Anger and grievance filled Lao Li's chest. Lao Li suddenly jumped up, rushed into the kitchen naked, grabbed the kitchen knife, and returned to the bedroom with the knife. His wife was so frightened that he thought he was going to stage a "killing pity" for Lao Li. Unexpectedly, Lao Li looked at his wife with a sneer, held the knife in his right hand, raised the index finger of his left hand, and waved it violently, A finger fell silently on the quilt covering Lao Li's wife, and blood gushed out unbridled. Lao Li raised his arm like this, and his entire fist was stained red. Under the bright light, it looked like a burning torch, illuminating her wife's face, which was distorted by excessive fright. Some people also say that Lao Li wanted to take action on his shameless lifeblood, but after much hesitation, he finally chose his finger.