A group of men rushed out of the house. Some of them looked familiar. Ah, weren't they the refugees who had attacked her house before?

They were driven to Beishan, and ended up here with Song Zhijing.

Li Ruo glanced at Song Rong, who was covered in bruises on the ground, and instantly understood. She felt a wave of nausea and wanted to vomit.

"Mrs. Xu, you even sold your own daughter to survive, you deserve to die!"

Since that's the case, then let's send these beasts to their deaths! "Chen He, let's fight!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." The hidden arrows shot out like lightning, and several of the leading refugees died in the blink of an eye.

Li Ruo and Chen He attacked from both sides, killing the group until they screamed like ghosts.

Refugees gradually gathered around, clapping and cheering, "Yes, kill these beasts!"

"Those two young men are great."

The boy who had just stolen Xu's food while she wasn't looking ran over, shouting loudly, "Kill them! Kill them!"

They also teamed up with a few friends to help Li Ruo and Chen He with stones.

Before long, most of the refugees were killed, but one or two cunning ones escaped.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xu ran to the back of the house, but tripped over something and fell to the ground right next to the grave.

Li Ruo was stunned for a moment.

Look what she saw—a tombstone, hers!

Xu could no longer run and lay prostrate on the ground like a dead dog. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, "Li Ruo, do you see this? This is your grave. You were supposed to die anyway."

On her son's wedding night, he should have killed her. "Why did you come back to life? You ruined my son, ruined my whole family, why don't you die?"

Looking at the tombstone, Li Ruo felt only irony. "Why? Let me tell you."