His eyes were seeing stars. He endured the pain and jumped up. Then, Lin Shoucai noticed a dirty knife on the table that Sun Sanlang usually used to peel fruit.

At that moment, Lin Shoucai didn't have time to think. He grabbed the dagger and stabbed Sun Sanlang fiercely. In fact, Lin Shoucai wasn't very confident about this move. Moreover, Sun Sanlang was very brave and could easily dodge it.

Unfortunately, Sun Sanlang was drunk tonight and was still swaying unsteadily. Suddenly, with a thud, the dagger pierced Sun Sanlang's chest.

It emitted a sound that terrified and confused Lin Shoucai. Instantly, the world fell silent, and even the air in the dilapidated house seemed to freeze.

What's bound to happen will happen, oh no.

[Lin Shoucai: Don't joke around, don't joke with me, you wouldn't do that.]

[Damn it, thankfully He Yi is coming soon; it's always better to have someone to take the blame. Sun Sanlang is about to run away from here; tsk tsk, what a slippery old eel.]

Lin Shouchai was terrified when he saw the dagger embedded in Sun Sanlang's heart. He quickly pulled away, but it was too late. He was fast, but his hand felt a warm sensation as sticky blood flowed out. His eyes widened as he watched the dagger sink deep into Sun Sanlang's chest, only the hilt protruding. Sun Sanlang's face...

Lin Shouchai plopped down, cried out "Oh dear!" and prepared to flee, "I've killed someone, God! I've killed Sun Sanlang!"

Although the stab had struck Sun Sanlang's heart, Lin Shoucai still held onto hope that Sun Sanlang might not die so quickly.

Sun Sanlang never expected Lin Shoucai to kill him to silence him. He slowly lowered his head and stared at the wound on his chest. At this moment, his lips began to move, "You...you...you...you killed...you."

There's always someone stronger, and every wicked person has their match.

[So that's how Sun Sanlang talks nonsense? Oh, I see.]

[This isn't about creating a problem for the villainous female supporting character. Her father is sick, and Zheng Yu is preparing for her exams, which should be in the next few days. What are they going to do about the money?]

Lin Shoucai was worried that the neighbors would come in and see this scene. He was also terrified and hurriedly went forward to cover Sun Sanlang's mouth. At this moment, Sun Sanlang was in so much pain that he could not stand up at all.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, as if trying to say something, but even so, not a sound came out. Then, more blood flowed into his mouth, and even the blood on his chest seemed to bloom like a saffron flower.

Sun Sanlang stared fiercely at Lin Shoucai with his unclosed eyes, and then his body involuntarily twitched.

Then he fell straight to the ground, closed his eyes, and Lin Shoucai hurriedly tried to pull out the dagger to see if Sun Sanlang could still be saved.

"Old Sun, Sun Laosan, don't scare me, don't scare me." At this moment, Lin Shoucai had already half-squatted down and reached out to slap Sun Sanlang's face hard.

But it was no use. Sun Sanlang remained motionless. Lin Shoucai wanted to pull out the dagger, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that if he pulled it out, blood might spurt out. There was no one outside at the moment, which was the best opportunity to escape. If he missed this opportunity, how would he explain it to the people in the government office in the future?

He reacted as if he had been burned, quickly releasing his hand.

"You bumped into me yourself, Sun Sanlang. You won't give me any money, you won't give me any money!"

"Why don't you just give me the money? You're the one who's been pushing me too hard, Sun Sanlang..." Lin Shoucai rambled on incoherently.

He looked down at the dagger again; it was still embedded in Sun Sanlang's heart. He got up to leave, realizing that although Sun Sanlang was dead, he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

His eyes were wide open in anger, and they had lost their luster. More blood was now flowing from Sun Sanlang's wound, the glaring red spreading and becoming a disaster. Lin Shoucai could no longer linger.

She reached out and patted her thigh, only then feeling a little better. To be honest, Lin Shoucai was completely stunned when he killed the man.

[Lin Shoucai: It's all because you didn't pay me.]

Run! What are you standing there for? Are you waiting for the neighbor's third sister-in-law to come?

Lin Shouchai kicked Sun Sanlang's corpse aside and ran out frantically. He wiped the blood on his outer clothes, already terrified. "I...I...I killed someone...God, today I, Lin Shouchai, have killed someone..."

A wave of immense fear washed over him. He had been drunk before coming here, and now, overwhelmed by this terror, he was already drenched in sweat.

Stepping out of the dilapidated courtyard, Lin Shoucai found that there was no one around. Of course, at this time, everyone who was supposed to be resting had already gone to bed, so naturally there wouldn't be anyone wandering around nearby.

At this moment, Lin Shoucai's first reaction was to escape! He didn't care about the direction or anything else; getting out of this place of trouble as soon as possible was the best thing. So, Lin Shoucai rushed into a dark alley nearby like a headless fly.

Honestly, I just want Sun Sanlang's body as far away as possible, because if the yamen officials come later, he won't be able to leave even if he wants to.

Lin Shoucai took a deep breath and hid in the alley. Before he could catch his breath, he heard the angry roar of the yamen runners in the distance.

Lin Shoucai was terrified. Fearing that his shouts would attract the attention of the constables, he hurriedly covered his mouth tightly.

"Who's doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Murder! Murder!" It was the voice of the neighbor, Third Sister-in-law. She rushed out of the dilapidated house, saw the yamen bailiffs, and grabbed them. "Sir, it's terrible! Three women have killed someone in the West Market! My neighbor has been murdered!"

Lin Shoucai remained motionless, cowering timidly behind a pile of tattered sacks by the door, his shifty eyes peering fearfully through the gaps at the group of constables rushing toward Sun Sanlang's house.

A moment later, the servants led three women out from the direction of Sun Sanlang's house. The distance was not far, and the bright moon tonight made the visibility very high, so everything could be seen clearly.

Lin Shoucai thought he was going to be in trouble tonight, but little did he know that he would see these government officials take Zheng Heyi and Qingju away.

She realized that the person taken away was indeed Zheng Heyi.

"Arrest...just like that, arrest the murderer!?"

"Is it Zheng Heyi and the others?"

Lin Shoucai was completely baffled. What were Zheng Heyi and Qingju doing here in the middle of the night? The initial fear had subsided; now that the constables had arrested Zheng Heyi, the three of them would naturally take the blame.

Although he didn't know what these three were doing here in the middle of the night, he was still very happy to see the constables take He Yi away. A feeling of elation at surviving a disaster welled up in Sun Sanlang's heart.