"How could he be alright? He's lucky to be alive. Comrade, we need to take him to the hospital. Do you want to come with us?"

"No, I have something to do at home."

He Ruixue took out a dozen banknotes from her trouser pocket and stuffed them into her hand. "Auntie, I'll help pay for part of his medical expenses. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and stumbled back home, her steps getting faster and faster.

She had a guess that she had to verify quickly.

Looking at her running back, someone in the crowd curled their lips, "This girl is so cruel. I suffered for her, but she didn't even bother to look at me."

"She must be scared. Who wouldn't be scared if something like this happened?

Besides, how can anyone else suffer for her? She didn't deserve to die. I think it's all the driver's fault. He wasn't paying attention and suddenly rushed out."

"She was very considerate and paid over a hundred yuan. It not only covered the medical expenses, but also the subsequent hospitalization costs."

"This guy is really lucky. He can still breathe after losing so much blood. Maybe he can be saved."

…

The He family had already been in chaos. Ever since He Ruixue left the house, Jiang Yanxu had locked himself in the house.

From time to time, the sound of bells and the smell of burning incense could be heard. I had no idea what kind of weird thing was going on.

Zhao Meiya was picking pickled vegetables in the yard when she suddenly heard a loud noise in the room.

At first she thought the table had fallen over and reminded the people inside to be quiet, but received no response.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she wiped her hands casually and pushed the door open and went in.

Jiang Yanxu was found lying straight on the ground, with cinnabar powder scattered around him, forming a messy pattern. The broken red ropes on his body seemed to want to wrap him tightly, or pull him up to the sky.

The doors and windows were covered with symbols painted in blood, and the whole scene was eerie and creepy.

Zhao Meiya didn't dare to look any further, and quickly shouted outside,

"Chunsheng, go call Lao Liu over quickly, Xiao Jiang has fainted."

"Da Gen, come here too, carry him to the bed."

Everyone hurriedly carried him to the bed in the bedroom.

He Chunsheng felt something was wrong when he touched his cold hands. He checked his breath and the steel-like man almost collapsed to the ground. "Mom, he's dead."

"What do you mean you're not angry? Don't curse your uncle."

Zhao Meiya pushed him away and put her hand in front of Jiang Yanxu's nostrils, but felt nothing.

She was so angry that her blood rushed to her head. She couldn't accept it at all. Her hands were shaking. She quickly put her ear to Jiang Yanxu's chest, but he was still frighteningly quiet.