The two families are separated by a wall, and since their parents have been murdered, their beloved sister Li Suying is afraid that she will be more than lucky!

Mu Dalang thought so sadly in his heart, but he didn't believe that God would be so cruel to him, he didn't believe that the people he loved the most still left him without warning on this stormy night!

He carefully put his parents side by side, then kowtowed a few times, stood up and ran away, he was going to find Li Suying's sister, perhaps, Li Suying's sister was hiding in a corner, trembling and waiting for him.

He thought so in his heart, and comforted himself like this, but why didn't the tears of disbelief flow so unscrupulously on his face?

Is it the great grief of losing one's parents, or is it the infection of the terrible sound of the rain?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Like a mad bull, he rushed straight into the rain, but like a bull who had been injured in the leg, he stumbled along the way, and once fell directly into a puddle.

But he didn't care, just got up and wiped the rain and tears from his face, and continued to stumble forward.

The night was like ink, the rain was pouring down, and the sky was like lacquer.

It is also like lacquer, and it is the door of the Li family's cave.

As soon as Mu Dalang rushed into the courtyard, he sat down on the ground and sat in the rain, he wanted to stand up, but he felt like his legs were filled with lead. The scene in front of me is all too familiar.

The door of the cave was open, and the room was darkly lit, and there was no sound.

He knew he should go in and find a result, but he didn't have the courage, from the time he entered his house to everything he had just done, all his courage had been drained.

The wind was blowing and the rain was falling.

He sat down in the rain, tears flowed with the rain, but he couldn't cry anymore, he looked at the open door of the Li family like a fool, his eyes wandered and scattered.

After a long time, he struggled to his feet, and with two mallet-like legs, he approached the room step by step, and disappeared into the darkness.

After a long time, he slowly walked out, holding something in his hands, and walked out of the doorway. The dazzling lightning suddenly slipped half the sky, and then the bright light of the lightning was finally able to see clearly, and what he was holding in his hand was Li Suying's corpse.

It is the corpse of his most beloved sister Li Suying.

He fell to his knees in the rain outside the door, and suddenly hissed at the sky, and then cursed like a storm, so loud and so hoarse, as if he were going to compete with this powerful thunderstorm.

At this time, Mu Dalang's legs were kneeling in the rain, but he didn't feel pain at all, nor did he feel cold, and his various nerves were numb.

He scolded like that, scolded God for his cruelty and ruthlessness, scolded himself for his cowardice and incompetence, and even scolded the murderer's loss of conscience, he vowed to find the murderer, and he wanted to fight with the murderer, for his parents and for his beloved. But he knew that he had no martial arts at all, and he had no strength.

He knew that he couldn't beat him, he couldn't fight the murderer, and there was no way to take revenge, the only thing he could do was to live, live, there was always a chance. He held Li Suying's corpse with both hands like that, using his knees as his legs, step by step, dripping with rain in the direction of his home.

The rain dripped into his open mouth and then into his stomach, and when he swallowed it, it was when his scolding stopped.

There is no trace of him left on the street, the front is dragged away, and the back is washed clean by the rain, I don't know if God is erasing the evidence for the killer, or cleaning the street!

The scolding echoed in the rain, and the wind and rain were still in action.

Mu Dalang wanted to scream, but he endured the scream, he was afraid, afraid of death, and his eyes were deeply imprinted in his troubled sea.

He is a person, an ordinary person, and he believes that if he is anyone, after having the same experience as himself, he will be like this, the real man is afraid, he desperately covers his mouth, holding back, can't vent recklessly, he wants to shout out, his mouth has opened widely, but there is no sound, and he stubbornly blocked the whimpering sound in his throat, and did not make a sound.

The rain kept falling, as if he was sympathizing with Mu Dalang, Mu Dalang let the rain flow down with tears, and in the whole environment, in addition to the sound of the wind squeaking on the doors and windows, it was the sound of the rain hitting the cloak "ticking", which was so harsh.

Other than that, you can't hear any other sounds, it's still and it's not still.

Mu Dalang knew that the entire village was estimated to have been wiped out, and there was nothing left to live, so in order to prevent the murderer from killing him again, he had to run away and leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

At this moment, no one would have thought that in the storm, there was a poor Mu Dalang, who was suffering in pain, running desperately, no, to be precise, running for his life, running was not enough to describe his mess!

He couldn't see the road in front of him clearly, so he could only keep running, the heavy rain was dripping, and the original dusty road was already muddy.

The pothole was already full of rain, and he didn't care about it so much, so he kicked it down heavily, I don't know that the puddle was deeper, Mu Dalang, one stumbled, and fell into the mud.

But he didn't care about the pain at all, he got up and continued to run, and on the streets of Lingkou North Village, the embarrassed Mu Dalang was running all the way.

His face and body were covered with mud, which had just been washed away by the rain, and then he was stained with muddy water that he had splashed as he ran, and the cycle repeated. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out, and the speed was very fast.

"Murderer...... Bad...... Murderer! Mu Dalang immediately trembled when he saw it, his speech was slurred, and he could only speed up and run wildly, eager to have two more feet, spread his hooves and run.

This black shadow was extremely fast, but when he saw Mu Dalang's running, he was so embarrassed, but he suddenly slowed down, step by step, and even slower and slower, thinking that he was joking, and he had regarded Mu Dalang as a plaything, but Mu Dalang was still very panicked.

"Help, help!" Mu Dalang shouted, he knew, no one could hear the shouting at the moment, but he still couldn't help shouting.

A flash of sword light, the man in black drew his knife, and did not strike immediately, but kept moving forward but kept a certain distance as if jokingly.

Mu Dalang didn't know what the man in black thought, so he could only run out of the village first, and then find the government for help.

"Help, help!" Mu Dalang shouted as he ran.

The man in black was in hot pursuit.

Suddenly, Mu Dalang fell down by the stones under his feet, his head was stuffed deep into the dirt, his hair fell out, and his eyes were also covered with muddy water.