Li Qiao watched Yang Ming’s every move closely. He walked up and kowtowed heavily in front of his mother’s spirit tablet.
“Mom—soon, I’ll avenge you. Just wait a little longer, there are still two left.”
Avenge?
Could it be that Yang Ming’s mother didn’t die naturally?
After Li Qiao left, Yang Ming’s gaze suddenly fell on the spot where she had been standing just a moment ago.
His brow furrowed slightly.
After leaving, Li Qiao looked around. The sky was gradually growing dark, and the villagers had already gone home for dinner.
As she passed by one household, Li Qiao noticed a person sitting on the doorstep, chuckling to himself.
The village fool.
“Eat… eat… food…”
Li Qiao handed him a piece of candy. The village fool ate it happily, and Li Qiao asked, “Do you know Yang Ming?”
“Yang Ming from fifteen years ago… he came to Guihua Village with his mother. He was just a kid back then, do you remember?”
The village fool stared blankly, his gaze occasionally drifting to Li Qiao. Suddenly, as if something had occurred to him, he clapped his hands and giggled, “Hehe… hehe…”
“You don’t remember Yang Ming?”
“Hehe… village chief… hehe…”
“…”
Sigh. How could a fool possibly remember things from fifteen years ago? Li Qiao shook her head with a wry smile.
“Goudan, what are you doing over there?” A man’s voice called out from a distance. When the village fool saw who it was, he immediately ran over, circled around the village chief, and waved his arms excitedly, “Hehe, village chief and people hehehe… village chief and lots of people hehe at Little Ming’s mom… hehe, Little Ming’s mom…”
The village chief’s face turned pale. “Fool, stop your nonsense and get lost right now.”
Li Qiao’s heart sank sharply. She fixed her piercing gaze on the village chief. Flustered and angry, he glared back at her. “Girl, he’s a fool.”
“Yeah, he’s a fool—but fools don’t tell lies.” Li Qiao already had a guess forming in her mind.
The village chief roared, “You… you’d actually believe a fool’s words? I think you’re the real fool here. I, Liu Wei, have always walked the straight and narrow.”
Li Qiao’s eyes were deeply unsettling. Feeling guilty and furious, the village chief hurried away. Li Qiao stared intently at Goudan.
Finally, she returned to the Li household.
“Qiaoqiao… did you find out the reason?”
“Pretty much.”
“Tell me, quick.” Tang Liusu tugged at her sleeve impatiently. Li Qiao pursed her lips and laid it all out one by one.
Bang!
“Animals.” Tang Liusu roared with burning rage.
Li Qiao stood up and said, “At midnight tonight, the whole village will face its reckoning. Tonight is destined to be anything but ordinary.”
There were still two left, but there were no more dead people in the village whose graves needed moving—so Yang Ming would definitely kill again on the spot!
Tang Liusu’s expression turned grave.
Sure enough, at midnight, something happened at the village chief’s house. Li Qiao and Tang Liusu hid in the shadows. The village chief was being beaten by Yang Ming until his face was covered in blood.
“Yang Ming… you ungrateful wretch.” The village chief wiped the blood from his face and pointed at Yang Ming, cursing him out.
Yang Ming remained unmoved, his eyes fierce and merciless as he glared at the village chief.
“Ungrateful? Hahahaha… what exactly have you ever done for me? I studied hard outside for years, with one goal in mind—to one day kill you, and then kill every last man in Guihua Village. You all deserve to die!”
“You little beast, if I’d known this day would come, I should have finished you off back then.” The village chief’s face was dark with fury, deeply regretting his moment of weakness.
Just as Yang Ming seemed unwilling to say another word and was about to deliver the final blow, Li Qiao stepped forward. She gazed at Yang Ming and said, “Using the occult to kill—you’ll be punished by the heavens.”
