He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Li Guifang's movements froze in mid-air.

She looked down and saw a knife tip protruding from her chest.

She hadn't fallen yet when the knife was pulled back.

She turned around unsteadily, glanced at her husband who was being held down on the ground, and then at her daughter who was crying her heart out.

His mouth moved slightly.

No sound.

Then she collapsed at her own doorstep.

"Mother!!"

Chen Ya's shrill cries pierced the entire village at dusk.

Chen Dachuan roared like a madman, smashing his head against the foot that was stepping on his chest, and pounced on Scarface like a wild beast at the end of its rope.

Scarface simply turned to the side and swung his knife in a backhand strike.

Chen Dachuan's head flew off.

Scalding blood splashed onto Chen Ya's face.

The little girl's crying suddenly stopped.

She seemed to be choked by something; her lips opened and closed, her eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst out of their sockets, but she could no longer make a sound.

"To harbor extraterrestrial demons will result in the extermination of their entire clan."

Scarface flicked the blood off his knife, his voice as calm as if he were reciting a menu.

"Chenjia Village, not a single person was left."

The sun set.

The killing began.

A dozen soldiers, like wolves among sheep, flashed their blades in the twilight, blood mist filled the air, and screams echoed throughout the village.

Aunt Liu turned and ran a few steps before being cleaved in two from behind by a knife.

Uncle Chen had half his head chopped off. When he fell, he was still clutching his cane in his hand, tapping it against the ground repeatedly.

Someone climbed onto the roof and was shot down by an arrow.

Chen Ergou was still squeezed in the crowd, a fawning smile plastered on his face, waiting to receive his reward.

Scarface walked past him without even glancing at him, and casually wiped his face.

Chen Ergou's smile froze on his face, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

He clutched his throat, making hoarse sounds, and collapsed at the feet of the group of people he thought were his protectors.

The more blood flowed, the more it increased.

The cries from Chenjia Village grew fainter and fainter.

That evening, a layer of dark red mist shrouded the entire village.

A-Dou ran back after smelling the smoke.

He was in a good mood.

When he came back from Big Bird's place, he kept thinking about how much Big Bird had talked to him today. Although he did most of the talking, Big Bird actually smiled too.

He also picked a few wild fruits along the way, intending to take them back to his sister.

When he reached the village entrance, he saw the column of smoke.

It was thick, dark, and shot straight up into the sky.

Adou was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face froze.

"What's going on...?"

He murmured to himself, his steps unconsciously halting.

The wind blew from the direction of the village, carrying an extremely strong smell, like someone was roasting meat, or like something was rotting.

A-Dou's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's the smell of blood.

He was all too familiar.

Children who spend a lot of time interacting with wild animals in the mountains know that this is the smell in the air when a tiger kills a wild boar.

He took off running towards the village.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell becomes.

As he ran past the old locust tree at the village entrance, he saw Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu was lying in the middle of the road, her back split open, the blood had dried, and it was dark red, like a big mouth.

Adou's legs gave way and he fell.

He got up and kept running.

He saw Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen sat leaning against the wall, half of his head missing, with a large patch of spray-like dark brown on the wall.

He kept running.

More and more people are seeing it.

Every door was open, and people were lying in every yard.

Some I recognize, some I no longer recognize.

Adou felt his mind explode with a buzzing sound.

My steps became heavy and slow, as if I were wading through mud, and each step required all my strength.

But he kept running.

I ran towards that most familiar direction.

His home.

The courtyard was even more chaotic.

Pots and pans were broken all over the floor.

His mother had left half-chopped vegetables at the doorway, stained with blood.

His father's wood-chopping axe fell to the ground, its blade covered with dark red scabs of blood.

Then he saw his father.

Chen Dachuan collapsed at the entrance of the main room, his head a few steps away.

He saw his mother.

Li Guifang lay in the courtyard with a transparent hole in her chest, the bleeding had stopped.

Adou stood there, then collapsed to his knees as if his spine had been removed.

He opened his mouth wide.

"mother!!!!"

He heard his own voice, high-pitched and thin, as if it came from a very, very far place, like the howling of a dog that had been skinned alive.

The sound echoed in the empty courtyard, but no one responded.

Adou didn't know how long he had been kneeling.

Until I caught an extremely faint sound in my ear.

He looked up sharply.

It's a corner.

He scrambled over there.

The old village chief lay in a pool of blood in the corner, a broken door panel pressed against his body, his white beard covered in blood clots, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Adou pushed open the door and carefully helped the old village chief up.

"Old village chief! Old village chief!"

The old village chief opened his cloudy eyes, his gaze already mostly unfocused, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to make out the person in front of him.

"beans……"

His voice was soft and delicate, like the last leaf trembling on a branch in winter.

"Go...go quickly..."

"The farther the better..."

Adou shook his head frantically, tears and snot mingling and covering his face.

"Old village chief, what's going on...? My father, my mother...? My sister...? What's happening...?"

The old village chief's breathing grew weaker and weaker, each breath seeming to be squeezed out of his chest.

"Five years ago... the government issued a notice..."

"All babies born on January 1st, 2134 of the Tianyuan Calendar... must be handed over... and executed..."

"Your sister... was born around that time..."

"Your father said... how could such a small child be an extraterrestrial demon... he'd rather die than hand him over... everyone in the village says... that we can't hand him over, that handing him over would be heartless..."

"We kept it a secret together..."

The old village chief's voice trailed off, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

Adou trembled as she tried to wipe it, but the more she wiped, the more it spread.

"I never expected... there would be a traitor... that bastard Chen Ergou..."

"I ran to report it to the authorities..."

"Beans..."

The old village chief suddenly raised his hand, his withered fingers gripping A-Dou's sleeve with astonishing strength.

"Your sister has been arrested..."

"But you can't go... going there would be suicide..."

"Your father and mother only have you...your only son..."

"Hurry...don't let the officials see you...hurry!"

The old village chief's arm suddenly loosened.

He finally exhaled.

His eyes were still open, and his dry pupils reflected Ah Dou's blood-covered face.

Adou sat there, holding the old village chief's body, motionless.

He wanted to cry.

But I can't cry.

My tears seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't cry at all.

it's dark.

The moonlight shone down, casting a ghastly white glow on the corpses scattered on the ground.

Adou was still sitting there, looking completely lost, his eyes fixed straight ahead, towards the direction where his father had collapsed at the door.