As the patriarch's hand fell, the head of his own son was cut off at the same time.

Like a ball, it bounced and rolled to the patriarch's feet.

The patriarch looked numb, and he looked down at the "ball".

The eyes on the man's head were very wide, and he looked at his patriarch father in horror, as if he was incredulous about what was happening in front of him.

On the side, the headless body was twitching and moving.

Yes, the mobile phone held by the patriarch's son fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the snake on the screen had not finished running.

I saw that its body was thin and long, and it was greedily sucking at the black spots.

Straight ahead, it finally hit the wall headfirst, the phone vibrates, and the game is over.

As the game ended, the patriarch's son jerked one last time, and the man fell straight to the ground.

The patriarch with a bloody face stared at everything that was happening in front of him, without the slightest panic, but he laughed twice.

Just then, there was a scream from behind him.

Turning around, it was the wife who made the sound.

When the woman saw the body of her son who had fallen to the ground, and the head of her son at her husband's feet, she screamed, and as soon as her body went limp, she fell to the ground and passed out.

The patriarch walked over and slashed at her body......

After walking out of the bamboo house, the patriarch's eyes were already blood-red.

His expression was very wooden.

At night, the mountain village was quiet and peaceful, and every family was sleeping very quietly, and the kitchen knife in the patriarch's hand was dripping with blood.

Pushing open the door of a nearby house, he walked in softly.

The couple on the bed slept soundly.

In the moonlight, their breathing was heavy.

Raising the blood-dripping kitchen knife, the patriarch slashed at the couple sleeping on the bed again, and the two stopped breathing without even saying a word.

The child was only five or six years old, crying.

The patriarch laughed twice, and he didn't show any mercy when he killed him.

After killing this family of three, the patriarch went to another bamboo house.

The clan used to keep the door closed, never locked, no matter who went to someone's house, you could push the door directly in. Therefore, the process of the patriarch entering the house was very smooth.

Therefore, that night, all the people in the clan died tragically under the patriarch's kitchen knife.

The whole mountain was filled with a strong smell of blood.

And the chickens kept in the cage are still in the chicken cage, looking at everything that happens in front of them, as if nothing has happened.

The patriarch walked over and grabbed the chickens out of their cages one by one.

He put them on the mountain and wanted the chickens to go to the grass to catch insects to eat, but the chickens didn't even know how to walk, and threw them on the ground like balls of meat.

The patriarch was disappointed.

At this moment, a thunderclap flashed in the sky.

The patriarch covered in blood, under the light of lightning, the whole person is like a ghost from hell.

When it rained, the blood water spread out of the bamboo house, gathered together, and merged into the stream, making the originally clear mountain spring water turn blood red.

The rain was pouring down, but the chickens on the ground still didn't move at all.

They are still like they are in a cage, they don't run or go, they just lie on the ground, in a clump, without the slightest consciousness.

The cold rain hit the patriarch's face, and he gradually came to his senses.

Killing people is only a momentary speed, and the aftermath is the greatest pain.

When he realized that all the people in the mountain, except for himself, had died, he crouched on the ground and began to cry.

A thunderstorm hit him.

The cold and piercing feeling made him extremely sober.

At this moment, the patriarch faintly heard a rooster crow.

That's, the crowing of a rooster.

The voice was faint, but powerful.

Then, again, this time, the sound seemed to pierce the night, piercing straight towards the patriarch.

Suddenly looking up, following the source of the voice, the patriarch quickly looked over and began to look around.

Sure enough, somewhere on higher ground, the patriarch found a huge rooster.

The chicken patriarch knew that it was a rooster that had been raised in the mountains for many years.

Also breeders.

It was more than half a meter tall, and from a distance, it looked like a young ostrich instead of a rooster. The pair of cockscombs stood proudly, as red as blood.

All the local chickens that were bred before were descendants of this rooster.

Although it is only an animal, in this mountain, the status of this rooster is only below the patriarch.

When he saw the patriarch, the rooster also stopped crowing.

One person and one chicken, two or three meters away, looked at each other here, as if they were communicating, without saying a word.

The patriarch's eyes were moist, and he was full of guilt in the face of the rooster.

This rooster has witnessed the most glorious years in the mountains.

Later, after starting to breed cage chickens, the rooster also suddenly disappeared one night.

After the tribesmen found that the rooster had disappeared, they used a lot of manpower and material resources to search every place in the mountain, but did not find any trace of the breeder.

The patriarch was once extremely disappointed.

And now, the people are gone, but it has appeared.

After staring at each other for about ten minutes, the thunderstorm stopped.

After the chicken was wet by the rain, its hair was shining, and its black bean-like eyes were bright. At this moment, the patriarch suddenly turned around.

He went back to his home.

Changing into a neat and clean suit, he began to straighten his makeup in front of the mirror.

After applying a thick layer of hair wax, his hair was combed very smooth and shiny.

Before going out, the patriarch glanced at his son's head, which had fallen to the ground, bowed down, grabbed his hair, and lifted it whole.

With his son's head in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, the patriarch went out again.

Again on the hillside, the rooster was still there.

The patriarch knelt on the ground and laid his son's head on a stone in front of the rooster.

Next, he began to bow to the rooster three times and nine times.

The chicken lowered its head, its sharp beak pecking open a hole in the patriarch's son's celestial spirit cover.

Bloody brains burst out.

The patriarch looked at the chicken and pecked at his son's white brain tissue little by little.

In the face of such a bloody scene, his face was very calm.

Even, with a slight smile.

The eyes on the patriarch's son's head were still open, and he was like he was alive, watching his brain being eaten by the chicken, but there was no reaction.

The stream roars at night, and the river is tumbling at the foot of the mountain.

The heavy smell of blood in the air had almost dissipated under the baptism of heavy rain.

In the bamboo huts in the village, the corpses lying sideways seemed to be still asleep.

The patriarch suddenly raised his kitchen knife and cut off his head......