding of each other. A glance, a gesture, and they could understand what each other meant.

  Just as the big brother was speaking, Knife Scar and Little Yellow had unknowingly approached the black shadow. At this moment, the two suddenly burst out, with sharp knives in their hands flashing dazzling light, like venomous snakes, straight towards the black shadow's chest and waist.

  Both of them were not the first time to kill, the knife was stable and ruthless, the coordination was very good, making the opponent look left and right, look up and down, as long as they stabbed into the body, they would definitely die.

  A faint smile suddenly flashed across the face hidden in the darkness, a cold sneer!

  A cold smile flashed across his face, and he also moved.

  He was as still as a virgin, and moved like a hare. Just now he stood still at the door for half a moment, if he didn't speak, others might have thought he was an old tree. But he has moved now, using "hare" to describe him seems to be somewhat inadequate, it's really as swift as lightning, and can't be seen by the naked eye.

  He first flew up, his right foot kicking exactly on Huang Mao's wrist holding the knife. The huge impact not only kicked the knife out of Huang Mao's hand, but also "cracked" and shattered all the bones in his wrist.

  This hand is useless now.

  "Ah!" Huang Mao let out a miserable cry, his left hand tightly grasping the wrist of his right hand, and he curled up his body.

  The dark shadow dodged the attack with a swift motion, and then struck Knife Scar's chest with a palm, making a loud "puff" sound. Knife Scar was sent flying several meters away, his chest caved in, and he spat out blood continuously. Apparently, his broken ribs had pierced his internal organs, and he was done for.

  As soon as Huang Mao's mournful cry sounded, the leader's eyelid twitched violently, and then Knife Scar was heavily thrown in front of him, spitting out blood. The desperate eyes looked at himself with a sorrowful gaze, but grew increasingly dim, finally losing all color. Seeing this scene, his heart sank even more, his fighting spirit completely disappeared, cold sweat dripping down his back, soaking through his clothes.

  Huang Mao didn't say anything, but he was fierce in his words. However, his actual abilities were quite lacking. His biggest hobby was playing with knives and killing people, making him the most ruthless general under his own command. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, everything would be ruined, even himself? Is this still human?

  Could it be an encounter with a ghost?

  They didn't believe in these things at first, but now that they've encountered such a thing, they can't help but believe.

  The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. It seemed that in every place where the light couldn't reach, there were those terrifying things lurking everywhere, as if they would pounce on him and swallow him whole with their gaping bloody mouths at any moment.

  A Long seems to have tensed up too, although he's lost some strength, but he's not stupid, of course, he also knows the current situation is very critical. He can only drive, even Zhang Sheng and Xiao Huang were overturned, let alone himself. However, with a trembling heart, he still stood in front of his brother, protecting him behind his back. He only knew that it was his brother who gave him food and clothes to wear, and later he could marry a wife, his brother is a benefactor.

  "Haha, you're quite loyal, aren't you!" The black shadow pressed in, scaring the two of them into retreating several steps.

  "Ah Long still protected in front of his brother, trembling and said: "You... you... don't come over... I'm not afraid... not afraid of you..."

  That black shadow smiled lightly and quickly stretched out his hand to pat him on the neck, and Ah Long fell down crookedly.

  "Ah Long, Ah Long, how are you? Ah Long..." Seeing the last companion fall down, Da Ge's heart tightened even more, as if he had lost his backbone for a moment, and became even more flustered.

  Big brother suddenly turned around and wanted to escape from this hell-like place. But after running a few steps, that shadow was stuck in front of him like a ghost attached to his bones again.

  This time with the light, he finally saw the true face of this dark shadow clearly.

  "Ah, it's you?" he exclaimed.

  "That's right, it was me." The man replied calmly.

  "You...you..." The big brother seemed to have given up all hope, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead. But he appeared unwilling to wait for death, and instead pulled out a knife, let out a strange cry, and charged at that person.

  That person let out a cold snort, his hand slicing through the air with a "whooshing" sound.

  A streak of blood light flashed, and the leading big brother widened his eyes, with an expression of unwillingness in his eyes. His mouth seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything anymore. He slowly fell backwards, his two eyes never closing until death.

  A lifetime of sin can only be atoned for with one's life.

  The yellow-haired boy, who was still rolling around on the ground in pain just now, had already seen that things were not right and, enduring the pain, wanted to slip away. He tiptoed out of the door, and outside the door was a pitch-black expanse; running out might make it possible to escape.

  From young to old, he had never been so close to death before. He had killed people more than once, but had never thought about what it would be like to be killed. But now, he was scared, his whole body trembling with fear.

  He had one foot out of the door and his heart, which had been stuck in his throat, finally went back down. He seemed to have already tasted the flavor of freedom.

  Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a knife flew over, inserting into his back heart.

  "Ah!" Huang Mao looked at the exposed blade on his chest in disbelief, stretched out his hand to grab something, but grabbed nothing, and just held up his hand helplessly, fell down, his body initially twitched a bit, but soon lost any reaction.