When the flashlight shone on the chubby boy, Old Zhang burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Having a son late in life, he cherished his chubby son like a precious treasure. He sucked every drop of Zhang Jizhou's blood so that his chubby son could have a good life in the future.
He never had the heart to hit this son.
Unexpectedly, a series of unforeseen events led him to inflict such deep wounds on the chubby boy.
"Bao Cai, Bao Cai, wait for me, Dad will take you to the hospital right now."
Old Zhang was crying so hard he was completely disoriented, frantically trying to pick up the big fat boy.
Unfortunately, the person had just been frightened and their limbs were weak, so they couldn't muster any strength.
Another thing is that Da Pangdun is really too fat. Even if Zhang Laowu grits his teeth and uses all his strength, he still can't lift him up.
The chubby boy's consciousness was already fading, and he was barely breathing. His gaze towards Zhang Laowu remained filled with venomous resentment. "You killed...me, it hurts...so much, I...want..."
He ultimately couldn't finish his sentence before he passed away.
"Bao Cai! Bao Cai..."
Late at night, the sound of a man's mournful weeping came from Lion's Roar Ridge, making it even more eerie.
"Oh my god, that's scary!"
Fang Yan, who was walking with Zhang Jizhou toward the cave where the antiques were hidden, heard Zhang Laowu's miserable cries from afar and was immediately terrified.
"He didn't really kill Big Fatty, did he?" Fang Yan asked Zhang Jizhou.
She impersonated Xue Wanxue and returned to the mortal world only to scare Zhang Laowu and delay him.
We're just giving them a head start so they can move the antiques and buy us time.
So, after successfully scaring Zhang Laowu so badly that he wet himself, Zhang Jizhou and Fang Yan didn't linger there any longer and hurried towards the cave.
Thinking that Zhang Laowu and Da Pangdun'er were father and son, even if the light was dim, they could recognize each other as long as they spoke, so it shouldn't get too serious.
At most, both father and son will get a few bruises.
However, hearing Zhang Laowu crying so miserably now, could it really be that someone has died?
Zhang Jizhou had Fang Yan stand aside and began clearing away the dry grass and stones outside the cave. Taking a moment, he glanced again in the direction from which Zhang Laowu's voice came, "He must have killed his son with his own hands."
"ah!?"
Fang Yan was completely taken aback.
Is this even possible?
Do they not have mouths?
Fang Yan was momentarily at a loss for words regarding this outcome—should she feel immense satisfaction or a sense of melancholy?
In short, she found it quite fantastical.
"Come in and take out the cloth bag you brought."
Just as she was about to start reminiscing, Zhang Jizhou's voice interrupted her thoughts, "We need to hurry, he might come down the mountain to find us immediately."
“Okay, I’ll hold the bag, and you can fill it in.” Looking at the dozen or so antiques in the cave, Fang Yan was as excited as if she had discovered a gold mine. “Be careful not to bump into anything.”
Zhang Jizhou used the cloth he brought to wrap each antique individually, and then put them into a cloth bag one by one.
When all the antiques were packed up and they were about to go down the mountain, Zhang Jizhou suddenly said to Fang Yan, "I'm going out for a bit. You put these things away."
There must be a space within Fang Yan that others cannot see.
Although Fang Yan always concealed herself well when fetching spring water, Zhang Jizhou knew that her actions were merely a smokescreen.
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