"Second brother, go in peace."
Liu Da has a lot of lives on his hands; killing his own brother is no different from killing anyone else.
Liu Er gave a bitter laugh, "Fine, fine..."
Suddenly, he pulled out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed Liu Da with all his might. Liu Da couldn't dodge and the dagger pierced his arm.
Xiao Hao watched the scene of brothers killing each other with a pale face, and unconsciously let go of Pei Nansheng's hand.
Zuo Ling caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. Oh no! Pei Nansheng was desperately trying to pull Xiao Hao into the sunlight, but reality gave Xiao Hao a hard shove.
Liu Er died, and he died with great resentment.
Zuo Ling clapped her hands, "Not bad."
He took away the butcher knife, pressed the gun against the back of Liu Da's head, handed him a pistol, and said coldly:
“You two have 15 bullets in your pistols, and there are 23 villagers under the tarpaulin. Only 8 can survive. Choose.”
The villagers heard Zuo Ling's words clearly. Liu's wife cried out, "Husband, I'm here! Stop hitting me!"
The villagers were furious and kicked her out of the tarpaulin with all their might.
Zuo Ling loathed that woman the most; if it weren't for her, she could have had a proper dinner today.
He raised his hand and fired a shot; Liu's wife was shot in the head and died on the spot.
Liu Da wasn't saddened by his wife's death; what terrified him was that he had never seen a woman as ruthless and heartless as Zuo Ling.
The villagers who were near Liu's wife were sprayed with blood, and they closed their eyes in horror but did not make a sound.
Zuo Ling narrowed her eyes. This is interesting. The villagers must see dead people often, so they're not afraid anymore.
Some of the relatives of Liu Da, fearing that Liu Da might not recognize them, tried to crawl out from under the tarpaulin.
Zuo Ling fired another shot, "Anyone who dares to try to crawl out again will taste my bullet first."
The blood spread, causing a stir among the villagers, but they dared not venture out again.
Zuo Ling poked Liu Da in the back of the head with her gun: "Two are dead, now only six can live, choose quickly."
The villagers were chilled. How did the female demon calculate this? She just said eight would live, and now it's only six.
With their chances of survival dwindling, some clever ones kicked their companions out of the tarpaulin, and Zuo Ling fired a shot at the person who kicked them.
"If you dare to try any more tricks, you'll taste my bullet first."
The villager who was kicked out thought he was going to be beaten to death, but unexpectedly, Zuo Ling beat up the person who kicked him out.
In that instant, a feeling of gratitude welled up within him, and he shouted to Liu Dada:
"Liu Da, please let me off the hook. Don't you like my wife? I'll give her to you."
"Is that even possible?" Zuo Ling sneered, raising her hand to send him to the Yellow Springs.
With people dying one after another, even a reckless person like Liu Da, who didn't care about human life, felt his heart pounding.
He was filled with remorse. He had gotten used to being arrogant and forgot that there were people who were even more ruthless, more vicious, and less concerned about human life than him.
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