Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Han Laowai had just climbed to the edge of the tunnel entrance, half of his body dangling in the cold wind, when he suddenly stopped.

He raised his cloudy, yellowed old eyes and stared intently at the tattered cloth bag hanging around Scarface Liu's neck.

The bag contained six large yellow croakers and two thousand yuan in cash.

That was all the wealth he had accumulated by digging through barren soil in Xiazigou for half his life and by taking countless lives.

Old Han's left hand, which was digging into the blue brick, trembled slightly, and waves of excruciating pain from the broken finger surged up to the top of his head.

He's almost sixty this year.

His only son, Da Long, died, and his apprentice, Er Kui, also perished. There wasn't even anyone left alive to break the basin and wave the banner for him.

Now that I've lost my arms and legs, I'm a half-crippled old man.

This money is Han Laowai's lifeline for the rest of his life; it's his last trump card to get a hot meal and a cheap coffin.

But now, this money to buy his life is safely hanging around the neck of another wolf.

A one-eyed wolf, just like Han Laowai, who is ruthless and heartless, and who eats people without spitting out the bones.

Han Laowai clenched his back teeth, making a grinding sound, and a thick layer of black water uncontrollably welled up in his eyes.

But now, this vital organ is safely hanging around the neck of another vicious wolf.

Like Han Laowai, he was a one-eyed wolf who turned on people without mercy and devoured them without spitting out the bones.

Han Laowai clenched his back teeth, making a grinding sound, and a thick layer of black water uncontrollably welled up in his eyes.

A murderous intent suddenly surged within the cold, dark tunnel entrance.

Rather than waiting for this bastard to turn the tables and bite back, it's better to strike first!

He stared intently at Scarface Liu's tattered back as he walked deeper into the tunnel towards the pupa.

The tunnel was dark and narrow, making it difficult to even turn over.

Scarface Liu already had one arm and one leg broken. Once he was completely inside that earthen hole where he couldn't stand up straight, he was like a crippled dog with its vital point stuck, unable to exert any strength.

Han Laowai gritted his teeth and suppressed his breathing to the lowest possible level.

His only remaining left hand silently reached down and slowly touched the skinning dagger hidden at his waist.

Once he crawled two more steps in, she plunged the knife deep into his back!

The body that had been wriggling forward like a large green caterpillar suddenly stopped without warning.

Scarface Liu, dragging his broken leg, suddenly turned around on the muddy steps of the tunnel.

In the darkness, that single eye exuded a wild, wary, and sinister aura.

"Old Han."

Scarface Liu's voice was extremely low as he stared intently at the hand hidden at Han Laowai's waist: "At this point, you'd better not have any wicked thoughts."

Han Laowai shuddered violently, and his left hand, which was gripping the knife handle, instantly froze into a stone.

He forcefully suppressed the murderous intent that was burning his skull, his dry lips twitching twice to force out a forced laugh that was more like a grimace: "Old Liu, what kind of talk is this..."

"Shut up!"

Scarface Liu had no patience for his nonsense; a fierce glint flashed in his single eye. "I don't believe you, you old bastard! Go to the front!"

Before he finished speaking, Scarface Liu suddenly reached behind his back with his last remaining hand and pulled out a black Star pistol that gleamed coldly.

Without the slightest hesitation, the dark muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at Han Laowai's forehead.

"Get to the front!"

Scarface Liu gritted his teeth, snapping the safety pin with his thumb: "If you don't leave, I'll shoot you right now, so you don't pull any dirty tricks on me behind my back!"

The crisp sound of the spring completely shattered Han Laowai's nascent evil thoughts.

His eyelids drooped, concealing the fleeting resentment in his eyes, and he forcefully pressed the skinning dagger, which he had only pulled out halfway, back into his waist.

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, Han Laowai didn't dare utter a sound. Like a stray dog, he squeezed past Scarface Liu with difficulty and led the way into the dark depths of the tunnel.

The two had just switched positions and had crawled forward for less than forty or fifty meters in the moldy mud.

boom!

A muffled bang suddenly came from above and behind.

That was the sound of someone kicking down the wooden door of the back room of the leather shop, frame and all.

Han Laowai, who was leading the way, trembled with fear and lay motionless in the mud like a corpse. Scarface Liu behind him also froze instantly, his heavy breathing caught in his throat.

The living devil who crawled out of the mine pit chased him into the house.

……

boom!

With a loud bang, the dilapidated wooden door and frame of the back room were kicked inward with great force.

The wind and snow, carrying ice shards, instantly poured into the house.

Zhao Shanhe, with a Type 56 pistol slung across his shoulder, stepped over the threshold, his footsteps treading on the scattered pieces of wood.

The room was a complete mess, as if bandits had just sieved it.

The open, dilapidated wooden cabinet door was askew, several tattered old cotton-padded coats were haphazardly thrown on the muddy ground, and the kang table was knocked to one side.

A kerosene lamp lay overturned beside it, its wick just extinguished, still emitting a wisp of thin smoke.

Zhao Shanhe stepped forward and reached out to pinch the glass cover of the kerosene lamp.

The glass cover was still hot to the touch.

The person didn't go far at all.

Behind him, the black dragon and the green dragon lowered their heads.

Black Dragon pressed its nose firmly against the ground, sniffed the air twice, and then pounced directly to the innermost side of the heated kang.

It let out a muffled growl at the few blue bricks under the kang mat, its two front paws frantically digging at the soil in the cracks.

Zhao Shanhe walked over and used the barrel of his gun to pry open the messy quilt and mat on the kang (heated brick bed).

Below, a hidden panel is visible, fitting perfectly with the floor tiles.

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the wooden board, then lifted it up.

A cold wind, carrying the smell of musty and earthy odors, suddenly rushed out from below, revealing a dark, square opening.

The black dragon let out a frenzied roar and plunged half of its body directly into the black hole.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed the black dragon by the scruff of its neck and forcefully pulled the nearly crazed dog back.

Hunters in the old forest all know a rule: if you try to force a bleeding wild animal out of a dead hole, you're most likely to get your hand bitten off.

The town is only so big, and these old cat-ear-shaped holes can't be dug very long. The only exit could be in that abandoned, messy graveyard at the west end of the town.

A cold, emotionless smirk played on his lips as he turned and retreated into the snowstorm, giving a short whistle to the two dogs: "Go."

In the tunnel, separated by only one board.

Dead silence.

Han Laowai and Scarface Liu looked like two flattened toads, clinging tightly to the musty, rotten mud.

The two of them forced themselves to stop breathing, their faces turning a deathly bluish-purple.

The dull thud of boots hitting the wooden planks above their heads, less than half a meter above the ground, was relentlessly pounding on their skulls.

Just when Han Laowai thought the wooden plank would be lifted and a volley of bullets would turn them into mangled flesh,

The footsteps stopped.

Then, the heavy commotion turned and walked outside, accompanied by the barking of dogs, gradually swallowed up by the sound of the wind outside.

Two violent, wheezing sounds, like broken bellows, suddenly echoed from inside the tunnel.

Scarface Liu, utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the mud as if he'd been pulled from the water: "I'm gone..."

Old Han greedily inhaled the musty, cold air from the tunnel, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down his face: "He didn't notice... Old Liu, he didn't notice!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get up there!"

Scarface Liu clenched his teeth, which were covered in mud and sand, and gripped the frozen ground in front of him with his only remaining good hand: "It'll be too late by the time he reacts!"

The sheer joy of escaping death instantly overwhelmed the excruciating pain of the severed limbs. The two crippled old thugs, like two crazed maggots, desperately burrowed deeper into the narrow, dark earthen cave, oblivious even to the blood and gore on their knees and elbows from the rubble.

I wonder how long they've been larvae in the moldy mud.

The frozen ground ahead suddenly softened, and a pale sliver of moonlight peeked through the gaps in the withered grass.

We've arrived at the export point.

Han Laowai, who was at the very front, was like a shriveled loach out of water, desperately pushing aside the disguised withered branches and leaves with his mud-covered head and shoulders.

A cold wind carrying dry snowflakes instantly hit my face.

He leaned most of his body out of the tunnel, greedily inhaling the cold air and moonlight into his lungs. Even the excruciating pain of his severed finger was completely dispelled by the ecstasy of escaping.

Sure enough, outside was the chaotic graveyard at the west end of the town.

"We're out... Old Liu, we're out!"

Han Laowai suppressed his voice, which revealed a kind of frenzied madness from escaping death.

He spat a mouthful of bloody yellow phlegm into the snow, and forced a vicious, yet gleeful, grin onto his mud-covered old face: "Pah! What kind of living devil crawled out of the mine? He's still just a little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair! He wandered around the house and couldn't even touch a board, yet he wanted to wipe out our family line?"

Scarface Liu, still dragging his broken leg out of the tunnel, put away the Black Star sword in his hand and snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense and pull me up here!"

"That little bastard is a real mad dog, he's been biting me relentlessly and managed to chase me all the way here!"

Scarface Liu breathed heavily, cursing viciously, "Once I get out of here and catch my breath, I'll exchange this bag of yellow croaker for cash. I'll pay up to hire an even tougher guy! Zhao Shanhe thinks he can fight? I'll see if he can still fight when I've chopped his whole family into mincemeat and fed it to the dogs!"

Han Laowai, who was in front, didn't respond.

He not only didn't respond, but even his heavy breathing from before disappeared.

Han Laowai's body was mostly suspended in the cold wind outside the cave entrance. The ferocious smile on his old face was still frozen, but his turbid eyes bulged out due to extreme fear, staring straight at the snow five steps away.

It's less than five steps away.

Zhao Shanhe sat imposingly on a broken half of a tombstone, his Type 56 submachine gun casually resting on his knees.

The black dragon and the green dragon stood on the left and right, like two fierce guardians, silently crouching on either side.

Two pairs of eerie green dog eyes stared intently at the half-human figure emerging from the burrow, omitting even the low growls in their throats, waiting only for their master's command.

The pale moonlight shone on Zhao Shanhe's face.

He looked down at the maggot on the ground, which thought it had crawled out of hell.

Zhao Shanhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth: "Long time no see."