At night, the moon is still very good

In the deep and shallow darkness, a shadow shuttled through the courtyard, and suddenly, a faint light streaked by, and a bright kitchen knife hovered in the night sky.

"Third Young Master, you are..."

"Open the door, or I'll kill you."

"I... If the eldest lady knew and knew, I would die, young master, you-"

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the knife does not have long eyes." Peng Xiaoqian held the kitchen knife and shook it, and the blade looked sharper in the moonlight.

"Don't- I... I'm open. He opened the door, leaned against the wall, and saw Peng Xiaoqian enter with a kitchen knife, "Oh no—" He roared, staggering and shouting as he ran.

At this time, everyone was alarmed, and the lights were lit up in various rooms.

Peng Dahai also woke up, got up and sat down, and saw a dark shadow outside the door.

"Daddy."

"Little money?"

"I'll let you out."

Peng Dahai rushed out of the door, saw Peng Xiaoqian carrying a kitchen knife, suddenly frightened, took a step back, leaned against the wall, remembered that he had not punished this little son to death a few days ago, so he was afraid, so he stammered: "You... What do you want? ”

"For you." Peng Xiaoqian held the knife in both hands and held it in front of Peng Dahai.

"You—" Peng Dahai didn't understand.

"My mother is still sleeping in the house." Peng Xiaoqian said, "Erniang, Sanniang, Siniang, and the fourth brother and fifth brother are also dead. ”

"Dead?"

"Perhaps, they are nowhere to be found, they have not eaten for a few days, and even if they are not dead now, they will starve to death in a short time." Peng Xiaoqian deliberately said something serious, which aroused his anger.

Peng Dahai was furious, his angry pupils shrank suddenly, he snatched the kitchen knife, and went straight to Qin's bedroom with the knife.

"What's wrong?" Qin heard someone shouting, and he was still getting dressed and getting up to look.

Peng Yisheng got up, he had a premonition that there was no peace here, and his wife was about to get up, so he held her down and said, "No matter what happens, don't go out." ”

Peng Yisheng got dressed and went out to look, and through a door, he saw a thin old man walking over with a shiny knife.

It happened that Peng Xiaoqian also came over, "Is that Dad?" Peng Yisheng asked.

"Yes."

Peng Yisheng glanced at Peng Xiaoqian, his delicate little face exuded a colder aura than moonlight, Peng Yisheng trembled, and hurriedly followed.

Peng Dahai kicked open the door of Qin's bedroom, Qin stumbled, fell on the bed, and faced the skeleton-like Peng Dahai, she was dumbfounded.

Qin exclaimed:

"Little money—"

"Yisheng—"

Peng Xiaoqian and Peng Yisheng stood far away opposite Qin's bedroom, listening to the screams that came from hell, watching the two black shadows in the room chasing and fighting, their hearts also beat wildly, but they were still indifferent.

"As I said, there is retribution for not leaving people alive." Peng Yisheng muttered to himself like a wood.

"Murder—"

"Dead man—"

"Help—"

The servants of the house were screaming, in the house, in the screams, blood donations and the white moonlight, Peng Dahai finally lost his strength, fell to the ground and gasped, his eyes were blood-red, the night turned blood-colored, he saw the tide of blood-red waves rushing towards him, his heart experienced one shock after another.

"Retribution," Peng Xiaoqian was sweating profusely, his red face was both frightened and afraid, and he kept comforting himself, "This is retribution, don't blame me, don't blame me..."

Like a puppet, he stiffened himself and walked into his room, entered the room, closed the doors and windows, and then lay down on the bed, got into the thick quilt and gasped for air.