"Walk."

Ma Linghua's voice rang out crisply and clearly, like a command.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lieutenant Chen hurriedly helped the weak Chen Zhiqing up and carefully followed behind them.

Their steps were hurried, and each of them wore a hint of tension and unease, unsure of what awaited them ahead.

"Ah...help me..."

Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the air, a sound filled with despair and fear, as if it were a wail from the depths of hell.

"Please, please, let me go... Ah!"

Then came a series of pleas for mercy, the voices trembling violently, but these pleas did not make the abuser hesitate in the slightest.

Along with these sounds, a strange noise also came, like the bubbling sound of stewing bones, which seemed particularly terrifying in this eerie atmosphere.

The sound was like a symphony played by the Grim Reaper, each note striking the hearts of everyone present.

When the group hurried to the scene before them, the scene before them sent chills down the spine of Deputy Officer Chen.

Ma Hehua was seen wielding a machete, frantically hacking at a bearded man.

The man's face was covered in blood, and his body was convulsing, while Ma Hehua seemed tireless, swinging the machete again and again.

A maniacal smile played on her lips, a twisted and ferocious grin, and her eyes gleamed with a chilling light, as if she were indulging in a murderous pleasure.

Oh my god!

When Lieutenant Chen saw this, he was almost scared to death.

His body involuntarily took a step back, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He stared wide-eyed at Ma Hehua with a look of horror, thinking to himself, "This woman is as vicious as can be."

Ma Linghua, however, appeared quite calm. She crossed her arms and looked at the scene before her.

“Those people are bandits who have killed people. We have done something to rid the people of a scourge.”

Her voice was unusually calm, as if she were stating something perfectly ordinary.

In her view, these bandits had committed numerous evils and deserved to die.

The Ma family punished these evildoers today, which was a good deed. She even felt that the Ma family was becoming kinder and kinder.

There was no fear in her eyes, only calmness, as if everything Ma Hehua had done was right.

Supported by his adjutant, Chen Zhiqing's face was as pale as snow.

Although Lieutenant Chen knew about the bandits' evil deeds, he still found the bloody and violent scene before him hard to accept.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he felt as if something was stuck in his throat.

His gaze shifted from Ma Hehua to Ma Linghua, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In this chaotic world, sometimes it may be necessary to use violence to fight violence.

At this moment, Ma Hehua's cleaver was covered in blood, which slowly flowed down the blade and dripped onto the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

She finally stopped, panting heavily, the maniacal smile still lingering on her face.

She raised her head and looked at the fallen bandits around her, her eyes showing no remorse.

The entire space was filled with a strong stench of blood, a smell that pierced everyone's nostrils and made them want to vomit.

"mother."

With Ma Lihua's shout, Ma Hehua seemed to be under a spell and immediately returned to normal.

Her previously crazed and ferocious expression vanished instantly, replaced by a blank look.

"What's wrong?"

Her voice was as calm as a still lake, and she had no recollection of what she had just done.

She felt as if she had just had a dream, a dream without any content, her mind blank, filled only with endless nothingness.

"We've entered the village."

Ma Lihua said, and then took the lead and walked towards the village.

The others looked at each other, filled with doubt and unease, and silently followed.

As Ma Hehua walked, she touched her head.

She always felt confused, as if she were in a thick fog, unable to find her way or see anything around her.

Moreover, a strange image appeared in her mind... a pool of blood.

The pool of blood exuded a nauseating, bloody stench in the dark space. The crimson liquid churned and bubbled continuously, like boiling water.

The edges of the blood pool were jagged, as if it had been torn apart by some enormous force.

Occasionally, some indistinct shapes would float up from the blood pool and then quickly sink back down, as if swallowed by the blood pool.

She wanted to see what it was, but the blood pool seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, and she couldn't see through it no matter what she did.

This feeling made her very uneasy. She didn't know what the scene of the blood pool meant. Was it her own memory playing tricks on her, or was it a sign that something was about to happen?

He shook his head, trying to shake the horrific image out of his mind.

Ma Lihua calmly set the group on fire, burning them to ashes.

As the group entered the village, they were surprised to find that there were still people in the village, and quite a few of them.

As far as the eye can see, there are mostly elderly people and children.

The elderly people were hunched over, their faces etched with the marks of time, each wrinkle seemingly telling a story of the past.

The children hid behind the old man, their eyes filled with curiosity and timidity as they cautiously peeked out to observe the outsiders.

Young women were few and far between; when one or two were seen, they looked haggard, their eyes filled with weariness and wariness.

As for the young girls who haven't grown up, they are even rarer, and it seems that they can hardly be found anywhere in the entire village.

The villagers hid in the shadows, behind dilapidated houses, in the shade of large trees, or at the corners of alleyways.

Pairs of eyes, like twinkling yet hidden stars in the night sky, secretly observed the newcomer from afar.

Some villagers couldn't help but point and whisper, gesturing lightly with their withered fingers, their eyes filled with doubt, suspicion, and occasionally a hint of expectation.

However, none of them dared to make a fuss.

It seemed as if some invisible force was suppressing them, making them keep their words and voices tightly locked in their throats.

If a child makes even the slightest sound, the elderly person next to them will immediately cover their mouth, their eyes full of warning.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the footsteps of strangers echoing in the silent village, each step feeling like a blow to the villagers' tense nerves.

This tranquil yet watchful atmosphere permeated the entire village, like a huge, invisible net, enveloping everyone inside and outside the village.

"What a perfect place to raise corpses."

Ma Linghua stared at an altar on the village's dam, her face grim.