Amidst the noisy crowd, on the snowy ground by the lake stained red with blood.

Xie Mingchi, his clothes soaked, lowered his head and looked at the two bodies lying on the snow not far away. All he could hear were chaotic discussions and his father's sobbing.

"The village chief is here!"

Someone shouted in the noisy crowd.

The villagers turned around and looked up at the village road they came from.

Sure enough, following the path made clear by the crowd, I soon saw the familiar figure of the village chief Li Kui.

The village chief, who was in his prime, left the crowd behind and walked through them at great speed. In the blink of an eye, he squeezed over quickly.

"How is the person?"

Standing closer, I heard the village chief Li Kui's somewhat anxious voice asking.

"It's dead, village chief, you're too late!"

Someone in the crowd responded to him.

Li Kui's anxious expression suddenly darkened.

Late last night, he heard that a scholar who had passed the imperial examination in the village had drowned. He was so scared that he ran back overnight. But before he could rest, he heard that two more people had drowned in the lake.

People were drowning one after another in the village, and the village chief was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat...

Li Kui took three or two steps forward to take a look.

The snow was a striking blood-red, stinging his eyes. Turning to look, he saw two frozen stiff bodies lying on the ground not far away.

They were two old women with wrinkled skin like dried orange peel, but their faces were blue and white, without any blood color.

Without even reaching out to feel around, it was clear that both of them were dead...

He carefully identified the identities of the two people and frowned even more tightly.

Then, he walked towards the red snow. There was a large amount of blood, most of which had slid down from a sharp stone.

There was so much blood, as if someone had fallen down, hit their head, and couldn't stand up for a long time, and the blood was all over the ground.

There was a mess of footprints on the ground, as if the other one tried to help but lost his balance and both fell into the lake. Perhaps the woman with a broken head was afraid of drowning before falling into the water, so she grabbed the other one tightly. As a result, neither of them could climb out and drowned.

It was a sin. Because of the heavy snow for several months, many of the lakes, big and small, in the village were now covered with a thick layer of ice.

It would be difficult for someone to drown in it. The strange thing is that this is the largest lake in the village. The water in it flows out from the forest and mountains, and it is a warm lake.

The lake water is warm even in the cold and frozen ground. Even if it snows for a hundred years, the lake surface probably won't freeze...

So, this also led to this tragedy...

The village chief analyzed the situation, made an estimate in his mind, and quickly came to a conclusion.

It was just another accident...

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd behind him, and Li Kui turned around to look.

Hua Shi, with the help of Huating Jing and others, finally squeezed through the dense crowd. What he saw was a blood-red snowfield.

When I looked up again, I saw two lonely bodies lying in a large open space, and a middle-aged man kneeling on the snow beside them, sobbing.

Hua Shi took two steps forward and immediately saw Li's familiar face...

The face that used to be so arrogant and aggressive now quietly closed its eyes and was silent.

That domineering and powerful old lady died just like that...

The cold wind blew, causing her cheeks to hurt a little.

Hua Shidai stood there, looking at the cold corpse again and again. The glaring bright red blood made her face pale.

Hua Tingjing, who was standing a little behind him, saw Li's purple face clearly. He suppressed the urge to vomit and turned his head to look at Hua Shi's pale face. He choked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

What a sin...

How could he be gone just like that in less than a day?

The village chief Li Kui asked a few random people who were watching a few questions.

Basically, the question was, did you see these two people fall into the water? How did they end up drowning? What were these two elderly women, over a hundred years old between them, doing in such a place out of the blue?

After asking around, Li Kuizuo confirmed his guess and walked towards the direction of the two corpses.

"Thank you, Lang. My condolences."

Li Kui looked at the man lying on the ground, sobbing, and whispered a word of comfort.

“Wuwuwu…wuwuwu…wuwuwu.”

After hearing the comforting voices from behind him, Xie Lang sobbed even louder and his tears seemed to flow even more violently.

Li Kui's head seemed to grow bigger as he listened to his sobbing. He looked at Xie Mingchi who was standing beside him and reached out to pat the wet clothes on his shoulders.

He was just about to ask Xie Mingchi to comfort his father, but when he touched his father's wet clothes, his eyes widened: "Your clothes are all wet?"

Xie Mingchi raised his head, looked at Li Kui, and whispered, "I just went down to rescue someone."

Li Kui glanced at him hesitantly, sighed heavily, and said, "You should persuade your father to take your grandmother back home. It's so cold outside, and you might get sick if you wear wet clothes."

Li Kui's voice was neither loud nor soft, and the villagers surrounding him could hear it.

When some people saw the village chief coming, they just looked around and asked people to take the bodies home, feeling dissatisfied.

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