Zhao Dayong easily pried open the village head's mouth.
He moved the oil lamp next to the village head's face, and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw the village head staring at him with wide eyes, but his pupils were already unfocused, as if he were dead.
Zhao Dayong's heart skipped a beat. He checked the side of the village head's neck with the hand that was gripping him, and found... no pulse!
He...he's dead!
How could he be dead? He didn't mean to kill anyone! He just wanted to steal some money to spend; he never intended to kill anyone!
Zhao Dayong panicked and lost his composure, but he quickly calmed down. He couldn't afford to lose his composure; he had to get out of there as soon as possible!
Once you leave here, no one will know about this.
Once this storm passes, he can still live a carefree and happy life!
Realizing this, Zhao Dayong immediately got up from the ground. But before he could reach the door, the gate was suddenly opened, and several figures walked through the yard and into the house, blocking him inside.
"Dad! I brought you chicken soup!"
Ms. Tian walked at the front. She pushed open the door and was startled to see the figure inside. Her hand slipped, and the porcelain bowl full of chicken soup in her hand fell to the ground, splattering everywhere.
Zhao Dayong was scalded by the hot soup and took a step back.
Tian didn't look at him, but instead looked at the person lying on the bed. Seeing that the man was unconscious, she cried out in alarm, "Father! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you! Someone help! My husband is dying!"
"You filthy woman, stop shouting!" Zhao Dayong tried to stop Tian Shi's crying, but before he could make a move, he was stopped by the other two people.
Zhao Dayong turned around and noticed that there were four people standing in the courtyard, two of whom were the Zhu couple, who were the most kind-hearted people in the village.
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