Chen Zhinan, who was in a heavy mood because of the parting, took heavy steps and returned to the village where he had lived for more than ten years. It's just that the village at this time is much quieter than before.

It's a crisp autumn day.

The late autumn air is dry and cool, and the afternoon sun is lazy and spreads the sun all over the village. Breathing in the fresh air with a hint of warmth, enjoying the leisurely life and peaceful years, this should be the greatest wisdom that the working people of this village have inherited for hundreds of years in exchange for their hard work.

But why is the village so quiet at the moment?

At this time, shouldn't those children chase and play, fly kites and laugh and play in the village?

At this time, shouldn't those three aunts and six wives hold a cutting board and dirty clothes, rubbing their clothes, while chatting about their parents' shortcomings and village gossip?

At this time, shouldn't those old people hold chess pieces, meditate on the chessboard, listen to the sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard, and then think until late at night, thinking about their children urging their children to call him home?

At this time, shouldn't those middle-aged strong men hold the arms of their friends, chop the mountains, blow cowhides, sit in a shady place, and drink the few corners of turbid wine from the tavern with hearty laughter?

At this time, shouldn't those young boys and girls sit in a no-man's land, whisper to each other, and taste the joys and sorrows of love with each other?

How did all of this suddenly disappear?

Go to the countryside and turn over like a rotten Ke person!

However, Chen Zhinan obviously just left for a day!

Stepping into the village, Chen Zhinan suddenly spotted the dark brown crimson in the center of the village. The killing for a day in a row made Chen Zhinan understand that this was the color of blood. In the center of the village, the body of the strong man whose head had been cut off, and the body of the young woman who had been humiliated to death by the crowd had been cleaned up. But the dark brown traces have deeply stained the land, and it is telling Chen Zhinan that what happened will not become a thing of the past because of the departure of people, they will take root in the soil of memory, grow a flower called hatred, and sprinkle a fragrance called not to avenge this vow not to give up.

It's just that Chen Zhinan at this moment doesn't know what happened in the village, but he keenly feels that what happened in the village before is definitely not a good thing. When he saw the blood in front of him, he suddenly worried about his parents, and he vaguely felt a sense of foreboding, so he ran in the direction of home.

As he ran, a strong smell of blood blew on the tip of his nose, and he followed the smell of blood to see that it was the blacksmith's house.

Chen Zhinan grew up with the blacksmith's daughter Yaya since he was a child, the two were childhood sweethearts, Chen Zhinan has always treated Yaya as his own sister, and at this moment he smelled the strong smell of blood in her house, and immediately ran over and kicked the door open.

The scene behind the door will never be forgotten by Chen Zhinan for the rest of his life.

In front of him, two headless corpses appeared.

A burly, dark-skinned, shirtless, stumbling corpse of a blacksmith was lying on the ground.

His head landed not far from his body.

Until the moment the blacksmith's head hit the ground, his eyes were still staring, round and round, and his eyebrows were like sharp swords, frowning in a daze, and the center pointed straight to the tip of his nose. Even though the head had landed, the fierce anger still hovered around him, and did not gradually dissipate with his death.

The head of another corpse could no longer be found. On the neck of the white, smooth jade, slender and straight goose, only a piece of flesh and blood remained. The pieces of flesh wrapped in dark red oxidized blood and the fragments of bones that had been exposed as white as the blood dried up were scattered around the neck of the corpse, and the originally white brains were also solidified on the blood due to the evaporation of the water, forming pieces of white solid. There were also speckled stains on the solids, presumably from the ashes that had splattered out of the furnace before the brains solidified.

The corpse was undoubtedly Yaya's.

The corpse of the maid was much more tragic than that of her father, her body was still in the air, without the cover of clothing, and the clothes that had been fitting and clean had long since turned into wisps of rags, scattered in the room of the blacksmith's shop. Yaya's body was covered with bruises, presumably inhumanely tortured.

What made Chen Zhinan even more angry was Yaya's place. It was supposed to be the exclusive property of Yaya's future husband, and it was so naked and exposed in broad daylight. It was already a blur of flesh and blood, blurred even more illegible than Yaya's head.

Near Yaya's corpse, hammers, axes, and even shovels stained with blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground. What kind of brute can do such cruel treatment to a kind girl who has no power to restrain her hands?

Chen Zhinan was furious, his anger made his eyes red, he used all his strength, vigorously lifted the legs that seemed to have been stuck to the ground, and slowly walked to the old blacksmith's head, wanting to close the old blacksmith's angry eyes with his hands.

It's just that no matter how hard Chen Zhinan tries, the old blacksmith's eyes are round, and he refuses to close his eyes no matter what. This reckless man all his life, until death came, and even until after death, he was dominated by the anger that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and he could not even blink his eyes.

Chen Zhinan worked hard for a while, and found that no matter what, the old blacksmith's eyes could not be closed, so he had to give up, turned around, and looked at Yaya's corpse again, Chen Zhinan burst into tears. He swore in his heart that no matter who did this, he would get justice for the old blacksmith and the maid.

Chen Zhinan bowed deeply three times to the corpses of the old blacksmith and the maid, found a piece of firewood in the house, put it in the stove to start the fire, and then used the firewood to slowly set the blacksmith shop on fire.

He understood why the old blacksmith could not turn a blind eye, and that the most precious daughter had been insulted in such a way that no man could be indifferent.

Now, Chen Zhinan can only hope that the raging flame can burn the bodies of the two of them, purify their bodies, burn all the shame and filth left on them, and release their souls that are not tainted with filth and shame.

In late autumn, the weather is dry and dry, which is most suitable for fires. In a few moments, the flames engulfed the entire blacksmith shop. Only the black carbon deposits on the ground tell the story of what is happening here.

"Uncle, Yaya, you can rest assured on the road, no matter who it is, I will definitely avenge this revenge for you!"