Zhao Si was prepared and dodged to the side, while at the same time stretching out his foot to trip the gambler Li.
The gambler Li fell to the ground and the knife flew out.
"Hand over the silver!" Gambler Li got up in a rage, baring his teeth and claws, wanting to rush towards Zhao Si again.
But Zhao Si had already taken the opportunity to pick up the knife on the ground and threatened: "Gambler Li, don't force me to attack you. The silver in this purse is not something you can touch."
Although the gambler Li was greedy, he was not a fool. He knew that he was outnumbered and could not compete with Zhao Si.
So, he rolled his eyes and put on a smile: "Fourth brother, don't get me wrong, I was just joking with you. Since you are unwilling to give it, then I won't snatch it away."
Zhao Si looked at him coldly. He didn't believe the nonsense of Li the gambler, but he didn't want to continue to entangle with Li the gambler here. It would be troublesome if they were discovered.
Just as he walked out of the dilapidated temple, the gambler Li behind him suddenly attacked and attacked him. Zhao Si instinctively waved his knife, but the gambler Li was faster. He grabbed Zhao Si's purse and pulled it out with all his strength.
"Let go!" Zhao Si roared.
Seeing this, the gambler Li quickly let go of his purse and turned to avoid him. But Zhao Si was already furious, his eyes red in an instant, and he chased after him, swinging his knife at Li again and again.
Suddenly, the gambler Li stumbled and fell to the ground. Zhao Si took the opportunity to pounce on him and stabbed him fiercely with the dagger in his hand.
"Ah!" A scream was heard, and Zhao Si was horrified to find that the knife in his hand had actually pierced into the heart of the gambler Li.
Gambler Li opened his eyes wide, blood flowing from his mouth. He stared at Zhao Si, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance deeply in his mind. Then his body trembled violently and there was no movement.
Zhao Si was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the knife still stuck in the chest of the gambler Li.
Fear, panic, regret...all these emotions intertwined together, leaving Zhao Si at a loss.
He tried to struggle to stand up and run away, but his legs were trembling under the strong impact of this emotion. He found that he didn't even have the strength to get up, and could only sit helplessly on the ground.
Just as Zhao Si was sitting on the ground, helpless and terrified, a figure suddenly flew in from outside the ruined temple.
The man was wearing a black coat and looked menacing. It was obvious that he had ill intentions.
Zhao Si was frightened by this sudden change and was uneasy. He crawled back in panic, while eagerly explaining, "I didn't mean to do it."
The man in black interrupted him in a low voice: "I'm not here to arrest you. Manager Liu asked me to ask you, is the matter settled?"
His voice was deep and powerful, and one hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if ready to draw the sword at any time.
Seeing this, Zhao Si nodded hurriedly in response: "Yes, it's done. I've already poured the laxatives into the porridge."
"Laxative?" Upon hearing this, the man in black let out a sinister laugh from his throat, which was creepy.
Zhao Si's heart suddenly tightened. He couldn't figure out what kind of deep meaning was hidden behind that sinister laugh.
The black-shirted man's laughter suddenly stopped, and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife: "It's time to send you, a fool, to your death!"
Zhao Si was shocked when he heard this. He finally understood the purpose of the man in black.
Manager Liu sent him here obviously to kill people and silence them to prevent the matter from being exposed.
At this critical moment, Zhao Si's desire to survive was completely aroused.
He rolled violently, dodging the knife slashed at him by the man in black, and at the same time shouted for help: "Help! Murder!"
However, in this dilapidated temple in the wilderness, how could anyone hear his cry for help?
The man in black sneered and swung his knife at Zhao Si again. This time, he hit Zhao Si's throat with one blow, and Zhao Si fell to the ground.
Zhao Si fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he died with his eyes open. Blood gushed out of his throat like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red.
The man in black looked at Zhao Si's body coldly, without a trace of emotion on his face.
"Shopkeeper Liu was right. Although Zhao Si is stupid, he is quite capable."
The man in black muttered to himself, then stood up, looked around, and then rushed out of the ruined temple like a ghost and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, in the porridge factory, the aroma of eight-treasure porridge filled the air, making people salivate.
Originally, only bland white porridge was cooked here, but Qiao Heyuan and Ding Xinwan brought candied dates, lotus seeds, kidney beans and other rich dried fruits from their home, which added a lot of color and taste to the porridge.
Qiao Heyuan has always loved sweets, and when faced with this sweet and tempting eight-treasure porridge, she couldn't help but salivate.
Ding Xinwan considerately left a bowl for her to enjoy while she rested.
"Sister He, you take a rest and let me take over." Ding Xinwan said softly.
"Okay, Sister Xin. I'll go to the tent and burn some herbs to drive away the mosquitoes." Qiao Heyuan responded, sat down aside, picked up the bowl of warm porridge, and savored it carefully.
We worked until the sun went down, and today's porridge distribution finally came to an end. The golden afterglow spread over the makeshift porridge factory, adding a bit of warmth to this simple venue.
"Sister He, you've worked hard today." Ding Xinwan walked over and gently patted Qiao Heyuan's shoulder.
Qiao Heyuan smiled and shook her head: "It's not hard, I just hope these disaster victims can get through this hardship as soon as possible."
As she spoke, she held the burning herbs in her hand and continued to fumigate around, and a faint herbal fragrance spread.
At this time, a disaster victim came over with a grateful smile on his face: "Thank you so much, ladies. This porridge is not only delicious, but it also provides us displaced people with a place to live."
Ding Xinwan responded gently, "Uncle, you're so polite." She handed him the dampness-clearing and heat-clearing pills in her hand and said, "Here are some pills. Take them. If you feel any discomfort, take one."
"Oh, this is great! Thank you, girl!" The victim took the pills and thanked her repeatedly.
After drinking the hot eight-treasure porridge, many victims felt a chill and broke out in cold sweats unconsciously. However, the evening breeze brought an indescribable sense of comfort.
After fumigating the herbs, Qiao Heyuan felt a cold sweat on her back and looked a little tired. After fumigating the last spot, she turned to Ding Xinwan and said, "Sister Xin, I think we should stop here today. I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest early."
Ding Xinwan nodded and instructed the nanny accompanying Qiao Heyuan, "Mammy, help your daughter go back and rest. If she still doesn't feel well tomorrow morning, let her rest for a few more days. There's no need to rush over."
The nanny agreed, then carefully supported Qiao Heyuan and said, "Miss, let's go back."
Qiao Heyuan waved to Ding Xinwan: "Sister Xin, I'll be leaving first."
On the way back, Qiao Heyuan felt an irresistible fatigue. The carriage drove all the way to the Qiao Mansion, but before it reached the door, she fainted in the carriage.
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