Chapter 225: Revenge
Lin Zhi looked at Lin's father with a smile, still holding the bloody machete in his hand.
She giggled, the sound coming out of her mouth was sharp and creepy, "Father, you are too naive. You actually believe what ghosts say."
"Hasn't anyone told you that our words as ghosts never count?"
In one hand, she took out a handkerchief from somewhere, and in the other hand she held the terrifying machete that was dripping with blood.
She was not in a hurry to use the machete to chop off Lin's father's arms or head.
She just slowly carried the machete and walked towards Lin's father step by step.
A sharp cold light flashed before Father Lin's eyes, as if one knife after another was cutting him to pieces bit by bit.
Lin's father burst into tears and knelt down in front of Lin Zhi.
"Linzhi, I know that I, as your father, have let you down in the past, but now, your brother has been tortured to death by you, and your mother was killed by my own hands. No matter how great your hatred or resentment is, it is enough!"
"Please let me go!"
Lin's father knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Zhi over and over again until his forehead was completely bleeding.
The blood seeped into the cracks in the ground, but the person he was kneeling to had a cold expression and a murderous aura, with endless resentment and disgust in his eyes.
The evening breeze blew in.
Blow down the big lantern hanging at the door of Lin's house.
Lin Zhi just stood there, picked up the machete with a smile, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he chopped Lin's father's arm with the machete.
Father Lin's arm struggled fragilely for a moment, and then fell to the ground like duckweed knocked down by heavy rain, without any ability to fight back, leaving only a pool of blood.
"ah!"
The shrill screams broke the sky.
Father Lin's whole body was shaking. He dragged his broken body and his only remaining arm, and finally realized that no matter how he begged, Lin Zhi would not let him go.
escape!
Father Lin had only one thought in his mind.
We must escape from Lin Zhi's hands. Only by escaping can there be endless hope!
If he escapes, he will be able to find the mystic and take Lin Zhi under his control!
Unfortunately, Linzhi just walked slowly behind him with a smile, quietly watching his dying struggle.
"When you saw me escaping, you must have felt the same way I do now, thinking my escape was ridiculous."
"How can I, a weak woman, escape from your hands?"
"That must have been what you were thinking at the time, right?"
Even if she died, these people wouldn't care.
They were just afraid that after her death, she would really turn into a ghost and harm Lin Guangzong.
But I didn't think she would massacre the entire Lin family.
"Zhizhi, Daddy was wrong, Daddy was really wrong!"
"Please spare my father!"
"One of my father's hands is already broken. He can no longer threaten you. You have already taken all the revenge you wanted. Please leave my life as it is. Let me continue to live!"
Father Lin spoke these words quickly and urgently, fearing that if he was a step late, Lin Zhi's machete would swing at him again.
Unfortunately, just like when Linzhi begged him not to marry her to Gao the butcher, he was indifferent and annoyed.
Linzhi today is unmoved by his crying.
She even thought his voice was noisy.
She raised the knife and slashed at Lin's father's thigh bone again.
The blow did not directly cut off Lin's father's thigh bone.
So Linzhi could only attack several more times.
But this time, no matter how she chopped, Lin's father's leg seemed to be very hard, and it stubbornly resisted her.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Help!"
“Help!”
Father Lin was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
Linzhi is a good daughter. How could she bear to see her father faint like this?
So she picked up the cup of tea on the table and poured it all over Lin's father without any hesitation.
Father Lin slowly woke up, only to be met with the next blow from Lin Zhi without hesitation.
Unfortunately, even after the knife was cut, Lin's father's leg was not broken.
Lin Zhi sighed, a look of regret and sorrow on her face, her tone sounding somewhat desolate and desolate, "I've used this knife for many years."
"It's a bit dull after all."
A dull knife should be sharpened.
"Father, you are old, but your leg bones are still strong. I chopped your leg with my knife but it didn't even break it."
The blood almost soaked Lin's father's entire body.
Father Lin fell to the ground, breathing more out than in.
He raised his hand tremblingly, opened his mouth to say something, but his hand fell heavily down again.
Linzhi still smiled.
Her eyes even curved into crescents.
If this was her real face, her real body, it would look so well-behaved and relaxed that one glance at it would make one feel much better, as if the gloomy sky had brightened up.
What a pity, this is the body of Gao the butcher who killed countless people.
Such an expression was so creepy, as if she was going to use a few more lives to eat with wine in the next moment.
Lin Zhi picked up the machete and swung it hard at Lin's father again.
She used all her strength in this blow and finally cut off Lin's father's thigh.
Lin Zhi narrowed her eyes, looking contented. "Fortunately, this knife is still usable. I'll sharpen it later."
Father Lin no longer had the strength to make any begging gestures or utter any words.
Linzhi just felt irritated and bored.
Father Lin is indeed old and useless, there is no point in keeping him around.
She lazily raised the machete in her hand and chopped off Lin's father's head without hesitation.
Then he swaggered into the street with the head in his hand and threw it to a dog to eat.
She dragged the machete back to the alley where the Lin family used to live and slaughtered all those who had participated in the incident that day and forced her to death.
This included her uncle who had conspired with the Lin family to plot against her.
When she had almost killed everyone, the police finally arrived.
Linzhi smiled slightly, narrowed her eyes, and the next moment her soul left Gao the butcher's body.
Before Gao the Butcher could react, he became the culprit who killed so many people.
His pupils constricted, his legs and feet went weak and he knelt on the ground, shouting that he was innocent.
"I didn't kill him!"
"I didn't kill him. I don't know what happened!"
"My Lord, I am truly wronged!"
He kept saying that he was wronged.
But he had already killed three wives before.
This time, no one will believe him anymore.
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