Right, he finally remembered that tonight, everyone in the village was at the ancestral hall eating, but he hadn't seen that detestable woman.
The more Mo Xiaoqiang thought about it, the more suspicious he became. However, it was already the third watch of the night, and though he wanted to search for her, he had no idea where to start. He could only hold back his frustration, sitting on the edge of the bed, growing angrier by the minute. He lifted his arm and fiercely punched the bed...
"Snap."
His hand was instantly covered in a patch of blood-red.
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In the evening, Auntie Sun was heading to the ancestral hall for the meal when, halfway there, passing through the Small Bamboo Forest, a dark figure suddenly emerged and dragged her into it, scaring her half to death. When she turned her head, she couldn't believe it—it was Butcher Yu, and she immediately flew into a rage, "You deadbeat, you've really got some nerve, sneaking into our village like this?"