Ex-wife villain

There was wind and snow outside.

The strong cold current cuts through the sky and the earth like a steel knife, sobbing incessantly.

Zhang Yunwu threw away the bloody axe, dragged his half-lame leg, and opened the icy window sash in a daze, letting the biting cold wind hit the skinny old mother who was paralyzed on the bed.

In a corner of the house, his wife's body was gradually getting cold.

The torn and torn clothes revealed the woman's exquisite and convex curves.

The woman's slender neck was almost severed by the axe, and there was only a bit of bloody skin attached to her head and body. The sticky red color splashed from the broken neck spread over the side of the head and neck that was lying on the ground.

Yesterday, she was still being talked about by the neighbors for her beautiful appearance.

Now the jade has been buried in incense.

Next to it was the body of their six-year-old daughter.

The little girl was holding a half-torn rag doll in her hand. The back of her head was accidentally cut by a sharp edge of the table when the couple were arguing and pushing. Blood was still dripping from the back of her head.

"Bitch..."

Zhang Yunwu gasped for air, his hot breath mixed with the smell of blood exhaled white-hot ice mist in the wind and snow, and his scarlet tiger eyes were full of tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes and fell on his dark cheeks, and the wounds scratched by the woman shivered from the sting of salt.

What was stung were the beautiful memories the couple had.

"You bitch! Why did you betray me!!" He beat the window edge angrily, and sharp ice crystals fell from the window eaves, like silver petals dancing in the air.

In a daze, the familiar yet unfamiliar face of his wife appeared in front of his eyes.

Sometimes virtuous and gentle, sometimes dissolute and gorgeous...

Those warm and unbearable images were intertwined like vines, strangling his heart tightly and making it difficult to breathe.

"Son..."

The paralyzed old man on the bed moved his lips and breathed weakly.

Zhang Yunwu's bloodthirsty eyes regained some clarity.

He looked back at his dying old mother, his expression flashing with pain and struggle. Finally, he tremblingly picked up the blood-stained ax on the ground and walked towards the bed.

"Mom, my son has killed someone now and can no longer fulfill his filial piety to you. Let's go on the road together. In the next life, we will repay your kindness in raising you..."

Suddenly, Zhang Yunwu's footsteps stopped.

He glared sharply at the door.

But at some point, I saw a tall figure standing in the corridor outside the open door.

The figure is somewhat thin.

Set against the howling and hazy wind and snow, it looks like a phantom.

The yellow-green flame on the tung oil lamp continued to sway with the incoming cold wind, reflecting the blood on the ground, which was particularly strange.

Looking at the familiar figure outside the door, Zhang Yunwu's eyes were as big as bells, and his expression was astonished several times.

Shocked, angry, disappointed...

"It's you!?"

"It turns out...it's really you!!"

Zhang Yunwu's body was shaking even more violently, his eyes were filled with resentment and anger, and he kept splattering blood as he spoke.

"The one named Jiang!"

Zhang Yunwu raised the bloody axe.

"I'll kill you!!"

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"The one named Jiang!"

"Jiang Mo!"

As the door was kicked open hard, an angry shrill voice woke Jiang Shouzhong from his nightmare.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly sat up from the bed, and the thick quilt covering him fell to the ground. The cold air that poured in instantly cut into his skin like a knife.

It’s so cold!

The man shivered and hurriedly grabbed the quilt and covered himself.

What bad weather.

It's raining and it's snowing again.

At this time, his head was still in a confused state, and he seemed to be still immersed in the afterglow of the nightmare, and the sound of his violent heartbeat could clearly be heard in his ears.

"Ms. Dute has been shouting for a long time without making a sound. Master Jia, I thought you were dead."

A man with a shoehorn face and a black beard hanging from his lips walked into the room cursing, holding a burnt sweet potato in his arms to keep warm.

Shoehorn face, surnamed Lu, celebrity A.

Over thirty.

But judging from his appearance, he looks like an uncle in his forties.

Like Jiang Shouzhong, it has six doors with dark lights.

Jiang Shouzhong, who had woken up, glared at this annoying colleague angrily and said coldly: "Close the door!"

He turned around and pulled off the green shirt on the hanger.

The clear brass mirror on the table, which was as round as a moon disk, reflected the young man's handsome face, but it looked extremely pale, and there were beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at himself in the mirror and felt lost for a while.

The scene that had just disappeared from the nightmare had become blurry, but the panic lingered in my heart.

It seemed vaguely that the ax really split his head.

Bits of pain spread to every part of his skull.

It's that weird dream again.

Jiang Shouzhong was helpless. He thought of the disdainful expression of the fortune-telling girl yesterday for no reason, and laughed at himself: "Maybe in the dream, I am just a shameless thief?"

Lu Renjia stamped his feet vigorously and shook off the slush stuck to the edge of his shoes before closing the door.

"You shouldn't. You get up very early on weekdays. Why are you so late today? Have you been drinking?"

Shoehorn's face straightened up and the tip of his cold-red nose sniffed. He didn't smell the smell of alcohol, and said with a suspicious look on his face, "Maybe he went to Chunyu Tower to teach the girls last night as an eminent monk.

Let me tell you, you can't control those girls. They are all tigers and wolves that have become spirits. Only Master Jia can I barely surrender. "As he said that, he straightened his slim body like a stick, with a proud look on his face.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Jiang Shouzhong breathed slowly, put on his clothes and started washing after he regained consciousness.

"Of course there is a case, hurry up." Lu Renjia urged, stuffing half a bag of tea on the table into his arms, "Damn, in this cold weather, I originally wanted to go to Chunyu Tower to find a girl. Warm, warm.”

"What case?"

Jiang Shouzhong caught a glimpse of the other party's small movements and shook his head helplessly.

This guy's old habits haven't changed at all.

It is said that he worked as an undercover burglar for two and a half years and developed a habit.

"A murder occurred last night. The specific details are not clear. We will find out when we get there."

"About monsters?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? If it weren't for monsters, would we still need dark lights like us to take action?"

Lu Renjia curled his lips.

In the second year of Xuanyou, the evil spirits revived.

More than two hundred and forty years have passed since the last cat demon lady recorded in "Story of Strange Demons and Ten Thousand Monsters" was killed.

Two hundred years of peace have made people gradually forget the fact that demons once existed on this continent. Even after reading relevant literature records, I laughed and said that the so-called "demon" was just a fantasy legend created by previous generations.

And with the sudden resurgence of evil spirit, the whole people fell into panic.

Animals become spirits, and mountains, rocks, grass and trees become spirits.

Fortunately, the place where the demonic energy revived was the [Hundred Thousand Mountains], which was far away, so the court could effectively prevent and control it. The duty of Dark Light is to investigate cases related to monsters.

Since Jiang Shouzhong traveled to the Continent Dynasty, he has seen many monsters, but few of them are truly powerful.

Except for the massacre in Anhe Village half a year ago, most of the monsters encountered were relatively weak, such as the three small fish that were solved in the ancient temple yesterday.

"By the way, did Zhang Yunwu come to see you last night?"

Lu Renjia suddenly asked. "This bastard, you promised to go to Yangdong Tower with me for a drink last night, but Master Jia let me go. I waited for a long time and didn't come."