The change happened too fast; Hu Bin let out a desperate cry, "No!"

The villagers were also shocked by the sudden turn of events, their faces turning pale, and they stumbled backward, shouting, "Murder! Murder! We need the brigade leader!"

"Close the gate first, don't let the mad killer escape."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

They talk a good game, but who's going to close the door? Nobody wants to do it.

Hu Bin crawled to his wife's side, checked her breathing with his hand, and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing.

Hu Dabao, still not satisfied with killing Hu's mother with a single blow, drew his long sword and slashed at Wu's mother's corpse twice more.

He muttered under his breath, "Serves you right for not giving me corn, serves you right for not giving me corn."

Hu Bin, who was in extreme pain and despair a second ago, saw the long knife falling and instinctively retreated, crawling and rolling away half a meter.

The two strong men, who had come in to help, stopped in their tracks.

"What are you standing there for? Stop this beast!" Hu Bin was furious that his subconscious actions had been exposed in public, and he shouted at the door.

"Honey!" A woman outside the door jumped up and down, "Don't pay any attention to that bastard, look at Daya, look at Daya right now!"

Hu Daya had always had a low profile in the village, so the villagers had a good impression of her. How could the aunties bear to watch the blood flowing all over the ground under the child?

One of them held up a knife to guard against Hu Dabao's sudden attack, while the other went into the house, found a quilt, wrapped Hu Daya, who was covered in blood, and carried her in his arms.

They retreated step by step from the courtyard.

Hu Daya, who had survived the ordeal, was overwhelmed by the belated pain, and her voice involuntarily grew louder.

"Save me, save me and my child."

The fool was probably particularly sensitive to the voices of his family. As soon as she spoke, Hu Dabao looked over.

The two men cursed and, not daring to delay, turned and ran.

He ran outside the courtyard and slammed the gate shut behind him, patting his chest as if still shaken.

The aunties gathered around and took Hu Daya from the man's arms. "What do we do now? Old Hu is still inside."

The scene was completely silent. Hu Bin was right in front of the fool; who would dare to risk rescuing him?

"Who cares if he dies? After what happened with the Hu family, we said we'd send this idiot far away, but Hu Bin wouldn't listen. Now he's finally getting his comeuppance."

Someone muttered under their breath.

He spoke softly, but everyone around him heard him, and their expressions varied.

The person who was speaking was hit on the arm. Someone gestured for her to speak less, because if she didn't speak, no one would think she was mute.

Back then... mentioning back then casts a shadow over the hearts of many who knew the story.

"The captain is here!" someone shouted.

The crowd automatically stepped back, making way for them.

"Over here..." Hu Heshuo was accompanied by a young man of about eighteen or nineteen, one of the two newly arrived male educated youth.

He strode up to Hu Dabao, who was fiddling with the corpse. He didn't take his weapon, and he didn't even make a move. The machete fell to the ground, and Hu Dabao let out a painful groan.

With her arms tightly bound behind her back, she fell to her knees with a thud, her whole body twisted into a pretzel as she struggled under the male educated youth's grasp.

"Let me go, it hurts so much, please let me go."

The strength was so great that the male educated youth had to use his entire body weight to restrain her, raising his voice, "Bring me a rope."

"They've got him!"

"What superb skills!"

The villagers watching gasped in surprise.

Hu Heshuo led the group out, personally went into the Hu family home to find hemp rope, and together with the male educated youth, they tied the mentally challenged man up tightly.

The moment he straightened up, Hu Heshuo's gaze met that of Hu Bin, who looked relieved, and a strange, terrifying smile spread across his face.

His lips moved, silently uttering a few words: Seven years!

Hu Bin's pupils suddenly contracted!

Hu Heshuo turned back and asked the educated youth for their opinion, "Should we report it to the police?"

The male educated youth didn't say anything, but checked Hu's mother's breathing; she was definitely dead.

He nodded slightly. "Take the injured to the hospital and report it to the police. Isn't there a son-in-law living in this house? Where is he?"

"Don't call the police!" Hu Heshuo's face contorted with pain as he clutched his severed arm and shouted, "This is my own family matter, I won't call the police."

In the current context of imperfect laws, there is indeed a saying that officials will not investigate unless the people report it. If one or two people die, especially in the countryside, the reason can be plausible and no one reports it to higher authorities, so it can be overlooked.

"No!" Hu Heshuo stepped forward. "This constitutes a disgusting murder case. It can't be resolved by simply saying it's a family matter. I've already sent someone to report it to the police."

"You..." Ignoring the pain, Hu Bin was furious and wanted to say something, but suddenly he poured a basket of wood ash over Hu Bin's head.

Ma Dajiao, hands on hips, proudly raised his chin, "You're all suffering retribution, bleeding almost dry, and you're still hiding it. Why didn't that stupid son chop off your mouth?"

"Pfft, cough cough!" The wood ash was poured over his head, causing Hu Heshuo to cough violently, but he was afraid that once he was in jail, he would never have a chance to get out.

Despite the unbearable itch in his throat, he shouted, "I'm willing to let my own son get hurt, but what about you? Aren't you afraid of losing your spot as an outstanding brigade this year if you report this to the police?"

Upon hearing this, some villagers hesitated.

With such a scandalous incident occurring in the brigade, it would be a good thing if the higher-ups found out and everyone started talking behind their backs. They still dare to dream of an excellent rating? Don't even think about it.

Seeing that he looked like he was barely breathing and was still trying to incite the villagers with his foul mouth, Hu Heshuo's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he and the educated youth retreated to the side and remained silent.

Want to keep it a secret?

Let alone the troublemaker hiding on the roof of the neighboring house watching the commotion, who wouldn't agree, even the male educated youth next to me...

Hu Heshuo smiled and looked away.

Soon, Old Yu arrived in his oxcart, and the crowd quickly lifted Hu Daya onto the cart.

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