coobybook Chapter 387 Who is not afraid
Chapter 387 Who is not afraid
"Have you forgotten what Brother He San told you to treat Cuihua well?" One of the team members couldn't help but say, his tone full of helplessness and accusation.
Tian Guilan screamed in panic: "Hurry up and go in to take a look. If it's any later, someone might die!" Her voice was trembling, her hands were waving constantly, and she was in extreme panic.
The patrol team initially didn't want to bother with Tian Guilan; after all, the Zhao family's daily behavior was hardly sympathetic. But when they thought of Cuihua's pitiful plight, their hearts softened. They shook their heads helplessly and walked into the Zhao family's courtyard with heavy hearts.
Cuihua clutched the half-broken kitchen knife tightly in her hand, the blade still stained with blood. Her eyes were fierce and resolute, like a messenger of revenge from hell. Zhao Cunliang and his four older sons were cornered, their faces pale as dirt, begging non-stop.
"Cuihua, it was Guangzong who wanted to hit you just now. Didn't your mother-in-law and I try our best to stop him?"
Zhao Cunliang's face was full of horror and his voice was trembling. As he spoke, he pushed Guangzong forward, trying to put all the blame on Guangzong so that Cuihua would let him go.
Guangzong was so scared that his legs were shaking and he almost collapsed to the ground. He held up his bloody palm which was broken in two with one hand and cried out in a sobbing voice: "Cuihua, I was wrong, I was wrong, it's all my fault. Look, you have broken one of my hands, so please let me go. We are still husband and wife after all. If I die, won't you be a widow?" His eyes were full of fear and pleading. At this moment, there was no trace of his previous arrogance.
Cuihua's eyes were lifeless, and there was no light in her empty pupils. She just kept repeating: "Kill them, kill them all." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if her soul had been taken away, leaving only hatred and murderous intent in her heart.
Cuihua raised the half-broken kitchen knife and chopped it fiercely at Guangzong. Her resolute attitude seemed to destroy everything in front of her.
At this critical moment, Zhao Cunliang widened his eyes in horror. Without time to think, he quickly raised the wooden stick in his hand and used all his strength to help Guangzong block the fatal blow.
With a "bang", the kitchen knife and the wooden stick collided violently, sending out a string of sparks.
Zhao Cunliang felt a sharp pain in his hands and could hardly hold the wooden stick, but for the sake of his son's life, he gritted his teeth and held on tightly, not letting the kitchen knife move forward even a little bit.
The patrol team members ran up in a hurry and advised anxiously: "Cuihua, forget it, they know they are wrong. Look at how miserable they are, they have learned their lesson. Let's forgive them and let go of the hatred." The team members' faces were full of worry and anxiety, trying to calm Cuihua down.
"Yes, but don't cause any loss of life and ruin your own happiness. You are still young and have a long way to go. Don't make a big mistake because of a momentary impulse." Another team member also followed suit and persuaded earnestly, his eyes full of concern and compassion.
Facing the patrolmen's earnest admonitions, Cuihua simply turned her head away, her eyes still blank, and said lightly: "Damn it, damn it, you all deserve to die!"
There was no emotion in her voice, as if she had lost her mind, with only endless hatred and anger in her heart.
Then, without any warning, Cuihua suddenly launched a powerful kick at the patrolman closest to her. The kick was so fast and fierce that the patrolman had no time to dodge and was knocked to the ground.
At this moment, everyone finally woke up and realized the seriousness of the situation. They had always known that Cuihua was crazy, but they never thought that Cuihua's fighting ability would be so strong.
In order to avoid hurting Cuihua, several patrolmen rushed forward and grabbed Cuihua's arms. They thought they could easily subdue Cuihua with their own strength, but they never expected that these big and strong men were no match for Cuihua.
Cuihua struggled violently. Her strength was so great that several patrolmen were thrown to the ground by her.
Now, they finally understood why the Zhao family was bullied so badly by a madman. It turned out that when Cuihua went crazy, she was simply invincible. Who wouldn't be afraid of a madman who also knew martial arts?
Soon, the Zhao family and the patrol were beaten by Cuihua to the point of lying on the ground in a state of disarray. Some of them were clutching their stomachs, others were holding their heads, and they were still wailing.
"No wonder Third Brother He was so confident in traveling the world. It turns out he has entrusted all his skills to his daughter."
A patrolman lay on the ground, grimacing in pain, and spoke with difficulty. His face was full of pain and surprise. He had never expected Cuihua to have such amazing skills.
"Yes, with Cuihua's skills, there's no way she'll be bullied after she marries into her husband's family!"
Another patrolman echoed, his voice weak and helpless, his heart full of regret. He thought he should not have rushed forward and asked for trouble.
The people of the Zhao family cried out in pain. They could never have imagined that Cuihua could be so terrifying when she went crazy, and she beat them without any chance of fighting back.
Cuihua looked at the men lying on the ground with empty eyes. At this moment, the tragic scene of her mother being humiliated to death kept appearing in her mind. Those scenes were like a nightmare that could not be shaken off.
Her face became increasingly gloomy. She slowly bent down and picked up the blood-stained sickle on the ground.
"They killed my mother, I want to avenge her!" Cuihua roared gritting her teeth. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of endless anger and hatred.
The men on the ground were terrified when they saw this and shouted for help at the top of their lungs.
"Help! Brother He San, please take care of your daughter. Someone is going to die!" A man shouted in a trembling voice, with fear written all over his face.
"Cuihua, wake up. We are villagers from Futian Village!" Another man tried to awaken Cuihua's sanity, his eyes full of pleading.
"Cuihua, look carefully at who we are!" Some people were struggling desperately to retreat, their voices becoming sharp due to extreme fear.
However, Cuihua seemed to hear nothing. She just turned the sickle in her hand with a cold smile on her lips.
"Go to the underworld and tell the King of Hell! You all must die!"
"Cuihua!"
Aunt Wu shouted loudly as she hurried in. Behind Aunt Wu was Ma Ergun's family. When Wang Fuping saw that something happened to the Zhao family, he hurried over to call Aunt Wu over.