Zhang Zhao opened the back door of the small courtyard and slipped out into the street, he had been planning this day for a long time.

The clothes were second-hand old clothes bought at the bazaar and never worn in front of people, so that he looked like an outsider and would not arouse the Li family's excessive vigilance.

The purpose of the hat and mask is to prevent acquaintances in the village from recognizing themselves in a short period of time, giving warnings, and making it easier to approach the target.

On the street, several cars stopped on the side of the road, and more than a dozen Li family members who participated in the ancestor worship got out of the car with a smile and a smile, ready to hold a family banquet.

Li Zixin, the head of the Li family, got out of the car and went home with a smile, and the three sons behind him took the big bags and small bags under the car.

Li Zhengjun, the third elder of the Li family, is holding some cold dishes to worship his ancestors in both hands, and these dishes that have been blessed by the deceased elders of the Li family will be served at the family banquet for a while, and everyone will eat a little, so that everyone can enjoy the well-being and care of the ancestors, and the blessing and longevity of the Li family will be extended.

Li Zhengjun, who was walking at the end, suddenly felt a shadow in front of him, and saw a man wearing a mask and a hat putting a plastic bucket in his hand on the ground next to his car, and he didn't know what liquid was inside.

Li Zhengjun's heart was on fire without a name, who are you, do you know whose car this is? Dare to put things here casually, and you can afford to pay for the dirty car if the things spill out? Before he could say this, his shoulders sank, one arm was on his shoulder, and the man grabbed his neck, and there was a vague familiarity between his eyebrows.

Before Li Zhengjun could react, he heard a very low voice in his ear, "Sister Hui greets you." ”

Li Zhengjun, who had done a lot of bad things, immediately reacted that it was Zhang Xiaohui, who died a few years earlier in the Zhang family next door, and immediately understood who the person who came over was, and before he could speak, he felt a pain in his waist and eyes, and the strength of his whole body seemed to have a vent, and it was gone, and then his throat was tight, and he couldn't breathe, so he couldn't speak, so he could only fall to the ground.

Li Zhengjun suddenly felt weak, and his eyes began to blur. Looking down, there was a big hole in his waist, and the blood flowed out like a faucet, and the three souls of the third child of the Li family had already gone to two souls.

Since Zhang Zhao has already done it, he no longer hesitates, the experience of serving in the army and the family tragedy many years ago have kept his body relatively strong. At that moment, several young men and women who were laughing and laughing rushed to the next target, Li Fujun, the second eldest of the Li family.

Li Fujun, Li Xiaojun, and Li Zixin, the head of the Li family, can't let any of them go.

Zhang Zhao swept past Li Fujun's side, his speed did not stop at all, but his right hand passed through Li Fujun's throat.

Before the Li family, who had been staggered by a strange man just now, had no time to vent their dissatisfaction in their hearts, they saw a bloody arrow flying up from Li Fujun's neck, like the ink that a calligrapher had wantonly splashed on the scroll, flying in the air.

The blood splashed everywhere combined with the smile on Li Fujun's face formed a strange picture.

Fear finally broke through the shackles of the thoughts of the men and women around him, and on this afternoon of Chinese New Year's Eve, he galloped coolly, and several frightened screams weaved into each other, turning into a worldly Luo Qi.

When Li Xiaojun, the boss of the Li family, suddenly turned around because of the changes behind him, he was greeted by a sharp blade in his chest.

The sharp blade was like cutting pork, easily slicing through Li Xiaojun's chest and abdomen, and those ugly internal organs seemed to rush out and face this quietly polluted world.

When the screams of fear turned into desperate screams, the female voice was mixed with the cry of the child, which made this picture of 12 years of forbearance and revenge for her mother and sister suddenly added a bit of distinction.

Sixty-one-year-old Li Zixin leaned limply against the gate of his newly built courtyard, barely believing his eyes. The 37-year-old eldest who fell to the ground nearby and his internal organs flowed all over the place, the 32-year-old second child who fell in a pool of blood with his neck in his arms and curled up and bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the 29-year-old child who fell to the side of the car in the distance and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

In a few seconds, the Li family, which was full of children and grandchildren, was almost wiped out.

Is this the blessing of the ancestors, or the punishment of the ancestors?

Li Zixin didn't have time to think too much, and the man with the blade had already come to him, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

"You are Zhang~" The man didn't say much, and the dagger immediately slashed Li Zixin's throat, and then his chest was cold. Li Zixin's lightning flashed between the flashes of lightning, who was the one he recognized, but his eyes were dark, and he couldn't say anything more.

In the blue sky and white day, a sudden lightning bolt exploded in the sky above the newly built courtyard of the Li family, and the hideous branch-like lightning illuminated a radius of several miles as bright as silver frost.

Immediately afterwards, there were a few rumbling sounds, and a series of explosions and thunders sounded between the heavens and the earth, like the beating of marching drums.

At this moment, everyone in the Li family was so shocked that they stopped crying and screaming, and an invisible pressure pressed on their hearts, and they couldn't make any sound.

In an instant, countless dark clouds enveloped the land of Western Qin, and the sky became dark all of a sudden, and it was almost impossible to see after a long time.

"Hahahaha, Mom! Sister, your revenge has finally been avenged!" Zhang Zhao, who had a great revenge, no longer wanted to hide his face, he ripped off his hat and mask, turned to the rest of the Li family with a sharp blade in his hand, and said, "There is a debtor who is wronged, and what happened twelve years ago has nothing to do with you." If you want to avenge your father in the future, then come to me, my name is Zhang Zhao! But I think you have no chance! It should be the government that kills me!"

After Zhang Zhao said this, the downpour fell in the blink of an eye, as if a hole had been pierced in the sky, and the rain was almost connected into a line, like a string of beads to communicate the heavens and the earth, and in a moment, the ground formed a puddle.

Thick dark clouds obscured the entire sky, and the figure was no longer visible from a distance of more than ten meters.

Before the Li family could react, Zhang Zhao immediately turned around and left, and when he passed by the car, he stabbed the third child of the Li family in the neck who had not yet lost his breath, and then ran home.

Originally, his plan was not like this, he was going to order the Li family's three Santana cars after the killing, and the plastic buckets he was carrying before were filled with gasoline.

But this sudden pouring rain disrupted his plans, but it also gave him a new chance.

Originally, I thought that the time when I had no choice but to kill people on the street was in the afternoon, and I could only flee the scene immediately after making a move, otherwise the officers and soldiers would be dispatched, and I would have nowhere to escape, and if it didn't go well, it was possible to be caught on the spot.

My father's body is still at home and cannot be buried, which is really unfilial.

Today's society is a legal society, and there is no chance to bury my father after making a move, and what awaits me is definitely the death penalty.

Now, it is raining heavily, you can't see, and it's almost impossible to drive, so the time for the officers and soldiers to go out will be greatly delayed, so you will go home first to get the money, and carry your father's body on your back to Siyu Mountain to bury your mother together, but you want to talk about it.

I just don't know how long this rain will last.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao didn't hesitate anymore, immediately got up and returned home, wrapped his sister's urn with clothes, put it in the bag, and hung the bag on his chest.

In order to save effort, he used a rope to tie his father tightly with his body, and took out the last remaining 3,000 yuan in the family, a few canned meat and a folding military shovel.

Zhang Zhao put on rain boots and looked back at the small courtyard of his home in the rain, he knew that he would never be able to return to this place that carried his countless childhood memories in this life.

In the distance, the Li family was already full of people, panic and crying everywhere, Li Jiaan had a phone, and it was estimated that he had called the police.

The village is only three miles away from the township government, and it should be very fast to come over there, even if it rains, it can't block much time, but there are not many people, and there is no manpower to search for themselves, at most they can only protect the scene and inquire about the crime.

Zhang Zhao finally sighed, resolutely stepped into the rain, relied on his memory, and headed in the direction of Siyu Mountain.