novelhk Chapter 324: This is your fate!
Chapter 324: This is your fate!
Old Fu gripped the knife handle tightly, his face contorted as he twisted the knife with force, cursing incessantly.
"Serves you right for being so talkative! This is what happens to you!"
This sudden, bloody scene instantly silenced the previously noisy villagers, as if they had been frozen in place.
Their eyes widened in terror, staring intently at Old Fu, as if he were a demon they had never seen before.
Old Fu stood there, panting heavily, a twisted and crazed smile on his face, a stark contrast to the villagers who were pale with fright and trembling with fear.
When everyone witnessed Old Fu ruthlessly plunging that sharp knife into the effeminate man's chest, it felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, their souls trembling.
Their eyes widened, their pupils almost popping out of their sockets, and their expressions froze instantly, like frozen ice sculptures.
Immediately afterwards, fear, like a flood bursting its banks, quickly overwhelmed their reason.
The crowd screamed in terror, their voices sharp and piercing, as if they were tearing the night apart.
Their bodies trembled violently, like leaves in a storm, as they frantically ran around, pushing and shoving each other, afraid of becoming Old Fu's next target.
They left the dying, completely forgotten village chief alone on the cold ground, as if he were nothing more than a pile of worthless trash.
Although the village chief was terrified, his heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of his throat, the last vestiges of pride and a sense of侥幸 (a feeling of being lucky or fortunate) that remained in him as the village chief made him try his best to remain calm.
His voice trembled like a candle flickering in the wind, yet he still tried to maintain his usual dignity as he spoke.
"Old Fu, don't do anything rash! Quickly save me! I have mountains of money at home, and as long as I get better, I'll definitely share some with you."
His eyes were filled with extreme fear and humble pleading, yet he tried his best to retain a semblance of dignity as the village chief.
But who could have predicted that a chilling smile would appear on Old Fu's face, a smile that seemed to come from a demon in hell, sending shivers down one's spine. He said viciously.
"Once you die, all of this will belong to me alone!"
Old Fu's cold and ruthless words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight through the old village chief's last illusions.
The old village chief's face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.
His lips trembled violently as he stammered a threat.
"Old Fu, you are so heartless and wicked! Such evil deeds deserve to be beheaded and will be punished by heaven!"
However, Lao Fu paid no attention to his threats, his crazed eyes showing no hesitation or pity.
Immediately afterwards, without any mercy, he pulled the dripping knife from the effeminate man's blood-stained chest, and with a swift motion, plunged the knife into the old village chief's throat.
The old village chief stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief and extreme terror.
A gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he wanted to express his resentment and injustice, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.
Blood gushed from his throat like a fountain. His body convulsed violently a few times before collapsing completely like a lump of mud, lifeless.
Just then, one of the bolder villagers in the crowd suddenly mustered up his courage and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"With so many of us, are we really afraid of Old Fu, a weak old man who can't even kill a chicken?"
Let's go back together and bring him to justice, to avenge the dead!
The sound was like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, standing out starkly and loudly in the atmosphere filled with fear and panic.
Immediately afterward, as if jolted awake by the voice, some villagers reacted as if waking from a dream, and loudly echoed what the man had said.
"That's right, we can't let him intimidate us!"
A burly man waved his fist, his face full of anger.
"Everyone, attack together, arrest him, and hand him over to the authorities!"
An elderly man also shakily raised his cane, his eyes filled with determination.
They were filled with righteous indignation, shouting and yelling, and with newly ignited anger and courage, they strode aggressively toward Old Fu.
Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, as if controlled by some mysterious force, they fell forward to the ground one after another without warning.
Their bodies seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible and enormous demonic hand, and then as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained, they instantly became weak and powerless.
Everyone struggled desperately to get up from the ground, but their limbs were weak and powerless, and they could only writhe on the ground in vain. The expression on their faces changed from anger to extreme fear and despair in an instant.
At this moment, Old Fu was tightly gripping the still-dripping knife in his hand, the blade reflecting a chilling light in the moonlight.
He walked slowly and steadily towards the villagers who had collapsed on the ground.
His face wore an extremely sinister and chilling smile, a smile like that of a demon from the abyss, with endless evil hidden in every wrinkle.
His eyes gleamed with a crazed and triumphant light, as if he were greedily reveling in the villagers' fear and helplessness, as if he were watching a tragic farce orchestrated by him.
Old Fu, holding the blood-stained knife, moved with steady, slow steps, like a vengeful ghost, relentlessly closing in on the villager who had collapsed to the ground.
His sinister, cold gaze was like two icy arrows, locking directly onto the man who had just been shouting that he wanted to arrest him.
The moment the man met that murderous gaze, his previously burning arrogance vanished without a trace, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.
At this moment, all the color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pale complexion, and his eyes were so wide with extreme terror that they almost bulged out of their sockets.
His body writhed and twisted desperately backward like a dying fish, his voice trembling uncontrollably, pleading with Old Fu with a sob in its trembling tone.
"Brother Fu, please spare me! I beg you, please have mercy and spare my worthless life!"
He was snotting and tears streaming down his face, his face completely covered with snot and tears. All traces of his previous arrogance and swagger were gone, replaced by endless embarrassment and despair.
Old Fu, however, remained expressionless, staring coldly at him with a gaze that seemed capable of freezing a person to death, showing no sign of being moved by his pleas.
Old Fu spat out cold words through clenched teeth.
"Hmph, you shameless scoundrel, do you still remember what happened back then?"
You and my shameless wife were openly sleeping in the same bed. When I caught you in the act, you showed no shame or remorse whatsoever. Not only did you refuse to leave, but you also physically assaulted me, severely injuring me and keeping me bedridden for months.
Today, all grudges, old and new, will be settled; this is your death day!
Upon hearing these words, the man's face turned deathly pale. His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but his mind was a mess, and he couldn't form any coherent words. He could only utter some indistinct and meaningless syllables.
When the surrounding villagers heard this unknown past, they couldn't help but gasp, and their fear grew wildly like weeds.