Just as the widow turned to look for the oil lamp, Zhao Er had already taken a knife from under the bed and started slashing at the insects.

But before the operation could begin, someone who had been hiding in the darkness and with the help of objects threw a can at Zhao Er. As the other person exerted force with both hands, they quickly rushed up and threw a handful of lime at Zhao Er.

Although Zhao Er, a seasoned veteran, immediately closed his eyes and wildly brandished his blade to protect himself, his opponent clearly had a countermeasure.

The sharpened bamboo skewer was used to stab Zhao Er indiscriminately, specifically targeting his lower body and upper body. No matter how fast the knife was, the attack of the bamboo skewer combined with the pain in his lower body still caused him suffering.

At the same time, the widow's shrill screams rang out, accompanied by the sound of earthenware pots shattering on the ground, and bad thoughts floated into Zhao Er's mind.

Without hesitation, he cut his weapon in two. In the face of extreme pain, he recklessly rammed his head against the shallow wall behind him, intending to escape.

But soon, his escape attempt froze as the numbness in his lower body and dizziness caused him to lose his balance and fall.

"The third brother's medicine... how could this be?"

Zhao Er was familiar with this drug; it was their perfect means of stealing chickens and dogs. But he never expected that one day it would fall on his own hands.

Yes, if the others died, they could definitely be found, but why did he still die even though he was so careful? Zhao Er had many thoughts, but he could only watch as the fire ignited and the insects crawling on the ground, blood red in appearance and covered with some powder, came out.

The insect crawled into his numb, gaping mouth, bit by bit, making Zhao Er feel what it was like to be eaten piece by piece, just like those people he had eaten until they were left with nothing.

Even as he faced death in agony and despair, the planner made no move to appear; all that remained was the burning of flames.

"I can finally relax. It turns out that the medicine can be absorbed down there too."

As Dao Chengyi gazed at the houses afar, their flames blazing, and listened to the lights and sounds of the village coming to life, he felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in the past three months.

But this sense of security didn't last long, because the benefactor Zhao Er mentioned gave him another reason to feel uneasy.

He couldn't let him exist in peace... He had to do something.