I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 187: Villains usually die because they talk too much (Zhao Hai's death countdown -4!)
The showers have begun to subside.

Jiang Anning felt that after a while of rapid rain, the sound seemed to suddenly slow down.

The crackling sound on the roof gradually turned into a dripping sound.

Has the rain stopped?
She looked at the embroidery work on hand, quickened her pace to finish the last few stitches, paused, stretched her wrist muscles slightly, stood up, walked to the window and pushed it open.

With a splash, the accumulated water fell to the ground in an instant, startling people slightly.

"It really has stopped raining."

Jiang Anning looked at the dark night sky, as if it had been washed by water but without a single star, and for a moment he was unable to tell the time.

But, come to think of it, it’s just after midnight at most?

She turned around, rolled up the embroidery with a piece of cloth, and carefully put it into the closet.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up another piece of clean cloth and put it back on the embroidery frame and stretched it tight.

She casually embroidered a magnolia flower on it.

It was okay, so I left a few stitches unfinished. I put the needles aside and stood up to replace the candle on the table lamp.

The candle flame swayed slightly for a moment, and soon became brighter with the help of the lampshade.

She was much more satisfied. She found a straw raincoat and a hat, dressed herself up, and put on a pair of waders over her shoes.

After locking the door from the inside, she hesitated for a moment, went back into the house, picked up the lampshade and blew out the candle.

The room instantly fell into endless darkness, merging into the pitch-black darkness outside.

Jiang Anning was much more satisfied. He closed the door, pulled the rope hanging on the door head from the outside, and bolted the door from the inside.

In order to avoid leaving footprints, she walked carefully along the edge of the house until she jumped over the wall and climbed out of her own home. She then walked along the walls of several houses for a while, and finally jumped to the other side, stepping on the messy weeds until she entered the woods.
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Zhao Hai woke up from his coma and found that the rain had stopped. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After he looked around, he felt the wounds all over his body were swollen and painful from being soaked by the rain, and he couldn't help but hissing a few times.

Enduring the pain with great difficulty, he climbed up from where he was lying, half leaning against the pile of earth behind him, twisting his body to rest. Only then did Zhao Hai have the strength to look around him.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Fuck, what a hell of a place!"

He wanted to move his body, and when he kicked his legs, he kicked the dirt next to him, and a rustling sound was heard instantly.

Zhao Hai stopped in a daze and swallowed fearfully.

Damn, could there be some steep cliff or a deep pit underneath?

He was panic-stricken and trembling for a long time before he finally calmed down. He groped around his side with his hands and finally touched a large clod of earth. He didn't even dare to move too much, for fear that there was a huge pit or a cliff nearby. If he accidentally fell in, he would be smashed to pieces and die.

Zhao Hai swallowed nervously, and the dog groped stealthily, grabbing the soil piece by piece in his hand.

He gasped for breath, trying to ease the fear in his heart.

After finally calming down, he struggled to raise his wounded arm and threw the dirt in his hand down.

The night was pitch black and too quiet.

Zhao Hai held his breath and counted secretly in his heart.

one two Three……

He counted to seventy-nine numbers and was beginning to lose count.

Finally, a faint echo was heard.

The clod of earth fell to the ground!

It took seventy-nine numbers to land! !
I was so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of meat paste he would be turned into if it was him who just fell down.

I'm afraid the whole person will be torn into meat paste.

Zhao Hai swallowed his saliva. For the first time, he felt that he was so close to death.

The people who had kidnapped him from the prison and locked him up in the other courtyard were also very unfriendly to him and would beat and scold him at any time.

He was almost treated like a dog.

It even seems worse than a dog.

The dog in the other yard can get some praise and a bone from its owner by wagging its tail.

If he dared to say a word more and was heard by those people, no matter what he said, he would be whipped.

Dogs are fatter than him! Better than him!
There is meat at every meal.

What about him?

I couldn't even have a bowl of porridge.

All day long, I either ate stale coarse-grain buns or sour-throating bran cakes.

In addition, he was not allowed to drink more clean water.

I often have to be thirsty for two whole days before I can barely get half a bowl of water.

Sometimes I can only lick the water bag to moisten my mouth.

The only time he was not restricted from drinking water was probably when those people gave him some unknown bitter medicine soup.

There is also bath water for him to bathe.

After being deprived of water for nearly half a month, he was so thirsty that he could not bear it anymore.

Once again, when they pushed him into the bathtub, he sank to the bottom and drank the liquid in big gulps.

He originally thought that these people might beat him up when they saw him like this.

Maybe he could just be killed directly.

He even thought that if this were possible, wouldn't it be a relief?

He was really fed up with the days in that dark little room, unable to live or die, and could only be like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of those people.

But what he didn't expect was that those people were indifferent to his behavior.

As a result, he had to drink his own bath water to survive for a long time.

The longer he lived, the more he realized that he was afraid of death.

But he was also very sure that those people did not want him to die.

But now, he really almost died.

"Fortunately, I am blessed with a long life."

Zhao Hai trembled and supported himself on the slope behind him, and slowly stood up.

The night was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Just by roughly feeling around, I could tell that this was a slope with a relatively gentle gradient.

It should be mostly soil, and it should be the compacted kind.

There are a lot of wild grass growing on it, and it is very lush.

He grabbed a handful and pulled hard, feeling that the grass was very strong and should be strong enough to support him as he climbed up.

But there should be thorns in this.

He was not quite sure what had caused the wound on his body.

But it must be something very sharp.

Zhao Hai estimated in his mind how likely it was that he could climb up safely.

Finally decided to take the risk.

It's too dangerous to stay in this place.

Who knows if the place where he is now will suddenly collapse?
Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but ever since those people had fed him an unknown bitter medicine soup and forced him to take a bath in the dark medicine soup for several hours, causing him to endure a lot of pain like bone fractures, he felt as if he had become stronger.

There shouldn't be any problem climbing up.

"Wait!"

"You bitches!" "I'm going to kill you when I get there!"

Zhao Hai was almost sticking to the slope, grabbing onto the weeds and slowly climbing up.

"...Heh, you little bitch, Jiang Anning, when I come up here, I will make sure you are in trouble."

"They actually dared to report me to the police. Not only did they put me in jail, but they also tortured me like a ghost, and I was neither alive nor dead."

"I will make you suffer all the hardships I have suffered!"

"No! Twice! Three times!"

Zhao Hai was climbing up while muttering crazily.

It seemed as if Jiang Anning had been torn into pieces by him countless times.

"May God bless me and let me survive this disaster..."

Zhao Hai's weak and frantic voice reached the ears of Jiang An Ning who was walking towards this side in the distance.

She stopped in surprise.

Was that... Zhao Hai's voice just now?

Jiang Anning was a little uncertain and walked over following the sound.

Along the way, I carefully avoided branches that might make noises if stepped on.

Quietly, he walked to the slope.

After listening carefully for a while, she discovered that the voice below, speaking viciously and cursing at her, was indeed Zhao Hai.

what is this?
No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find any place, and you won't be able to find it without any effort at all?
Jiang Anning almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

She clearly heard Zhao Hai muttering that he was blessed by God and had a good life.

She didn't know whether Zhao Hai was blessed by God.

She felt that she was blessed by God tonight.

After hearing what the man said, she was a little worried. What if Zhao Hai was as timid as a mouse and a coward and didn't dare to come back to seek revenge on her? What should she do then?

Unexpectedly, she just took advantage of the rainy day when all the villagers went to bed early to come to the back mountain to interrogate Zhou Ran.

Then he met Zhao Hai, whom he thought about day and night.

God knows how much she wanted to meet Zhao Hai and kill him with her own hands ever since the government issued a warrant for Zhao Hai's arrest!

Maybe by then, he could even bring Zhao Hai’s head to the government office to collect a bounty.

But since that day, Zhao Hai seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Even the government sent out wave after wave of people to conduct a carpet search in the city, but they were unable to find any clues.

She even thought that Zhao Hai had fled far away and escaped overseas.

Several times, I regretted why I didn't kill the man directly, but sent him to jail, giving him a chance to escape.

Zhao Hai, who was cursing Jiang An Ning and gritting his teeth to climb up, had no idea that there was a pair of eyes above his head, staring at him.

When he finally climbed up from the slope, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, instantly relaxed.

He crawled forward a few more times, and then he lay on the ground exhausted like a dead dog, gasping for breath.

Thinking of his own embarrassment, he cursed Jiang An Ning again incoherently.

"...Jiang Anning, you little bitch, just wait for me! I will definitely make you..."

As if sensing someone's call, Jiang Anning walked silently up to Zhao Hai. Just as the man realized something was wrong and had no time to look up to see who it was, Jiang Anning swung the hatchet in his hand and knocked him out with the back of the knife.

Zhao Hai, who was already weak, fainted immediately and lost consciousness completely.

"You're so talkative and noisy!"

I don’t know if it’s because I heard Zhao Hai’s voice, and heard the dirty words in his mouth, which were almost exactly the same curses as in his previous life, but Jiang An Ning felt a little violent for some reason.

It took her a long time to gradually come out of her violent mood, gradually regain her composure, and dragged Zhao Hai to the place where Zhou Ran was imprisoned.

Zhou Ran woke up before the heavy rain started.

Then he found that it was pitch black all around and he couldn’t see anything. He was extremely frightened.

Help!

He wanted to shout for help and opened his mouth, but found that his mouth was stuck by something and he couldn't open it at all!

Uh-huh!
Zhou Ran desperately wanted to make a sound, seeking rescue and a sense of security.

My throat was sore from moaning, but it was of no use. I might not even be able to make any sound.

A huge panic swept through his body.

Who is going to kill him?
Zhou Ran thought about almost all the bad things he had done since he was a child, and also thought about all the people he might have offended.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out who he had offended.

He didn't offend anyone!

He completely forgot about setting up a trap to harm Jiang Genshan.

It’s not that I forgot, I just felt that it was not a big deal.

Even if Jiang Genshan's family was destroyed, it had nothing to do with him!
Jiang Genshan himself is stupid!
How can you blame him for setting up a trap and deceiving people?

If Jiang Genshan had been a little smarter, how could he have been fooled by him?
Zhou Ran carefully reviewed many things in his mind and didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

How could I have enemies if I haven't done anything wrong?

Who on earth locked him up in such a dark place where you can't see your hand in front of you?

He is so heartless and lacks moral integrity!

Zhou Ran felt wailing in his heart for a while, and then he couldn't stop cursing and swearing viciously.

Don't let him know which little bastard did it!

Otherwise he would have to dig up that bastard's ancestral graves!

Just as I was cursing, I suddenly felt something wet under my body.

He was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch it, but he found that his hands were tied and tightly tied to his legs.

I wanted to move some space, but found that my legs were tied tightly. I don’t know what hooked them, and I couldn’t move at all!

Zhou Ran thought as optimistically as possible: Maybe the ground is just wet, it's okay, it's okay.

But it wasn't long before he could no longer remain optimistic.

There is more and more water!
He felt his legs getting cold as they were soaked in icy water.

At first, he was able to remain calm until the water gradually reached above his waist.

Damn it! Who on earth is trying to harm him?

Help.

Help!
Zhou Ran went from initial anger to fear to despair, and the water had already reached his neck.

If he didn't stretch his neck hard, the water that almost soaked his entire body would have flowed into his mouth and nasal cavity.

But stretching your neck cannot fundamentally solve any problem.

Instead, after a while, he felt sore and uncomfortable in his neck, and then he couldn't hold on any longer and relaxed.

The moment he relaxed, the water immediately rushed towards his pipe like a tidal wave.

The feeling of choking on water is not pleasant.

Zhou Ran even felt that he had seen something too ugly in him.

In the end, he stretched his neck again and again, relying solely on his instinct for survival. When he was tired, unable to hold on, and sore, he was pulled back into the water by the restraints under him.

After a while, he was exhausted and his mind became confused.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt as if something was lifted up above his head.