Chapter 50: There are other surprises in their house
"Gun..." There was shock in his eyes, but without stopping, he smashed the hammer in his hand towards Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu also saw the man's appearance clearly at this time. The man looked familiar and should be someone from the village. He might have seen him somewhere before.
I just couldn't remember it for a moment.
Aiming at his heart, Xiang Yu fired without hesitation. The gunshot was so loud that it attracted the nearby villagers.
They gathered in front of Xiangyumen and asked, "What was that noise just now? Did you hear it?"
Xiang Yi knew that Xiang Yu had a gun, but the person who could make Xiang Yu shoot must be a difficult person.
The man's eyes were wide open, and the hammer in his hand fell beside him. Xiang Yu listened to the noise outside the door and put the gun into the space.
He lifted the man's feet with both hands and dragged him out along with his weapons.
Seeing that Xiang Yu actually carried a man out, the villagers surrounding him all came over.
"Xiangnan, isn't this Xiangnan?" an aunt said his name immediately after seeing the man's appearance clearly.
"How come he is here? Look, that looks like a hammer..." Some people discovered the hammer that Xiang Yu threw on the ground.
Starting with Grandma Wang's family, several families in the village died one after another, and they were all beaten to death with hammers.
"Xiangnan can't be the murderer..." Everyone started speculating for a moment, and a couple squeezed in from the back of the crowd.
When she saw Xiangnan was no longer breathing, the woman knelt on the ground, covering her chest with her hands, "Ahhhh~~~, my son..., son..., Xiangnan~~"
The woman cried out heartbreakingly, and her voice echoed throughout the Xiangjia Village, "Son, son, kill me, kill me..."
The woman yelled at Xiang Yu. The pain of losing her son made it almost impossible for her to breathe, and her sobs were intermittent.
With every cry, her right hand beat her chest hard, and the grief in her heart made her faint at one point.
Her husband also knelt beside her, looking at his son who had stopped breathing, and silently picked up the hammer on the ground.
"You nasty bitch, I'm going to kill you..." Xiang Nan's father swung a hammer and smashed it on Xiang Yu's head, and everyone screamed.
Xiang Yu took out his pistol and shot him in the shoulder. The hammer in his hand fell into the snow and the man's body collapsed.
"Either kill me or you two can tell everyone what your good son has done..." Xiang Yu bent down and picked up the hammer on the ground.
If you look closely, you can see a lot of blood stains on the hammer, some of which are even deeply imprinted in the gaps of the hammer.
"What's going on..." The village chief's son squeezed in from outside the crowd. After the old village chief left, the villagers gradually regarded him as their backbone.
Xiang Yu threw the hammer in his hand over and said, "Take a look for yourself. Now take someone to his house to have a look. Maybe there will be other surprises."
Xiangnan's mother was still immersed in the pain of losing her son. When she heard that everyone was going to visit his house, she immediately reacted.
"You are not allowed to enter my house. What right do you have? What you are doing is illegal..." Xiangnan's father endured the pain in his shoulder and tried his best to stop the villagers.
But the more he resisted, the more the villagers felt that there was something fishy going on in their family.
When the village chief's son saw the blood on the hammer, his face changed immediately. He called out the names of several villagers in the crowd and broke into Xiangnan's house with his men.
When the villagers saw the food piled up in their kitchen, they were dumbfounded. There were only six bags of rice in their kitchen.
It was obvious that the rice belonged to Grandma Wang. Everyone knew it from the traces of the bag on the ground.
There was a pile of sweet potatoes piled up in the corner of the kitchen, which weighed several dozen kilograms and seemed to be from Widow Wang's house.
Widow Wang usually lives with her child. She grows rice and there is no man in her family. It is troublesome for her to harvest the rice by herself, so she grows a lot of sweet potatoes every year.
This is enough for the mother and daughter to eat, and it can also be stored in the cellar for a long time.
There was also a bunch of dried corn and several bags of flour.
"Look, these seem to be things from Xiangyang's family," Xiangyang's family was another family that was later killed.
They were all from the same village. Although those people were dead, their relatives were still alive. The relatives of Grandma Wang and Widow Wang immediately ran back angrily.
He grabbed Xiangnan's mother's hair and dragged her on the ground, "Your son is dead, right? You want to die, right? How can I let you die so easily?"
"More than a dozen lives were taken, and your son killed them without hesitation. Five children under the age of ten, their skulls were smashed, and neither of you said a word."
"Won't you two have nightmares at night after eating all that blood-stained food? Cry, I'll make you cry..."
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