However, few dared to kill, so only one was knocked unconscious. The stick hit the others, but the refugees only felt a tinge.
"Tie them up and throw them into the ancestral hall. We'll hand them over to the village constable tomorrow," the village chief said with a sigh of relief.
"Village chief, does it mean my father's death will be in vain?" The old man's son stood up and asked.
"So why don't you kill them and then get put in jail?" The village chief asked.
"I..."
"Enough. Throw them into the ancestral hall. They won't have a good ending anyway." The village chief turned around and ordered.
However, after throwing the people into the ancestral hall, the village chief did not leave. Instead, he took a few people to hide behind the back window. He wanted to hear who they were or what their purpose was.
Gu Chengrui was worried too. He asked Zhou Ying for a pack of knockout powder and followed them.