The strong wind roared, and the heavy rain formed a rainy curtain that could not be opened. He kept whipping on the bun, his chest and back of Dao Wuchang's chest, his chest and back, seemed to have lost consciousness, and he was calmly facing the wind and cold rain that invaded his body.

At this time, Dao Wuchang was carrying a slightly dull chisel on his left hand and a hammer on his right hand. He was a kind craftsman. When he was revenge, the only thing he thought of was the guy he used to was usually doing.

When Dao Wuchang, who was already wet, saw a little dim candlelight coming from his house, his heart that seemed to be cold was still touched. He didn't want to kill anyone unless he had no choice, let alone two martial arts people. If he really died here, his daughter who stayed in the cave would probably not be able to survive. Then what's the point of his wife trying to save her?

He was about to turn around and leave, looking at the corpses of the two relatives who were still lying in the mud and water in front of the door, Dao Wuchang's heart burned again, and a flash of lightning flashed through the sky. He judged his wife's location through the lightning. He crawled over from the mud and water, pulled out the two arrows with green light behind his wife, and retreated back to the area he felt safe again.

A fire was lit in his house at this time, and two strong men with shirtless upper bodies were roasting the fire. The steam steamed from their bodies took away the depression that had originally accumulated in their hearts. While they were radiant, they gradually recovered their original confidence. One of the men said confidently: "It rained so heavily, the farmer's man probably couldn't go much far."

"How can we get the job done when we go back?"

"Isn't the Ma surname still half of the money not taken away from us? If he can't even find the hiding place for the farmer tomorrow, then we will use him to replace this mission."

The two of them then let out a sinister laugh, which made Dao Wuchang, who had already sneaked into the kitchen, unable to help but feel numb.

Just as Dao Wuchang was hiding next to his rice jar, looking for a piece of bacon that the family could not bear to eat, footsteps came from far to near, and towards the small house where Dao Wuchang was. The man was holding a lit wooden branch in his hand, but was wiped out by a rain of rain on the eaves. The man might have never thought that Dao Wuchang had the courage to return here again, and was getting closer and closer to the kitchen where Dao Wuchang was. The moment the man pushed the door, a flash of lightning hit a giant tree in the mountains. The rolling thunder followed one after another like a tide. A roar of God exploded directly above the precarious house, making the man who had just stepped into the house unable to help touching his ears.

With the light of lightning just now, the man had already discovered a piece of bacon that was smoked black on the stove. At this moment, all his thoughts were on the piece of bacon that had just been radiating in his mind, so that he ignored the coming danger.

A flash of light appeared again like the daytime. The man actually covered his ears with both hands. At the moment when the thunder came, the arrowhead with a green light in Dao Wuchang's hand was inserted into the man's throat without hesitation. Just as the two were still entangling and fighting, the thunder that lasted for a long time sucked away the noise caused by the two of them from the collision and pushing around like a magnet. When the thunder stopped, the kitchen calmed down again. Looking at the man who was lying next to the rice jar and died of verbal blood, Dao Wuchang did not believe that he had actually killed an opponent who seemed to be several times stronger than him.

The feeling of killing for the first time was very strange. He was not happy, not worried, not angry, not regretful. His hands kept trembling, but his heart was extremely calm. This was what he should have done, but it seemed to be a little too smooth, so that he forgot the gap between himself and the other party's true strength. After his strength recovered, he rushed into the lobby without hesitation.

The man who was burning the fire might not have expected that the other party's assassination would come so suddenly that he could not dodge. When he saw the other party rushing towards him indiscriminately, he instinctively kicked the man hard on the wrist of the hammer that was waving.

After the hammer in Dao Wuchang's hand was removed, the chisel in his hand was inserted into the ankle that the man kicked out. The sound of teeth soreness caused by the iron tool and the bones hit him in the air. The man with his upper body naked then wailed. Dao Wuchang's move was extremely fierce, and the bone marrow in the other party's ankle seemed to be knocked out. He staggered, and the man directly hugged his foot and lay on the ground, wailing.

Dao Wuchang's reaction was also very amazing. While the other party was in great pain and had not recovered, he used the strength of his body to directly insert the chisel into the other party's chest and pressed his whole body directly onto the other party's chest. When a stream of warm blood was sprinkled on Dao Wuchang's face, Dao Wuchang pushed the chisel in a few inches without worryingly. Until the other party stopped spasming, he rolled aside from the other party's body.

In just a moment, Dao Wuchang killed two people in a row. Since he heard that Ma Laizi would come again after dawn, Dao Wuchang decided to kill one more person, so that the blood feud could end.

Looking at the bodies of two relatives who were swollen and had no living breath on the demolished door panel, Dao Wuchang raised a sharp sword left by the two and chopped down hard on one of them. Looking at the bloody head rolling to the side, tears fell from Dao Wuchang's eyes again.

Dao Wuchang's fight just now almost used all his strength. The wind, cold rain and fragmented heart snatched away his last strong defense, and he fell asleep so deeply.

The heavy rain last night took away the bloody smell of the yard, and the wind in the hall blew away the breath of death that filled the room.

Dao Wuchang, who was sleeping in a daze, woke up suddenly when he heard a burst of rapid footsteps. The third person he was going to kill seemed to have arrived. The man seemed to have brought two helpers, so Dao Wuchang also wanted to kill the fourth person and the fifth person.

Looking at the two corpses lying on the door panel, Ma Laizi, who was worried, finally stopped outside the door and muttered to the empty door: "Two uncles, you see what you asked me to do, are the other half of the reward?"

With a 'bang', a bag of silver coins with a pleasant sound was randomly thrown at the edge of the threshold. For a moment, the few people outside were in a very embarrassing situation. Even Ma Laizi felt that this seemed to be a trap, and hesitated in place for a while, watching the bulging bag of silver coins gradually rippling in his heart, and finally the huge wave of greed subverted the rational boat.

Money is evil. When Ma Laizi trotted over and squatted on the ground to pick up the bag of silver, he found that his head was also divided. Dao Wuchang was unable to kill the fourth one and the fifth one. Since all the damn people died in this room, the rest of the irrelevant death or not is no longer so important.
Chapter completed!