Revenge Night

The twig lay there, like a flower ravaged by wind and rain, quiet, broken, and beautiful.

"Xiaozhi! Xiaozhi!!" He Yingchun knelt beside her tremblingly, holding Xiaozhi's face, trying to wake her up.

However, no matter how she shouted, Xiaozhi was already a cold corpse.

He Yingchun began to collapse, uttering heart-wrenching cries.

Xiaozhi was only 14. He Yingchun hugged her tightly, tears pouring out like a spring, and endless pain and sorrow overwhelmed her.

right! ! !

She can exchange for spiritual spring water and elixir! She can unlock it!

He Yingchun began to exchange it frantically. The spiritual spring water flowed from her fingertips into Xiaozhi's mouth, but then flowed down the corners of her mouth.

She picked up the elixir and stuffed it into Xiaozhi's mouth, but how could the unconscious corpse swallow it?

Unlock, unlock everything!!

"Ding! Congratulations! You have unlocked the hot pot base. You need 5 points to redeem this item!"

"Ding! Congratulations! You have unlocked the Chef's Knife. You need 10 points to redeem this item!"

"Ding! Congratulations! You have unlocked the Chef God recipe fragment. You need 15 points to redeem this item!"

The mechanical system sound echoed in my mind, and for the first time I felt it was noisy.

She desperately stuffed the elixir into Xiaozhi's mouth, hoping that Xiaozhi would suddenly cough and wake up.

It's useless. All of it is useless.

He Yingchun looked up, tears streaming down her eyes. The moon cast a faint light, covering her and Xiaozhi in a soft silver veil.

"call"

Wen Jingzhao suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest and woke up from his sleep. His breathing became rapid and irregular, and sweat soaked through his underwear.

The darkness of the night is filled with anxiety and fear.

My chest felt like it was being hit hard, and it was beating wildly, like a surging ocean that took a long time to calm down.

He stroked his chest and looked around. He didn't know where He Yingchun and Xiaozhi had gone. A strong sense of unease lingered in his heart.

He called Li Bin and they went out together to look for someone.

The first place they looked for was the toilet. As they were walking towards that place, they heard He Yingchun crying.

Two people ran over in a hurry. He Yingchun held Xiaozhi and stuffed medicine into her mouth. She was trembling all over. Seeing them, she grabbed Wen Jingzhao's clothes as if it were a lifeline. "Hurry! Hurry up and save Xiaozhi! Hurry!!"

But anyone could see that Xiaozhi was dead.

Wen Jingzhao half-knelt on the ground and put his arms around her.

Li Bin first checked Xiaozhi's breath, then shook his head at Wen Jingzhao.

The purple fingerprints on Xiaozhi's body were particularly eye-catching. Her clothes were torn to shreds and there was a wound at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were still open, full of unwillingness, and her mouth was open, as if she was shouting something.

Wen Jingzhao reached out and closed her eyes.

He looked up at the pitch-black night, as if he would never see the light of day again, just like this road with no end.

He took a deep breath. Xiaozhi's neck was bruised and purple, obviously he had been killed. He asked He Yingchun, "What happened? Who did it?"

Suddenly, He Yingchun seemed to remember something. She gasped for breath and hugged Wen Jingzhao's arm. "When I woke up, Xiaozhi was gone. I was a little worried, so I went out to look for her. As a result, I saw her when I passed by the yard..."

"It should be a man." Li Bin said.

It was obvious that Xiaozhi had many scars on his body, and most of them were red marks. Combined with the torn clothes, it was clear that Xiaozhi was abused to death.

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked.

Who is it? Who is it?

Anger burned like fire in the hearts of the three men.

"The prisoners are all asleep. Going hungry and cold every day, it's hard for them to think about anything else..." Wen Jingzhao sniffed lightly, "There's a smell of alcohol... The only ones who drank tonight were those yamen runners."

This is a difficult situation.

There were quite a few yamen runners who drank tonight, about a dozen of them, and most of them went to sleep drunk. Given their status, they couldn't call those yamen runners out and interrogate them one by one.

When the prisoners encounter such things, it seems that they can only suffer in silence.

He Yingchun fastened Xiaozhi's collar. There were only a few people who could do such a thing. The first person that came to her mind was the Wang Kui she saw one night.

The big white butt made her feel sick.

"I'll go to the yamen runners' room and see who's not there." Li Bin was very agile and had lost a lot of weight recently. He nimbly dodged several yamen runners on guard and went to investigate.

He Yingchun wiped Xiaozhi's face and cleaned the blood.

She suddenly saw a black mark on Xiaozhi's forehead, "What is this?"

It looked like a black paste. He Yingchun bent down and smelled it. It had the smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

Wen Jingzhao also saw it. He rubbed it on his fingertips and said, "It looks like some kind of medicine..."

Yes! It’s medicine, but what kind of medicine would be rubbed on the forehead?

He Yingchun touched his forehead in confusion.

A flash of inspiration came to me.

“It’s Wang Kui!”

"There's a wound on your face!"

The two of them thought of Wang Kui at the same time. Only the wound on his face needed to be treated with ointment all the time.

"It's him. We must cut him into pieces!" He Yingchun nodded firmly, picked up Xiaozhi's hat, and thought to himself, Xiaozhi, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you.

Wen Jingzhao also nodded, "Let's try it tomorrow."

Li Bin came back. The room was too dark and he couldn't see people's faces, but he counted the number of people and found that they were correct.

Wen Jingzhao told him their speculations and the plan.

The three men guarded Xiaozhi's body and waited for dawn.

Everyone was awakened by a loud wailing. It was not yet dawn and the roosters had not crowed, but they were startled by the wailing and wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes before coming out to see what was going on.

I saw a sturdy old woman kneeling in the yard crying. It turned out that her daughter got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, slipped on the snow, hit her head on a stone, and died.

She was holding a young woman and wailing in pain, her voice was so miserable.

Along the way, some froze to death, some starved to death, some were eaten by wild beasts, and their loved ones passed away one by one. They had long been accustomed to death.

Their eyes were empty and numb. Some thought of their loved ones and sobbed. Some looked on coldly, unsurprised. Some were angry because she woke them up. "Just die! If you're really sad, just die with her!"

He Yingchun hid among the prisoners and saw that person, the tall and thin one who had always been against them.

Mum turned around suddenly, stared at him, and suddenly her voice became sharp and hoarse as she yelled, "Ah!!! Yes!! I'm going to die!! Everyone has to die!!!"

She rushed to the man and kicked him twice, "Bang! Bang!" Before anyone could react, the tall and thin man's head was dizzy from the kicks.

Seeing that he didn't react, his mother slapped him twice more.

Zhao Wu came and Li Bin pulled his mother back.

Zhao Wu saw the body and saw that Xiaozhi was young. He looked at her with pity and sighed, "Bury her."

No one said anything else, except the tall and thin man who was cursed angrily with the slap mark on his face.

Wen Jingzhao and the other two searched in the crowd. After everyone had dispersed, Wang Kui finally came over, stretching lazily and looking sleepy.

"What happened? Someone died? Who died?" Wang Kui leaned over to take a look, and saw Xiaozhi's face, which was full of disbelief. He pinched his thigh, then took a half step back, looked around guiltily, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Several people exchanged glances, and it was most likely him.

Li Bin held his mother tightly,

When Mum found out about Xiaozhi's situation, she broke down and cried. She had long regarded Xiaozhi as her own daughter. When she learned that the murderer was Wang Kui, she wanted to rush up and tear him to pieces.

The four people buried Xiaozhi, but the people at the post station didn't allow them to bury him in the backyard because they thought it was unlucky. So they pooled their last money and found a kind-looking old man at the post station to help buy a coffin and bury the body.

Four people walked at the end of the team. He Yingchun held Xiaozhi's hat, but she didn't dare put it on her head. The vibrant life made her feel suffocated.

"Find a chance to let them drink a lot of wine." Wen Jingzhao knew that the yamen runners had bought some wine to keep warm.

Not only do you have to drink, it's best to get drunk. When you are drunk, you will relax your vigilance and fall into a deep sleep, giving them the opportunity to attack.

He Yingchun nodded, "Okay."

Finally, one dark and windy night, when it was freezing cold, they stayed at the post station.

Chen Rongxin asked He Yingchun to come over and help make some hot food. After living outside for such a long time, eating only grilled food was a bit irritating.

He Yingchun looked at the raw materials and side dishes in the kitchen, as well as sauerkraut, peanuts, tofu, wild potatoes, and a piece of pork belly. It must have been frozen outside, as it was just brought in and still had some ice chips on it.

She leaned her head against the wall, listened to the howling wind outside, and clapped her hands.

It’s so cold, we have to eat hot pot!

He Yingchun said to Chen Rongxin, "Sir, how about making a sauerkraut meatball hot pot? Add some noodles to the pot, fry some peanuts for you, and have a little wine with it. It will warm your stomach."

The cook at the post station had never heard of meatball pot. "You little girl! What can you cook? Get out of here!" He had been cooking here for decades, preparing meals for the yamen runners and prisoners who came and went. Suddenly, a young little girl appeared, and he scolded her angrily.

Chen Rongxin felt a warm feeling in his stomach after hearing what He Yingchun said. He swallowed hard, as if he was about to eat the pot. He ignored the cook and said quickly, "Just make this pot. Hurry up!"

"Heat up a few jugs of wine later, and serve them all!"

"Okay!"

There are two large pots in total, one for heating wine and the other for cooking.

He Yingchun washed her hands and started to make fried meatballs. She peeled the wild potatoes and cut them into small pieces together with the tofu. She boiled the wild potatoes until they were soft. She poked them with chopsticks and waited for them to cool down when they were almost done.

Place the tofu and wild potatoes in a bowl and mash them with a rolling pin until they become a paste. If you don't have any other vegetables, add some garlic and chopped green onions, add a pinch of salt and sugar to taste, and sprinkle some flour to thicken it.

After mixing evenly, you can start making balls.

He Yingchun poured oil into the pot. The chef beside her looked at her like a thief. She only poured the bottom of the pot. She didn't intend to fry too much. Under the current conditions, it would be enough to just taste it.

"Huahua"

The meatballs were put into the pot, making crisp sounds, and cooked until they turned yellow and crispy, then He Yingchun took them out.

He Yingchun was quick and soon a pot of meatballs was fried.

She fried the peanuts in hot oil, and there was another crisp "swish" sound.

The most taboo thing about frying peanuts is that they are not fried for too long. When they are almost done, she takes them out and sprinkles sugar on them, which makes them perfect for eating with wine.

Wen Jingzhao walked in, his whole body covered in cold air, holding two jugs of wine. "The official asked me to deliver the wine."

"Hey, just give it to me!" He Yingchun took the wine.

Wen Jingzhao pinched her wrist, and the cold touch made her understand. Their eyes met, and He Yingchun blinked.

All is going well, as planned.