A short while later, he came out, his waist wrapped in cloth, and he walked with a shuffling gait, like a zombie.

"You are not allowed to drink water, at least not for three days. You cannot urinate now, otherwise the wound will become infected." Being cut in the middle of summer, urinating will be a problem in the future.

Watching Song Qian, who was so strong he became a psychopath.

At that moment, Dr. Liu felt a surge of sympathy.

In an instant, he banished his sympathy.

Such a person does not deserve sympathy.

If he could, he would have poisoned the person already.

He is a doctor, someone who saves lives.

Killing people indiscriminately is unacceptable.

otherwise……

Once the beast within you is unleashed, it can never be reined in.

Once he was certain that Song Qian had left, he hurriedly ran towards Su Jiaoniang's courtyard.

Upon seeing Lu Wujiu, he immediately held out a hand and said, "I need five guards to protect me, both openly and secretly, because something extremely bad just happened!" Doctor Liu then explained Song Qian's arrival and what had happened.

Su Jiaoniang and Lu Wujiu exchanged a glance.

Both of them reached the same conclusion.

Song Qian has gone mad.

They've completely gone mad!

A normal person wouldn't do that.

It drove someone with extremely strong mental fortitude to the brink of madness.

This sounds a bit fantastical.

"How about we kill them?" Fu Tu came out of the room, looked at Su Jiaoniang, then at Lu Wujiu, and offered a solution.

Lu Wujiu also agreed.

This person is really good at stirring up trouble.

There are many plans and methods to find that hidden organization. It doesn't necessarily have to be that Song Qian is alive.

This person is currently in such a mentally unstable state.

We cannot make assumptions based on common sense.

...

Anything could happen.

Su Jiaoniang nodded. Trying to outwit a madman was already beneath their dignity.

“Go!” Su Jiaoniang said.

I suddenly felt relieved.

Fu Tu and Lu Wujiu turned around and went back to their room. When they came out again, they were wearing the same night clothes and carrying the same type of curved sword.

A curved sword is extremely useful for someone who knows how to use it.

It doesn't appear frequently on the list of martial arts weapons, but once you master it...

Harvesting human lives has become extremely easy.

Night fell.

Fu Tu and Lu Wujiu headed towards the county town one after the other.

Hearing the commotion, Feng Yuwei closed the window tightly. He never expected that such a small village would be filled with such a bloody and violent atmosphere.

Indeed, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue and conflict.

Nowhere is peaceful.

He exhaled, closed his eyes, and let go of everything outside. All he needed to do was teach Xiaoya to paint well.

Thinking of the Su Jiaoniang that Xiaoya drew during the day.

Feng Yuwei once again fell into self-doubt. Could he really teach that little devil well?

The little darling looks well-behaved and doesn't seem to have any excessive thoughts, but he often surprises and shocks people unexpectedly!

Fortunately, he was still young; if it had been his grandfather teaching the little girl...

Now he's probably lying in his coffin and won't be able to get out.

...

Lu Wujiu and Futu jumped into the county government office in an instant.

Su Jiaoniang followed her up.

The family of three were all dressed in night clothes.

If you include Xiaoya, then you have a complete family.

Lu Wujiu and Futu turned around at the same time, a smile appearing in their eyes: "Why did you follow us? Are you worried?"

"I'm not worried. Next time something like this happens, I'll invite Xiaoya along. It might be a shock to the child, but it's always better for the whole family to be together. Otherwise, the little girl won't feel a sense of belonging to the family and might slowly become depressed."

"..." Disapproval flashed in Lu Wujiu's eyes.

However, there is no need to argue at this time.

He nodded.

They walked toward the room where Song Qian lived.

However, the room was empty.

He turned to look at Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang squinted and looked behind her.

The courtyard was dark, with no sudden flashes of light, and no trace of Song Qian, who was like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

We are not sitting ducks.

...

"Where are they?" Fu Tu asked.

Lu Wujiu shook his head; he didn't know.

Su Jiaoniang knew even less.

The three of them looked at each other.

"Why don't we go back first?" Fu Tu suggested.

Su Jiaoniang shook her head. Now that she was here, how could she go back empty-handed without doing anything?

"Wait!" Su Jiaoniang said.

The father and son sat together on the railing of the rooftop.

As the first rays of sunlight rose in the morning, Song Qian was led back to the house. He reeked of alcohol and smelled of perfume. After lying on the bed, he rolled over and made a few dry movements.

Lu Wujiu stared at Song Qian's lower body.

It is still bleeding.

But he acted as if he wasn't aware of it; once he'd had his fill, he lay down and continued sleeping.

This is absolutely insane!

Would a normal person do this?

Lu Wujiu jumped down from the roof beam, his curved knife landing on Song Qian's neck.

The person who had just closed their eyes opened them.

There was no sign of drunkenness in his eyes.

"The Regent is going to make a move? Heh..." He gave a bitter laugh, looking down at his own appearance.

I felt sad for a moment.

“You want to know who helped me, right? Come closer, and I’ll tell you,” Song Qian said.

Su Jiaoniang's gaze narrowed slightly. Was this what they called "a dying man's words are good"?

Did it come too easily?

Su Jiaoniang felt a sense of unease and became even more wary.

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