Old man Qiao didn't listen. He was only in his 60s and often worked in the fields. His legs and feet were still nimble. The current situation seemed to have activated his potential. When the old man heard Lin Yi calling him, he not only didn't turn around, but ran out.

Lin Yi shrugged and winked at the stunned Qiao Lao Er: "Your father is gone, aren't you going with him?"

Qiao Laoer was hesitant, unsure of what he meant. His eyes moved back and forth between Lin Yi and the gate. Although he did not run after his father, his toes were pointing towards the gate, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

Lin Yi pulled a bench over and placed it under the eaves, then sat down in front of the door with his arms folded.

At this time, at the entrance of Qiao's Alley, a noise came from far away. A group of people holding various farm tools were running towards the Qiao family with great momentum. The old man of the Qiao family changed his depressed attitude and walked in front of the crowd.

Qiao Lao Er seemed to have found his backbone this time, and the panic on his face disappeared. When the large group of people entered the yard, Qiao Lao Er pointed at Lin Yi and said to the people on his side: "It's this kid. He tried to run away just now, but I stopped him."

Then he turned to an old man with a goatee in the crowd and said, "Uncle Village Chief, this kid definitely has bad intentions. We must not let him get away so easily."

The village chief with a goat beard was not tall, but his green eyes sparkled with brilliance. He ignored Qiao Laoer's words and asked Lin Yi in a hoarse voice, "Little boy, where are you from?"

Lin Yi: "What's it to you?"

The village chief stroked his beard and frowned, then asked, "Have you seen our big man guarding the village entrance?"

Lin Yi chuckled: "I see."

Village chief: "Where is he?" The person on shift said that the big guy had neglected his duty. The big guy's mother had just come to him looking for him, saying that the big guy left home in the middle of the night to patrol and should have been home at eight or nine o'clock, but she had prepared lunch and the big guy had not come back.

Lin Yi scratched his ear and raised an eyebrow at the goateed man. "Is that the big, stupid guy? He wouldn't let me in before I came here. I had no choice but to send him away."

The man with the goatee was puzzled. A middle-aged woman who looked about half as similar to the big man guarding the village entrance burst into tears and squeezed out of the crowd: "Where did you send my son?"

Lin Yi stretched out his finger and pointed upwards, "Send him up there to cool down."

The woman screamed, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

The crowd was silent for a moment because of this change, and then a heated discussion broke out.

"He killed the big guy?"

"No way, that big guy is the best puncher in our village."

"This kid dares to kill someone? It doesn't seem like it."

"Should we report it to the police?"

"Shh, why call the police? Can we let outsiders into our village?"

"What should we do? Should we just let him go?"

"We definitely can't let him go. If we just let him go after killing someone, wouldn't anyone in our village be able to come and trample on him in the future? There's no shortage of room for him in the mass graves in the back mountain."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at him as if he were a dead man.

Old man Qiao's face flushed red. He heard that the big guy had been killed by him. Then his wife and daughter, grandson and daughter-in-law, and his eldest son who had just entered the house and screamed and then died, wouldn't they all be in danger?