Zhao's mother never imagined that the son she raised would point a knife at her.

At that moment, the knife in Zhao Bing's hand flashed with cold light, and pounced on her like a ferocious beast. Zhao's mother widened her eyes, her heart filled with fear and disbelief. However, the instinct of survival drove her to react quickly, and she tightly grasped the handle of the knife, trying to stop the fatal blow.

Mother Zhao's hands were trembling slightly, as if she was holding not a knife but a heart that was about to explode. She looked at the familiar yet strange son in front of her, Zhao Bing, with astonishment on her face.

"What are you doing? I'm your mother!" Zhao's mother's voice was filled with despair and confusion, with tears welling up in her eyes.

At this time, Zhao Bing had just buried his beloved Zhang Yun. His once clear eyes were now bloodshot and red, as if they had been burned by fire. Sadness and anger intertwined, making him lose his mind.

"But you killed Zhang Yun! I have only loved this one woman in my life! Why couldn't you help us? Why did you kill her so cruelly?" Zhao Bing roared at the top of his lungs, his voice was like thunder exploding in the air, deafening.

The whole room fell into a dead silence, with only Zhao Bing's heavy breathing and Zhao's mother's faint sobbing intertwined. Time seemed to freeze, and the mother and son just stood there facing each other, neither of them speaking.

Zhao's mother was full of confusion and resentment, and it was hard for her to understand what was happening. She had raised Zhao Bing with great difficulty and hard work, and the two of them had lived together for more than twenty years. But now, why was her position in Zhao Bing's heart not as high as that of the woman named Zhang Yun?

Speaking of Zhang Yun, Zhao's mother was furious. That woman only knew how to dress up all day long, and she couldn't do any farm work at all. It was obvious that she wanted to find a sucker to do housework for her. What's more, Zhang Yun had coveted the son of the village chief before, but unfortunately he didn't think highly of her at all. Only her stupid son Zhao Bing would be fooled!

Thinking of this, Zhao's mother's lips trembled slightly with anger, and she couldn't help but argue: "Humph, that woman Zhang Yun is simply a complete vixen! How can she be a kind woman who can live a down-to-earth life with a man!"

However, Zhao Bing mercilessly interrupted his mother: "Enough, Mom! She is no longer alive, why do you have to slander her like this? Does the person you choose for me have to be good? Look at how Ran Qi has been treating us these days?"

At this point, Zhao Bing couldn't help but sighed and said with emotion: "Alas, this may really be in line with the old saying - 'Retribution will come'! You looked down on Zhang Yun and forcibly separated us, causing her and I to end up like this. Now, let someone like Ran Qi punish you!"

Zhao's mother didn't expect that Zhao Bing would have such a big grudge in his heart. "I am doing this for your own good. Zhang Yun is not a good woman."

"Enough! Shut up and stop talking! Zhang Yun is dead and has left us forever. Isn't that enough?" Zhao Bing's eyes were wide open and bloodshot. His voice became hoarse and trembling with extreme anger and sadness.

"She is lying alone in the cold and dark underground now. She must be cold and scared. And you, the culprit who caused all this tragedy, should go to the underworld immediately and apologize to her in person!" Zhao Bing's finger was pointing straight at Zhao's mother, as if that fingertip could pierce the heart of the person in front of him.

Mother Zhao was frightened by her son's ferocious appearance and took several steps back involuntarily. Her face turned pale and she said, "Son, I am your biological mother who gave birth to you and raised you. How can you speak to me like this?"

However, Zhao Bing was not moved at all. He asked with a sad and angry face: "You have no remorse at all until now. You don't feel guilty at all? You forced the person I loved the most to death, do you know that?"

Hearing this, Zhao's mother still insisted, "No, it's not my fault. She was the one who couldn't get over it and wanted to commit suicide. You can't blame me for that!"

Zhao Bing saw that his mother had not shown any remorse until this moment, and the anger in his heart instantly burned more fiercely. He gnashed his teeth and roared: "At this point, you still don't repent! If you didn't agree with my marriage to Zhang Yun, would she have come to this point? It's all because of you that she lost her precious life! Go to hell, a heartless person like you doesn't deserve to live in this world!"

After saying this, Zhao Bing's eyes widened, veins popped on his forehead, and he used all his strength, tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and rushed towards Zhao's mother frantically. With a creepy "pop" sound, the sharp blade ruthlessly pierced into Zhao's mother's body. In an instant, blood splattered and flowed out of the wound like a spring, instantly dyeing the ground red.

Originally, Zhao's mother had been working hard all day, and her body had been overwhelmed and extremely weak. Now that she suffered such a fatal blow, she felt dizzy and her eyes went dark, as if the whole world was collapsing. It was as if all the strength in her body was drained, and she had lost even the slightest ability to resist.

At this time, Zhao's mother was filled with astonishment and despair. She could never have imagined that her own son, whom she had raised with great difficulty, would kill her, and in such a cruel and resolute way. That was the child she had carried for ten months and raised with great pain! Her face was full of shock and disbelief, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. However, as the pain continued to intensify, these emotions eventually turned into deep pain and sorrow.

"You...you are my son!" Zhao's mother uttered these words with difficulty in a trembling voice, and every word was filled with endless sadness and heartbreak.

Facing his mother's grief-stricken cries, Zhao Bing just snorted coldly, without any mercy: "But you killed my beloved, so you must be buried with me!" Before he finished speaking, he raised the knife in his hand again without hesitation and stabbed Zhao's mother fiercely. This time, he seemed determined to kill Zhao's mother on the spot.

Under Zhao Bing's hideous face distorted by anger and hatred, Zhao's mother finally did as he wished, slowly closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Her body gradually became cold and stiff, and the breath of life completely dissipated.

After confirming that Zhao's mother had died, Zhao Bing did not panic at all. On the contrary, he seemed extremely calm and composed, as if everything he had just done was just a trivial matter. Then, he began to deal with the aftermath in an orderly manner - carefully picking up Zhao's mother's body and preparing to go to Zhang Yun's cemetery. He wanted to bury Zhao's mother there personally, let her apologize to Zhang Yun in the underground, and pray for the forgiveness and understanding of Zhang Yun's soul.