Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

At that time, the boy thought he was going to die in the toilet. He didn't have the strength to leave, probably because he was hungry or affected by the black air.

That night, the boy was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, and he saw several men in black clothes going into each house, carrying villagers who were either unconscious or dead, and piling them up together, gradually forming a small hill.

The young man hid in the dark, holding an axe, and when a man in black entered the house to catch him, he chopped the man in the chest with the axe.

There was a surge of black energy on the surface of the man in black, and the knife was bounced back, causing the young man's palm to go numb. The knife almost slipped out of his hand, and his head felt a little dizzy.

The man in black reached out and grabbed him.

In the moonlight, the boy saw that it was a skinny claw. His heart was pounding, and he swung the machete at the arm that was holding him.

The knife was stuck there, and the boy's face turned red but he didn't pull it out.

The man in black waved his sleeves, and the boy was knocked against the corner of the wall. The corner of the wall was not solid to begin with, and the mud hit the boy all over. The man in black walked towards him, and the boy felt desperate. The gap between them was too big. He was in pain all over and collapsed on the ground, almost unable to get up.

But the wall that was damaged belonged to the next door. The noise alarmed the owner of the house next door, who lived in the village butcher's house. "Shi Wa Zi, you want to get beaten again, right? Why are you not sleeping at night to destroy the house?"

The butcher opened the door cursing and saw the young man and the man in black lying on the ground.

The butcher was startled and picked up a bone-cutting knife placed in the yard and threw it over. The knife, with a little light, accurately hit the man in black's neck. The man in black's neck was cut off, fell to the ground, and rolled to the boy's feet.

The boy saw the butcher next door slaughtering pigs every day and often saw chopped-off pig heads, but this was the first time he saw a chopped-off human head. He kicked back in panic to get away from the head.

At this moment, the butcher also noticed the men in black who were still arresting people from house to house outside. He stepped forward and helped the boy up, "Shiwazi, go back and hide." After helping him back into the house, he went to the kitchen, got two boning knives and walked out of the room.

The young man came out in panic and grabbed his hand: "There are so many of them, we can't beat them. My machete can't even cut them down. You should hide too."

The butcher glanced outside and saw that the men in black had captured many people in the night. Those captured were unconscious and did not make any movement.

And half of the village behind was still sleeping in the darkness.

The butcher sighed and handed him a boning knife. "Go home and hide it. My boning knife is different from your wood-chopping knife."

The butcher was about to go out with the knife in hand. Although the boy was very scared, he still held him back and said, "I, I'll go with you."

Although he was an orphan, some villagers would occasionally give him food. He was able to live to this age because he had eaten at many people's homes. Although I don't know why the villagers always scolded him, calling his father a harming spirit, his mother a vixen, and him a little disaster.

He had lived a life of being hated and scolded by everyone in the village since he was a child, and he had lived to this age. However, as he grew older, his appetite also grew bigger. Every family was not rich, so he often did not have enough to eat.

Although the butcher next door always cursed, he would give him some leftover meat every time he slaughtered a pig. He also said that he had no time to chop wood because he was slaughtering pigs, so he hired him to chop wood in the mountain. He would get two bowls of rice and a penny for every load of wood he delivered every day.

Although the boy often wondered why he was so miserable, with not enough food to eat and not enough clothes to wear, he still didn't want to watch them die.

When he saw the villagers resisting, the men in black simply killed them and threw them together.

The butcher looked at his small body, sneered, and pushed him away, "Get out of the way, kids shouldn't interfere in adult matters."

The butcher went out alone.

The boy stomped his feet and came to the only house in his family.

His house was built with pieces of wood and bamboo he used up when he chopped firewood. There was no bed in his house, but there was a pile of fluffy and clean straw, which was the "bed" he had just built this month.

The young man gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and set the bed on fire.

The fire spread quickly, and his wooden beams and thatched roof soon caught fire in the night.

The young man wiped his tears with his arm, knocked the boning knife in his left hand on the hatchet in his right hand, making a crisp sound, and ran to the other half of the villagers who were sleeping, "Fire~ Fire~ Fire~"

The loud voice of a young man resounded through the night, and curses were heard one after another in the sleeping houses.

"Which idiot said there was a fire? Are you looking for a fight in the middle of the night?"

"Whose voice? Whose house is on fire?"

"Get up and take a look."

The villagers who got up quickly could see the burning house from afar in the darkness. They woke up immediately and called their friends to help put out the fire.

Everyone in the village woke up, and the man in black was exposed in the night.

After waking people up, the boy returned to his original place. The butcher had some martial arts skills and was able to cause damage to the men in black. There were originally more than ten men in black, and now several of them had fallen to the ground.

But the butcher also fell down, blood gushing out of his mouth. "Shiwazi, you did a good job this time!"

The boy panicked and covered the wound on his body, "Stop talking, what should I do, what should I do?" The boy was panicked and incoherent.

The villagers who came to put out the fire were stunned when they saw this scene. Fear surged in their hearts, and some villagers wanted to turn around and run away.

The butcher barely supported the boy to stand up and shouted, "So many people have died, everyone come together!"

Some villagers turned pale and retreated one after another, while some brave villagers picked up weapons and joined the battle.

For a moment, shouts and cries for help merged into one, and fire and blood illuminated the night.

The butcher was still shouting, asking everyone to unite. More and more villagers joined the fight. The situation was improving. Only a few men in black were left, and the villagers who were watching also began to join the fight.

But at this moment, the butcher's voice suddenly stopped -

The young man felt a cool breeze blowing through the ends of his hair. His eyes widened and the head of the butcher who was supporting him suddenly flew up.

In an instant,

All sounds are silent,

The head flew up and down.

The boy couldn't hold up against the butcher's huge body and was crushed by him. The butcher's head fell to the ground and rolled several times before facing the boy, his eyes still looking at him.

At that moment, the world in the boy's eyes became slow and clear.

He saw bright red blood spurting out. The young man raised his eyes and saw a red figure hanging in the air. His face was pale and bloodless, with a dark mark on his forehead. The corners of his black lips were raised, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. He looked at the crowd on the ground with disdain and excitement.

Some of the spurting blood was about to drip onto the man in red. The man in red frowned slightly and stepped back a distance. At the same time, a translucent red light shield enveloped him. The corners of the man in red's mouth suddenly pressed down, forming a downward arc.

The voice rang out in the night sky, "A bunch of rubbish!"