"Village Chief, Uncle Village Chief, hurry and save my mother, Auntie has come to our house to steal grain again, my mother is going to be beaten to death by her." Dalang ran while shouting, his voice filled with piteous helplessness, performing even better than Lin Yue had expected, likely because there was a touch of sincerity in it.
"Dalang, are you telling the truth? What's going on, why would your aunt want to beat your mother?" The Village Chief asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.