Lin Tianfeng heard Zhao Yin’s voice and instantly froze.
He didn’t dare to turn around and look, quickly shouting, “Brother, Brother, I haven’t offended you, what is this about?”
“Kneel!” Zhao Yin said coldly.
“Brother, we have no grievances, and we’re old acquaintances after all, why do you…!”
Lin Tianfeng tried to say more, but Zhao Yin slightly tightened his grip on the pig-slaughtering knife, and the blade cut his neck.
Feeling the sting, Lin Tianfeng cried out, “Don’t…
don’t, I’ll kneel, I’ll kneel right now!”
With that, he directly pushed the woman off him and knelt on the ground with a thud: “Brother, is that enough?”
At this moment, in Zhao Yin’s mind, a scene from his previous life reappeared: those three foolish women, beheaded by Lin Tianfeng.
When Ning Yue’s head rolled to Zhao Yin’s feet, her eyes were still open.
And Zhao Yin himself had died under the claws of the Flying White Tiger, which he had personally helped Lin Tianfeng contract!
Two swift stabs!
Zhao Yin pierced Lin Tianfeng’s shoulder blades from behind.
When the pig-slaughtering knife was pulled out, it brought out a large gush of blood, splattering onto Zhao Yin’s face, adding a touch of ferocity to his pale complexion.
“Ahhh…
Brother, you motherfucker, Brother…!” Lin Tianfeng cursed loudly.
His two arms could no longer be lifted, and the heart-wrenching pain twisted his face.
“Does it hurt?”
Zhao Yin stepped around to stand in front of Lin Tianfeng, looking down at him coldly, “It’s supposed to hurt.
It’s going to hurt even more from now on.”
“What the hell do you want?
If you want this woman, just take her, why hurt me like this?
You motherfucker!” Lin Tianfeng gnashed his teeth and cursed.
“I only want your life!”
Zhao Yin finished calmly, then, *thud*, he stabbed the knife into Lin Tianfeng’s jaw.
He twisted it forcefully, cutting out Lin Tianfeng’s tongue in the most brutal way.
Lin Tianfeng’s eyes widened, his face filled with terror, still not understanding why all of this was happening.
He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but couldn’t utter a single word, blood flowing from his mouth.
Bang, bang, bang!
He could only forcefully kowtow to Zhao Yin, breaking his forehead in just a few hits.
“Lin Tianfeng, I swear I’ll cut you into a thousand pieces, understand?” Zhao Yin said.
At this moment, Lin Tianfeng, like Zhao Yin in his previous life, made beast-like sounds, his eyes full of pleading.
Zhao Yin suddenly struck swiftly, blinding him with one slash, followed by another slash and another.
It wasn’t until Zhao Yin’s strength was mostly depleted that he stopped, panting.
The woman beside him had watched the murderer of her child being tortured and killed by Zhao Yin, and her face was full of satisfaction.
Zhao Yin suddenly turned and glanced at the woman, asking, “You want to do it too?”
The woman met Zhao Yin’s eyes, couldn’t help but tremble, then nodded, “Mhm.”
Zhao Yin stepped forward to untie the woman, reversed the pig-slaughtering knife, and offered it to her, saying, “You can’t let him die before a thousand cuts, can you do it?”
The woman nodded quickly, took the pig-slaughtering knife, and rushed forward, slashing at Lin Tianfeng’s neck.
“Stop!”
Zhao Yin roared, but it was already too late.
The woman directly cut Lin Tianfeng’s carotid artery, and blood sprayed out like a faucet.
It splattered all over the woman’s body and face.
She knew she had made a mistake and looked back at Zhao Yin with fear.
“Are you an idiot!” Zhao Yin was furious; he had made it very clear.
He kicked the woman to the ground, snatched the pig-slaughtering knife from her hand, and reprimanded, “Stop the bleeding, quickly help him stop the bleeding!”
The woman frantically tried to press down, but she couldn’t stop it.
Blood gushed through her fingers, Lin Tianfeng convulsed, and it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.
Zhao Yin was also enraged; with the supplies he currently had, it was impossible to stop Lin Tianfeng’s bleeding, so he could only watch him die.
“Moron!” Zhao Yin cursed, wishing he could kill the woman.
But the woman looked at him fearfully, trembling all over.
Since it had come to this, Zhao Yin had no other choice.
He handed her the pig-slaughtering knife and asked, “Do you know how to chop dumpling filling?”
“Yes!” the woman quickly said.
Zhao Yin nodded, “Chop him up, ten thousand cuts!”
The woman took the pig-slaughtering knife, and a look of madness gradually appeared on her dirty face.
She rushed forward again, disheveled and covered in blood, looking crazier than a madman.
Zhao Yin was too lazy to bother anymore.
He sat on a broken concrete slab, pulled out half a pack of Huazi cigarettes, lit one, and watched quietly.
Bang, bang, bang!
The disheveled woman swung the knife with all her might…
“Ugh!”
At this moment, inside a mall not far from the crime scene, Xiao Dao bent over and vomited.
Song Xiaojian’s face was also pale.
Before the Apocalypse, they were both flowers of the motherland, living under the protection of society.
Where had they ever seen such a bloody scene?
“Brother, how can there be such cruel people?
Was someone really killed?” After vomiting, Xiao Dao’s tears rolled down in big drops, “They’re not filming a movie, are they?”
Song Xiaojian remained silent, not knowing how to comfort his sister.
“Little sister, it’s the Apocalypse now.
If one day I’m killed like that, you must live on bravely by yourself,” Song Xiaojian said softly.
“Brother, what are you talking about?” Xiao Dao quickly stepped forward and covered her brother’s mouth, then started crying again, “I don’t want Brother to die, I want to be with Brother forever.”
Song Xiaojian stroked Xiao Dao’s head, finally letting out a sigh.
After all, his sister was still too young and found it hard to understand what the Apocalypse was.
Xiao Dao said with a sense of relief, “Fortunately, we didn’t let that bad guy come here, boo hoo…
He’s too scary!”
“If you ever meet that person again, you must go as far away as possible,” Song Xiaojian warned.
“Mhm!” Xiao Dao nodded vigorously.
Song Xiaojian suddenly changed his mind and said, “No, if you ever meet him, you must listen to him.
No matter what he asks you to do, don’t resist.
Only then can you live longer!”
Song Xiaojian could feel that Zhao Yin was a very dangerous person.
Calm, numb, and killed without batting an eye!
And he dared to go out to find supplies right after the meteor shower stopped.
Such a person might live more comfortably than most people in the Apocalypse.
After seeing Zhao Yin kill, Song Xiaojian deeply understood the cruelty of the Apocalypse.
He was just a fifteen-year-old boy, and he didn’t believe he had the ability to protect his sister Xiao Dao well.
If he were no longer around someday, it would be incredibly difficult for a twelve-year-old girl like Xiao Dao to survive!
If she could get the protection of a strong person like Zhao Yin, her chances of survival would be much greater.
“Brother, I don’t want to listen to that bad guy.”
“Listen to me, Brother.
Although that person is cruel, he didn’t harm that woman.
Killing that man might have his own reasons.
What we see might not be the truth, perhaps he’s not a bad person.”
In the worst-case scenario, listening to him would be the best choice.
If Zhao Yin wasn’t a bad person, listening to him would gain his favor and make it easier to receive his protection.
Song Xiaojian didn’t say these words to Xiao Dao.
“I know, Brother.
You’ll be fine, and I won’t meet him either.” Although Xiao Dao resisted in her heart, she didn’t argue with her brother.
Song Xiaojian sighed again, “There’s not much food left.
If Brother Wang doesn’t come back today, I’ll go out to find supplies.”
“Brother, it’s very dangerous outside!” Xiao Dao’s face immediately turned ashen.
Song Xiaojian lovingly ruffled his sister’s little head, “Haven’t you seen that someone has already gone out?
Compared to us starving to death, it’s better to go out and take a chance.”