Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Upon realizing that it was Lu Yao who had entered the room, and that he was making no attempt to conceal his face, Li Posi was truly frightened.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Want to win over Lu Yao:

"Brother, you're with me now, stop being a lousy militiaman. We'll become sworn brothers. My money is your money, and you can sleep with any of my women you want!"

He then kicked Dong Lisha, saying, "Say something! Would you be happy if my brother slept with you?"

"I'm happy, I like it!"

Dong Lisha wasn't stupid; she naturally understood her situation.

The young man held a Garand rifle in his hand, his face was colder than ice and snow, and his gaze seemed capable of freezing people's hearts.

This is what is usually referred to as "killing intent" in novels!

He's going to kill someone!

Therefore, Dong Lisha dared not pretend to be coy at this moment and struck what she considered to be the most alluring pose.

He kept nudging Lu Yao's leg with his toes:

"Big brother, come on, I'll stay with you. From now on, we're family!"

"Click"

Lu Yao struck her exposed white leg with the butt of his gun.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

The sound of a shinbone breaking.

The intense pain caused Dong Lisha to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Lu Yao sneered, "Don't you enjoy watching people get beaten up? How does it feel to get beaten up?"

Dong Lisha knew that Lu Yao was avenging Gou Shengzi.

Terrified, she crawled on her knees on the ground, pleading, "Big brother... no, Grandpa, please spare me! I'm just a woman! I have a husband, children, and parents..."

"Peng"

Lu Yao smashed the butt of his gun into the back of her head again.

"You slut, you betrayed your family, you deserve to be beaten even more!"

The woman collapsed to the ground and fainted.

Lu Yao looked at Li Po Si:

"Do you want to live or die?"

"I want to live, brother. Let's talk this out, let's talk this out."

This commander, who usually flaunted his power, was terrified.

Lu Yao stabbed him in the chest with a gun:

Where is your cellar?

"Huh? What cellar? I don't have a cellar..."

He stammered, clearly surprised that Lu Yao had mentioned the cellar.

This room didn't have a cellar before; Li Posi dug one himself after he arrived.

For safety reasons, he didn't hire any outsiders and started digging every day when he got home. It took him many days to finish the work.

It was so well hidden that no one knew anything about it.

How did the militiamen of this lower commune know that I had a cellar?

A pair of confused and bewildered eyes looked at Lu Yao.

"Snap"

Lu Yao smashed his face with the butt of his gun, instantly shattering his nose.

This person persecuted and killed many innocent people, and Lu Yao hated him intensely.

So when I hit him, I didn't want to use my hands, so I used the hardwood gunstock.

Each strike had the power to break bones.

Li Posi screamed in pain.

Lu Yao pressed the gun barrel against his head:

"I won't ask you a second time, 'Where is your cellar?'"

Li Posi is really torn.

He said that all the treasures he had saved were gone.

What if this kid really kills me if I don't tell him?

What if he takes it like a treasure and kills you to cover it up?

Even if he doesn't kill me, he'll still torture me physically...

A dozen thoughts raced through my mind in three seconds.

His eyes were fixed on Lu Yao's fingers.

Lu Yao cursed, "You bastard, you really are willing to risk your life for money!"

The slightest movement of his finger startled Li Posi, who grabbed the gun barrel with his left hand and shouted:

"Don't shoot! I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead; this guy was completely broken down.

"Brother, I'll give you anything, just please spare my life."

She cried as she spoke, long snot running down her nose.

Lu Yao felt nauseous looking at him.

No wonder Zhao Balai said that without this command post backing him up, he could take on three of him by himself.

Looking at his spineless character now, even a ruthless man like Zhao Scarface could easily beat eight of him.

"Speak, and I won't shoot."

"It's right under that wardrobe over there."

"Open the past."

Lu Yao temporarily unlocked his handcuffs.

This kid's legs are so weak he can't stand up.

They crawled across using both their hands and feet.

Lu Yao followed behind him.

Fearing he might have some other schemes or plots against them, they remained constantly vigilant.

Li Posi opened the wardrobe door and threw out the packages containing clothes.

Then they pried open the bottom plate.

There was a track switch under the base plate, and he reached in and turned it.

The floor in front of the wardrobe slowly moved.

The carpet collapsed.

Li Posi lifted the carpet, revealing a hole about one meter square.

Li Posi pressed the power switch again, and a 60-degree light bulb inside lit up.

Lu Yao looked inside.

It wasn't very big; it was just a cellar about two meters square.

Lu Yao raised the butt of his gun and smacked Li Posi on the back of the head.

The guy's body went limp and he passed out.

Lu Yao then handcuffed his and Dong Lisha's arms together through the table legs before leaving.

This cellar contains a lot of fine wines and cigarettes, as well as some calligraphy and paintings by famous people, and antique vases.

There was a small wooden box. When I opened it, I found a lot of cash and gold and silver jewelry inside.

Damn it, in these impoverished times, he actually managed to collect so many treasures.

He was even richer than that bandit Zhang Mazi.

Lu Yao didn't stand on ceremony.

I quickly found a military-style backpack.

Put the cash from the box into the box.

There were a full 350 "Great Unity" coupons, totaling 3,500 yuan. There were also 500 jin of national grain coupons.

There were two large handfuls of gold and silver jewelry, which Lu Yao grabbed and threw into his schoolbag.

The antique vase is too conspicuous; I can't take it out.

Open the calligraphy and painting and take a look.

Lu Yao had studied painting and was quite skilled. He also had a certain ability to distinguish between genuine and fake works.

Among the paintings he picked, one that Lu Yao particularly liked was "Galloping Horse" by the late master Xu Beihong.

Although cultural relics are valuable, they couldn't be sold during this period and would take many years to sell.

Taking it home might cause trouble.

Therefore, Lu Yao mainly kept cash and jewelry.

We only took this painting of galloping horses by Xu Beihong.

Seeing that there was still some room in his backpack, he stuffed a bottle of Moutai liquor inside.

Then come up.

At this moment, Li Posi and Dong Lisha both woke up, and the two of them worked together to climb out.

However, Lu Yao's handcuffs were fastened through the crossbeam between the table legs and the tabletop, so if the two of them wanted to leave, they would have to take that pear wood table, which weighed several dozen kilograms, with them.

Li Posi had only climbed halfway when Lu Yao stepped on his foot.

Li Posi roared in despair, his voice hoarse:

"Brother, I've given you everything, what more do you want?"

Lu Yao took Li Posi's pistol from his waist, wiped off the fingerprints, and threw it on the ground.

"There is one bullet here. Only one of you can live. Choose for yourself."

Dong Lisha looked at the gun, and Li Posi quickly grabbed it and pressed it against her forehead.

Dong Lisha was so frightened that she begged for mercy, and yellow liquid flowed down her thighs:

"Director Li, darling, I'm your little darling! You said you'd only love me for the rest of your life..."

Li Posi couldn't bring himself to do it.

After all, he had spent so many days and nights with this woman...

Looking back at Lu Yao:

"Young man, I'm begging you..."

Lu Yao pressed the muzzle of his rifle against Li Posi's head: "I'll count to three, and if you don't shoot, I will!"

"one……"

"Bang!"

Lu Yao only counted once before Dong Lisha's head exploded.

The bullet entered his forehead, then exploded in the back of his head, leaving blood and brain matter scattered everywhere.

Li Posi's body went limp, and he broke down in tears:

"Are you satisfied now?"

Lu Yao crouched down and forced his hand to press the pistol against his head:

"Actually, there's still one bullet here."

Li Posi stared wide-eyed in horror:

"Huh? What do you mean? You said you won't kill me?"