So I hid the knife on my body and started to carry wine out.

I couldn't move too fast, nor could I move all the wine outside immediately. When I moved a few jars of wine outside, the people had gathered in a flower hall in the yard, where they found some meat and other food, and were eating it on the fire.

When they saw that there was wine, they seemed very happy and started to eat and drink. I curled up from a distance and watched.

Soon they drank all the wine and asked me to move again. This time I became familiar with the route and moved back five or six jars of wine. Lao Dao drank very happily and shouted while drinking, "The wine of this rich family is not bad, it's strong enough!"

"Not only is the wine enough, but women are also strong! Unfortunately, there are too few people. You should keep it for fun before killing them." The others began to agree.

"Hmph, what are the girls? With this money, are you afraid that you won't be able to find a more energetic woman?" Lao Dao sneered and suddenly looked at me.

When I saw his cold gaze, my heart tightened. I didn't know what he was going to do, so I could only lower my head and my heart began to jump up.

He threw me a piece of meat and said, "Little bastard, for your hard work, I will give you a good meal. If you have enough, you will be on the road tomorrow morning."

When the rest of the people heard this, they began to laugh freely.

They didn't know that I had eavesdropped on their plans, but when I heard this, my heart began to twitch again.

I didn't say anything, silently gnawing on the piece of meat.

Only by eating can you do things with strength.

They drank a lot of wine that night, and I went out to move five or six jars of wine, all of which were all drunk. They didn't stop until late at night, but they were all drunk, and a few people were already drunk and fell asleep. According to the convention, they tied me up with a rope before going to bed. But this time they seemed to be no longer wary of me and just tied my hands casually.

I was ecstatic because I had taken out the knife in advance and hid it.

I hurried in the corner and waited quietly for them to fall asleep. Gradually, except for their snoring, the only thing left in the entire flower hall was the occasional crackling sound of the fire.

The wind and snow outside are still very fast and cold.

I didn't dare to be careless, and waited for nearly an hour and made sure they had slept very hard. Then I slowly moved my body, left the flower hall, and found the knife.

They made a fatal mistake, which gave me the opportunity to pick up the knife and cut the unstable rope that tied my hands.

So later, when I became an adult, I still deeply reminded myself that if I want to live longer, I must not make mistakes, even if it is some inconspicuous small mistakes.

At some point, details can determine life and death.

I began to go to the wine cellar to move wine in the dark. The process was very dangerous. I couldn't make a sound, and I had to use very little time to move as much as possible. At this time, I couldn't think about anything else and would not allow accidents, because once I made a mistake, my desperate bet would be defeated.

I can't remember how many times I went back and forth between the wine cellar. Although it was extremely cold late at night, my whole body was soaked with sweat. I stopped and kicked my breath until the wine in the cellar had almost been moved.

The wine has been moved, and the next step is to pour out the wine. This is the most deadly part that cannot be missed. Fortunately, the wine they drank is really strong, and they slept no differently from dead pigs. I started pouring wine from outside, and I poured all the places I could hold onto, until all those were poured out.

During this process, my nervousness reached the extreme, and my heart almost stuck to my throat.

Late in the snowstorm, the strong smell of alcohol began to fill the house where the family was destroyed.

My nose was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, and my head began to feel a little heavy. I couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, it was almost a fire.

There is a fire in this flower hall.

So the wine began to burn.

When the wine touched the sparks, it turned into a flame, and began to spread rapidly like flowing water. Everything that could burn in the flower hall was ignited, and the fire turned from dark to light, and thick smoke rose.

In a blink of an eye, the entire yard was surrounded by fire, and the wind and snow added to the fire, all I could see was the blazing flames.

In the late night, the manor suddenly became a sea of ​​fire.

I didn't escape because I knew there was no way out. At this moment, I was extremely calm. I hid in the dark and watched the movements in the flower hall without moving.

Sure enough, those sleeping people were quickly awakened by the pungent smell of smoke. They were already drunk, and when they woke up, they didn't know what happened. Some people were already on fire and suddenly screamed and rolled around the ground.

"Fuck, what's going on? Why did it catch a fire?"

I saw the awakened old knife yelling in horror. But no one had time to answer him because those people were also confused and at a loss.

They wanted to rush out, but the fire was too big, and the whole yard was already a sea of ​​fire without any chance, and there was no chance to rush out.

Six or seven of them began to roar and scold like trapped beasts. The person on the fire even cried and screamed in tears. The fire became louder and louder. The rest of them were just trying to escape at this moment, and there was no one going up to rescue him. In a moment, they fell to the ground and rolled down, gradually no movement.

Someone shouted and rushed out of the door, but was instantly engulfed by the flame tongue and became a fire man.

Soon another burning scorched corpse was added here.

At that moment, they finally felt the feeling of despair and fear.

My body was soaked with sweat, and the scorching flames almost made me suffocate.

But I feel very happy that my plan has been successful.

No, it hasn't been completely successful yet.

Because the old knife is still alive.

I want to kill him with my own hands.

The old knife almost got rid of one leg and it was extremely inconvenient to move. The rest of the people were trying desperately to extricate the fire, so even though he shouted loudly, no one cared about him. He wanted to stagger out several times, but was forced back by the fire. His face was so anxious that he was distorted, and he was really like an ant on a hot pan.

As the fire grew bigger, the beams in the flower hall began to collapse, directly crushing the two of them to the ground. The flames immediately swallowed them up. A shrill scream came out. The burnt smell of human flesh and the strong smoke in the air rushed into my mouth and nose, making me almost faint.

I know I can't live anymore, and I will be burned to charcoal and turned into ashes like them.

But in this situation, I had no fear, only the pleasure of revenge.

Although they all ended with death, the difference is that this was the ending I controlled myself.

I'm very satisfied.

If we could win the boss who killed my mother with his own hands, the ending would be even more perfect.

I held the knife and was ready to rush out and fight to the death at any time.

At this time, seeing that the encirclement of the sea of ​​fire became smaller and smaller, and the house began to collapse, Lao Dao suddenly grabbed a person and rushed out with his desperate efforts to push the man out. The man was shocked and knew that it was Lao Dao who was eager to jump out of the sea of ​​fire with his body as a cover. Between life and death, the man naturally fought desperately, and the two of them actually fought to the ground.

Although the old knife injured one leg, as their former leader, his skills were naturally much higher than those of his subordinates. When he was desperate, he actually burst out with amazing power, pinched the man's neck and pressed him tightly under him.

The man couldn't move, and his hands were scratching and hitting his head and face on the old knife. He shouted shrillly: "You should kill him quickly, otherwise he would kill you..."

The remaining two were panicked and didn't know what to do for a moment.

The man's aura gradually weakened and he was still shouting desperately: "You can't live... you can't live..."

The old knife's face was covered in blood, his eyes wide open with a bronze bell, as ferocious as a devil. Before the man could finish his words, he broke his neck.

But at the same time, someone was stabbed on his back, and the two of them had turned against him and killed him.

The knife slashed the leader's back and was immediately cut out a bloody mouth that could be seen from the bone. He screamed in pain and turned over and got out.

The two men were shocked when Yidao didn't kill anyone. Lao Dao was shocked and furious. He never thought that his usual subordinates would betray him at the moment of death. He just hated him and grabbed a long sword and shouted, "Damn it! If you want to die, die together!" He waved the sword to kill the two men.

The two of them were usually driven by him and did not dare to be disrespectful to him at all. At this moment, they betrayed at the critical moment of life and death, and their hearts were extremely frightened. Unfortunately, they were already in a difficult situation and could only fight to the death.

The three of them immediately waved their swords to kill each other. The old sword made their swords angry and looked like crazy. The two were forced to retreat step by step. As soon as they met, they cut off one person's knife and neck with one knife, and blood rain suddenly splashed out.

The remaining man was scared and screamed and turned around to escape, but was slashed by the old knife and fell to the ground on the shoulder.

But the old knife also cut the knife into two pieces at the same time.

He didn't care and still held the broken knife and rushed towards the man who fell to the ground.

The man had a broken heart and had to stab him with a knife when he was desperate. He stabbed him into the belly of the old knife.

But the old knife cut off his neck with his broken knife, and a howl made only half of it and it stuck in his throat.

Lao Dao's stomach was bleeding, and his leg injury was inconvenient. Seeing that everyone was dead, his anger and intense emotions dissipated, and he suddenly gasped and collapsed on the ground. Seeing that he was trapped in the sea of ​​fire and was hopeless to escape, his blood-stained face also showed a look of despair. He began to shout loudly, but even shed tears.

At that moment, he seemed to be exhausted and could not raise any more strength.

It turns out that no matter how powerful a person is, when he faces death personally, most people will be so desperate and collapse in their hearts.

And in my opinion, this was the retribution they deserved!

I knew that the time for revenge with my own hands had come, and I had no way out. So I rushed out with all my strength, stabbing the knife in my hand at the old knife without hesitation.

Lao Daozhaozi never expected that when he was the weakest, the one who launched the most fatal blow to him would be a seven-year-old child!

At this moment, he was seriously injured and his mind was completely confused and collapsed, so he was not at all wary of my sudden attack. So when I stabbed him with all my strength into his chest, I saw his eyes open instantly, and his expression was like seeing a ghost.

He stared at me with an incredible look, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't speak for a moment.

I stabbed with a knife, and the warm blood splattered my face. The spirit that was originally nervous and critically nervous suddenly collapsed, and the hands holding the knife trembled involuntarily.

Although I stabbed Lao Dao with all my strength, after all, I was too young and too weak. This knife only hurt him, but did not kill him immediately. Lao Dao's hand grabbed my throat in fear, glared at me, and gritted my teeth and shouted: "It turns out that it's you, a little bastard! I really underestimated you and said, "Did you set the fire?"

His big hands were like a pair of iron pliers, pinching me almost fainted. I knew I was dead now, but I didn't feel afraid in my heart. I stopped struggling, but used my only strength to pull out the knife in his chest and continued to stab him in a random way.

The old knife suddenly splashed out more blood from his chest.

But he was not dead yet, and I was exhausted and could no longer lift my hands.

"Little bastard! You are so brave and dare to plot against me! I must tear you apart!" Lao Dao shouted wildly, staring at his blood-red eyes. I felt his hands suddenly become stronger, my eyes burst, I could no longer breathe, and my head suddenly became numb and blank.

I know I'm going to die soon.

Just when I was suffocating, I seemed to see a bright flower suddenly exploded on the face of the old knife, with blood splattering flowers.

Then there was a huge scream of exclamation.

My hands loosened at the same time, and I fell down and breathed wildly with my neck in my arms.

My throat was almost crushed by an old knife.
To be continued...