"You killed him?" Su Jiaoniang looked at the person whose eyes bulged out, as if they could burst at the slightest touch.

She gasped.

She wasn't afraid of seeing dead people.

but……

She always felt that Widow Han was a bit strange.

"Dead, dead?" Huang Erlan, looking utterly lost, staggered along the road.

Upon seeing Widow Han lying on the ground, he suddenly came to his senses.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang, then at the widow Han on the ground. He rubbed his eyes, his heart aching so much he could hardly breathe.

Clutching his heart, he continued to stagger, saying, "I've been drinking, I'm drunk, I must have misread it."

They swayed back to the field.

He was covered in sweat.

Lu Wujiu turned around, his gaze falling on the direction where Huang Erlan lived: "Should we take care of this?"

He asked Su Jiaoniang.

Futu nodded without changing his expression.

Su Jiaoniang happened to see Futu's hint to Lu Wujiu. That brat! She reached out and slapped Futu on the head, laughing and scolding, "What's there to solve? Go back and write Buddhist scriptures."

"Mother, are you going to make me a monk? Writing Buddhist scriptures, what kind of human suffering is that!"

Su Jiaoniang rolled her eyes at the Buddha statue.

She said, "Huang Erlan is sensible and won't talk nonsense."

"..." Lu Wujiu didn't really believe that someone could be sensible.

Some people are naturally good.

But very few.

Human malice can be amplified infinitely at times.

A woman's heart turns towards the light, and everything she sees and sees is light.

but……

Forget it, he'll just have someone keep an eye on Huang Erlan. Once this matter is over, no one will believe Huang Erlan even if he says something.

Su Jiaoniang saw the helplessness in Lu Wujiu's eyes and chuckled softly.

He knew what he was thinking.

However, Huang Erlan is a dull person with some ambition, but he would never do anything bad.

If she truly harbored ill intentions, Widow Han would have already lost her virginity.

Is someone who can resist temptation even when faced with a beautiful young widow in a coma really that bad?

Human hearts are fickle and hard to fathom, but there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

Let's wait and see.

The group returned home, closed the door, and Futu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He and Lu Wujiu exchanged a glance; both of them wanted to kill Song Qian, which would save them trouble.

in this way.

Night fell.

Fu Tu emerged from the room. He was short, dressed in black, and carrying a curved sword. The moment he stepped out, he saw Lu Wujiu standing outside.

"You didn't wait for my mother to train her people, didn't you wait for her to find out about that organization?"

Futu immediately guessed Lu Wujiu's purpose in coming out.

Because they're all the same!

"There are ways, but not yet. We just haven't found them. There's no need to put people in danger!" Lu Wujiu said. He couldn't afford to lose; he cared too much!

Although admitting defeat like this is very un classy.

But he just gave up!

Only a fool would do something like putting the most important person in his heart at risk.

He initially thought he was patient.

But today, Widow Han stabbed him with her knife.

Those fair forearms, that slender waist, those upright shoulders.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a widow.

There may be pretty young widows in the village, but with such good posture, standing up as if she has been trained, showing her most beautiful side, is she really a widow?

He hadn't really looked at Widow Han before.

Now……

Looking back, there are flaws everywhere.

"Together!" Lu Wujiu asked.

Fu Tu nodded, and the two walked towards the county town.

A county magistrate suddenly arrived, disturbing their peaceful life. Damn it!

As soon as I stepped out of the village, I saw a person standing at the village entrance.

The two stopped in their tracks and stepped back in unison.

Looking at the person who should be asleep, my gaze unconsciously fell on her stomach.

"What are you looking at?" Su Jiaoniang glared at Lu Wujiu.

She was not pregnant at all.

The treatment they are receiving right now is worse than that of a pregnant woman.

"Do you want to come along?" Futu asked.

"What the hell?" Su Jiaoniang led the person to Widow Han's courtyard and asked, "If we kill the person, how can we continue searching for the organization's whereabouts?"

Having gone this far in her acting, she had already transferred the shop to a complete stranger, but now she's killed Song Qian, proving she's scared!

Beautiful women never admit defeat.

"Mother, I'm scared!" Fu Tu said, revealing a timid little face, and grabbed Su Jiao Niang's hand.

He didn't want his mother to be cooped up at home.

They're unwilling to refine even the finest wines.

A mother should be a free bird, able to go wherever she wants.

As for the whole drug enforcement thing, if he wanted a drug-free world, he could take over the people she trained and get himself caught up in the chaos; he wouldn't be so exhausted.

Su Jiaoniang touched Futu's head.

"Damn it, Song Qian can't die yet. As soon as we find his supplier, we'll kill him immediately. We won't need him as bait anymore!"

Fu Tu looked at Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu had already nodded.

This traitor.

Futu responded.

My gaze fell on the small courtyard. It was very clean, with very few leaves on the ground. Ordinary families would keep a few chickens in their yards.

Free-range chickens chirp and scurry around, leaving chicken droppings all over the ground.

The widow Han's family didn't have any.

Pushing open the door and entering the room, I saw a comb and rouge on the dressing table, both of the finest quality.

The blankets on the bed smelled nice.

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