Li Chunyan pulled Zhang Fan aside, carefully choosing her words before slowly saying, "Zhang Fan, the village chief's head was hit by a rock. The villagers said that he was calling your name as soon as he had his last breath. Don't worry about anything else, just go back quickly."

As she spoke, Li Chunyan broke down in tears, her voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

She didn't dare to bring this up in front of everyone just now because she was afraid of upsetting them and it wouldn't solve the problem.

Furthermore, the person Zhang Youde most wanted to see was Zhang Fan, and letting Zhang Fan go back would also fulfill his wish.

The mountain road was slippery, so the car didn't travel very fast, but it could still go fast.

Zhang Fan sprinted forward, leaving only a blur in his wake.

Along the way, there were many fallen tree branches lying across the road, but Zhang Fan did not slow down and flew over them in one stride.

If someone saw Zhang Fan on the street, they would definitely doubt their own eyes.

Zhang Fan's speed was even faster than that of a leopard.

The wind whistled in his ears, and memories kept surfacing in Zhang Fan's mind.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Youde made him a piece of clothing by hand; when Zhang Youde went to the market, he would always "accidentally" buy too much stuff and then ask Zhang Fan to finish it off; Zhang Youde would give all the money he had saved for decades to Zhang Fan, just in case he was afraid that Zhang Fan would suffer...

Perhaps he ran too fast, the wind stung his eyes, and hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

Village chief, you must wait for me.

As soon as Zhang Fan stepped off the main road, he saw that the road connecting the village to the main road had collapsed, leaving a pit about ten meters deep. Not only Zhangjiapo, but also the road to Baijia Village was cut off.

If villagers want to get out, they have to go around to Dingjiapo to reach the main road.

If a healthy person can walk, but an injured person cannot walk that far, moving them easily could cause further injury, so the only option is to ask a doctor to take a detour.

Because of his sister's arrest, Dr. Niu has been holding a grudge. Now that Zhangjiapo has suffered this calamity, he, as a doctor, not only refuses to help but also calls it retribution, which infuriates the people of Zhangjiapo.

Without slowing down at all, Zhang Fan took a running start and leaped directly from one end of the landslide, his body tracing a parabola in the air before landing steadily on the other side, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

The soil near the landslide looked soft, and there was a risk of another landslide.

Zhang Fan ran into the village, where a number of people were waiting at the door of Zhang Youde's house, all with red eyes and sorrowful faces.

Upon seeing Zhang Fan, everyone spontaneously made way for him.

The villagers all thought Zhang Fan was still a fool, and they all reminded him, "Zhang Fan, whatever the village chief says later, you have to agree to it."

"Don't look too sad, or the village chief will feel bad."

"Zhang Fan, remember to tell the village chief you're doing well and not to worry..."

"Village chief, Zhang Fan is here, village chief!"

The sounds inside the room became shrill, and this shout was like flipping a switch, causing everyone to cry out involuntarily.

Zhang Fan walked quickly to Zhang Youde's side, only to see that Zhang Youde's head was wrapped in bandages, with bright red blood seeping out, which was particularly glaring. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were wide open, and his gaze was blank.

"Zhang Fan, quickly kneel down before the village chief and see him off in his final moments."

Zhang Fan not only didn't kneel, but instead pushed everyone out of the room and locked the door from the inside.

There was a loud banging on the door: "Zhang Fan, open the door! What are you going to do to the village chief?"

"If you don't open it, we'll break down the door!"

The people outside called out twice, but there was no response from inside, so they became extremely anxious.

Someone was peering through the window, but Zhang Fan had already drawn the curtains, so they couldn't see anything.

Now everyone was extremely anxious, fearing that Zhang Fan might do something to Zhang Youde.

After all, the villagers believe that a person's appearance when they die is what they will look like in the underworld.

If the body is destroyed, or if it is missing limbs, the person will be born disabled after reincarnation.

Zhang Youde was a great philanthropist; no one could accept that his body had been desecrated.

The door was repeatedly rammed and kicked until it finally gave way and broke open.

The villagers then saw what was happening inside: Zhang Fan had actually cut a gash on Zhang Youde's wrist with a knife and then pricked Zhang Youde with countless needles, turning him into a hedgehog.

This is outrageous!

The village chief has already passed away, yet Zhang Fan actually desecrated Zhang Youde's remains!

Zhang Youde doted on Zhang Fan like a grandson, but Zhang Fan is such an ingrate!

The villagers were furious, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could tear Zhang Fan apart alive.

They took out kitchen knives and kept hacking at the door, sending countless wood chips flying and making the hole in the door even bigger.

Someone stretched out their arm, went around to the back of the door, and unlocked it.

Everyone was shouting, "Kill him!"

"Kill Zhang Fan!"

"Make him apologize to the village chief!"

The villagers, their eyes blazing with anger, brandished their carrying poles and wooden sticks and charged at Zhang Fan. Although furious, they knew Zhang Fan was a fool and couldn't really kill him.

But when those weapons, imbued with rage, fell, Zhang Fan wasn't much better off.

Zhang Fan filled his palm with spiritual power and placed it over the silver needle. He continuously poured spiritual power into the needle, causing the needle's tail to vibrate and reflect a lustrous metallic light.

The moment Zhang Fan stepped into the room, he could tell that Zhang Youde had not completely passed away, as his spiritual power was protecting Zhang Youde's heart meridian.

Zhang Youde suffered a head injury, and the blood clot blocked his brain, causing a cerebral infarction and immediate fainting.

With his injuries too severe and his spiritual energy exhausted, Zhang Youde was on the verge of death when Zhang Fan happened to return.

This is the most critical moment; if they fail, Zhang Youde will truly die.

Zhang Fan's cold gaze swept over them, carrying a sharp killing intent. The villagers present were so frightened by the powerful aura that they stood frozen in place, unable to help but feel a chill.

When they realized what was happening and tried to hit Zhang Fan again, they found themselves unable to move, as if they had been acupunctured.

The moment they rushed in, Zhang Fan put two fingers together and seemingly casually pointed forward. Three golden rays of light emanated from his fingertips, shooting towards the villagers' acupoints like swords released from a bow.

The two people at the front blocked the entrance, completely obstructing the view of those behind them. They couldn't see what was happening and kept asking anxiously, "What's going on? What happened?"

Only their eyes could move; a chill ran down their spines. They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Could it be that they've encountered a ghost wall?

That's terrifying!

Ji Zhi drove Bai Rou'er's van, picked up Wang Yi, and then, along with everyone, medicines, bandages for treating external injuries, and other supplies, headed straight for Zhangjiapo.

Apart from Wang Yi and Ji Zhi, everyone on the bus was from Zhangjiapo. Except for the pregnant Aunt Pang, everyone else had gone back to help.

Everyone sitting in the car had a vague sense of worry. The village road had collapsed, and they didn't know the situation, Zhang Fan's condition, or whether they had traveled safely.

Despite their fear, no one backed down for the sake of their loved ones.

With a sharp screech of brakes, Ji Zhi floored the accelerator. The ground was slippery, and the car drifted along the road before finally coming to a stop after crashing into a tree lying across the middle of the road.