A car accident, our family of three crossed

When Chai Hunter woke up in the cave, he had no idea how much time had passed. The head he had chopped off was emitting a foul odor, and was even covered with crawling worms, which was disgusting.

How could such a filthy thing be brought to the grave of his wife and daughter for worship? Never mind. Perhaps the mother and daughter didn't want to see this beast at all.

After simply packing up, he carried his weapons and longbow, took some medicine, and went down the mountain with injuries all over his body.

When they set out from the cave in the morning and arrived at the cemetery of his wife and daughter in the afternoon, Chai the Hunter sat in front of the tomb and spoke a lot to the tombstone, telling them that he had killed the murderer who killed them and cut off his head.

"I originally planned to chop off that man's head to offer to you, but I wasted some time in the mountains and the head has already started to stink." Chai the Hunter said to himself, "I thought you guys like to be clean on weekdays, so I won't let that dirty thing dirty your eyes."

"Alas... now that you are all gone, how am I going to live in the future..." Suddenly, his world collapsed and shattered.

In the past, he went hunting in the mountains to support his family, to earn money, and to take his daughter to see a doctor. He had his beloved family at home, and as long as he could make them safe, anything he did was meaningful.

Now that both mother and daughter are gone, he suddenly has no goals in life, and his heart feels empty. He doesn't know where to go or what to do in the future.

Those people already knew he was here, and even if he wanted to stay here and guard the graves of his wife and daughter, he would be found by them sooner or later. Although the black-clad men who had abandoned their leader and fled promised to bring the news of his death back to the capital, he would not bet on such people.

Suddenly, some rustling noises in the bushes caught his attention. He fixed his cold eyes on that spot and shouted, "Who's there?"

He stood up from the ground and drew out his sword. Even though his body was covered with wounds, it did not affect his speed in drawing the sword at all.

"Hey! Don't do it, don't do it..." A man ran out from the bushes, waving his hands and talking, "Brother Chai, it's me..."

Chai the hunter recognized the man as the head of the village at the foot of the mountain. He put away his sword, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared instantly.

The villager was wiping the sweat from his forehead nervously. He almost thought that he was going to be killed by the hunter Chai to silence him. Fortunately, he spoke up in time and ran away.

After recognizing the man, Chai the hunter ignored him and turned around and sat down in front of the tomb again.

The villager was walking over tremblingly, "Brother Chai, did you...did you meet an enemy?" God knows how much courage he mustered to ask this question.

Just when the villagers thought that Chai Hunter would not respond, he spoke, "Did you see anything?"

That day, several men in black died under his sword here, but now, the bodies are gone, along with the bodies of the gangsters in the village. It is obvious that someone has cleaned up the scene. If it was done by the men in black who escaped later, they would not have disposed of the bodies of the gangsters as well.

"Yes, I, I, I came here that day... and saw..."

The villagers were just recalling the scene they saw when they came up the mountain that morning. Their legs felt weak. When had ordinary people like them ever seen so many corpses? Either their throats were cut or there were holes in their chests. It was obvious that they were unusual.

He was so scared that he ran down the mountain. After running for a while, he stopped. He felt that the corpses could not be left there like that. Not only would they stink over time, but they would also attract wild animals.

So, after he calmed down, he went down the mountain and found a few villagers who were tight-lipped and could handle the situation. They went up the mountain together to bury the bodies, and agreed with everyone that the matter should not be made public.

"Brother Chai, are those dead people your enemies? Where have you been these days? I thought you..." After burying the bodies, he went up the mountain every day to check, but he never saw Hunter Chai come back. He thought he was in danger.

"Those people are indeed coming for me. Don't worry, I won't stay and cause trouble for the village."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, I..."

"No need to say more." Chai the hunter interrupted him and stood up with some difficulty.

Seeing this, the villagers rushed forward to help him, "Brother Chai, are you okay?"

Chai the hunter waved his hand gently. He was covered in wounds, so how could it not be a big deal? But he couldn't stay here any longer.

"After you go down the mountain, don't mention what happened today to anyone. Just pretend that you have never been here and have never seen me. From now on, Chai the Hunter will no longer exist."

"From now on, every Qingming Festival, if you are willing, please come up to the mountain to sweep the graves of the mother and daughter and burn some paper. I will be very grateful."

After he said that, he bowed deeply to the villagers, and then walked down the mountain with a staggering gait.

The villagers were watching the figure of Chai the hunter walking away. He seemed to feel a full sense of brokenness. He turned around and looked at the two new graves side by side over there. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

A good family was torn apart overnight. It was all because of those inhumane guys. If you have a grudge against someone, just go find him. Why hurt his innocent family...

After the villagers cursed him in their hearts, they set out on the road down the mountain. As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw a villager who was asked by him to deal with the corpse that day, "Old Deng, where are you going?"

The villager named Deng asked mysteriously, "Li Zheng, are you going up the mountain again? Did you find anything? Has the hunter Chai come back?"

The villager shook his head nonchalantly and said ambiguously: "He hasn't been back for so many days. In my opinion, it's probably..."

Old Deng still feels scared when he thinks of that day. He advised, "Village head, I would advise you not to go up the mountain again. What if you are unlucky and run into the accomplices of those people again?"

"We just treat that as something we have experienced. We know nothing about it. As for the hunter, if he is lucky, he will come back sooner or later. If he is unlucky, there is nothing we can do. At most, we can go up the mountain to sweep the graves of his wife and daughter during the Qingming Festival every year. That's enough."

The villagers had not expected that Old Deng was so insightful. These words really touched his heart. He nodded in agreement and said, "You are right. Everyone has his own destiny. Let's just let this matter go."