After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Zhang Ran leaned against a big tree, quietly waiting for the villagers to catch up with her. When they saw her, they pretended to be panicked and continued to run in the opposite direction.

"This way! Chase!"

Zhang Ran ran while looking back, and saw that they were indeed chasing him, a bright smile appeared on his face.

These villagers don't farm or grow crops. They rely on their wives, daughters-in-law and women to sell their bodies to make money to support their families. They are usually lazy and eat a lot, smoking and drinking, and their physical strength is not as good as Zhang Ran's.

As they chased, they ran slower and slower, panting heavily, and gradually dispersed. Some of them simply stopped where they were, unable to catch up anymore, while others changed from running to walking, walking and stopping.

There was only one person who insisted on chasing Zhang Ran with a rusty sickle in his hand. Every time he wanted to give up, he found Zhang Ran in front of him. He continued to chase without giving up. In the blink of an eye, he lost Zhang Ran's figure and started to look for him all around, cursing, "Stupid girl! Get out now, I know you are nearby, if I catch you, I will skin you alive!"

There was suddenly a shadow over my head. Just as I raised my head, someone sat me down on the ground. I fell heavily to the ground, howling in pain.

Zhang Ran, who was hiding in a tree, jumped down when he passed by the tree, took the opportunity to snatch the sickle from his hand, and chopped his leg with the sickle.

"Ah!" The man screamed and rolled over, hitting another tree and stopping. He stared at Zhang Ran in horror, "How can a city kid like you climb a tree?!"

Zhang Ran tilted his head and smiled brightly, approaching step by step with the blood-stained sickle in his hand.

The man was so scared that he quickly got up and ran, but he tripped and fell again after running a few steps while dragging his injured leg. Looking at Zhang Ran approaching, he screamed in fear: "Killing is against the law! It is against the law! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!!"

Zhang Ran looked at him sarcastically, "How many women have been bought in your village over the years? Do you know how many have died? It's not illegal for you to kill people, so it's not illegal for me to kill people either."

"No! No! No!" The man shook his head in horror, "I didn't! It wasn't me!!" Seeing the girl approaching, he crawled forward with his hands and feet. When she raised her sickle, he grabbed a handful of leaves and mud on the ground and threw them at her face. When she was blinded, he got up and ran back, shouting for help while running! "She's over here! Come and kill her! Kill her!!"

The injured leg could no longer support the man, and he fell to the ground again. This time, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not stand up. Looking at Zhang Ran approaching, looking at the sickle in her hand still dripping with blood, he kowtowed in despair and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I was wrong! I was wrong! Call the police to arrest me, I plead guilty, I plead guilty, ah!"

As the man screamed, Zhang Ran chopped his good leg with the sickle again.

The blood splashed onto the black clothes, and there was no trace of blood stains at all. When it splashed onto the face, it formed dots of red plum blossoms, which was very beautiful.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, please, please let me go, I was wrong, I was really wrong, wuwuwuwu..." The man was so scared that he defecated and peed, and cried bitterly.

The demons' plea for mercy is nothing but a fear of death. If they are given another chance, they will still choose to do evil, or even become worse.

"Okay." Zhang Ran suddenly agreed.

The man didn't hear clearly at first, and when he came to his senses, the girl was no longer in sight. He let out a long breath as if he had survived a disaster, and shouted desperately in the direction he came from: "Help! Help! I'm here! I'm here! I'm hurt! Somebody come and save me!" He took off his shirt, tore it into rags, and wrapped it around the wound on his leg, trying to save himself.