"That's good, San'er! The noodles taste good, don't they?" Zhou Chunping finally felt relieved. The nobleman had said that just one packet of that powder would put a strong man into a coma for twelve hours. Just now, he had Zhou Zhigang put two packets of the medicine directly into Zhou Zhixin's bowl of noodles. Even though Zhou Zhixin didn't eat the poached egg, wouldn't the powder get onto the noodles if he shook it between his fingers?
Zhou Chunping's question made Zhou Zhixin feel something was amiss. He shook his head, feeling dizzy and dazed, as if he'd been thrown onto a rocking boat. Zhou Chunping before him seemed to transform into several figures.
Is he sick? Zhou Zhixin wasn't sure. Today had been quite upsetting for him. First, he'd been scolded by Wu Jinfeng, and then he'd been irritated by Zhao Yunxiang's return to the village.
"Dad, big brother, I'm going to sleep for a while." Zhou Zhixin planned to go back to his room to take a nap. Zhou Zhixin had always been like this since he was a child. If he felt unwell, he would just take a nap and it would be fine.
Zhou Zhixin took a step forward and walked out with a clanging sound.
Zhou Chunping winked at Zhou Zhigang, signaling him to act quickly.
Zhou Zhigang, with trembling hands, took out a wooden stick as thick as a baby's wrist from under the stove and tiptoed behind Zhou Zhixin.
"Brother, I'm fine. You don't need to send me off." Zhou Zhixin didn't look back, but waved one hand behind his back.
"Zhou Zhigang, don't do it!" Zhou Chunping shouted softly. It's come to this, what's the point of still pretending to be a brother? The only way to get rid of this little bastard and get the money as soon as possible is to kill him.
Zhou Zhigang hardened his heart and raised the wooden stick in his hand to hit Zhou Zhixin on the back of the head.
Zhou Zhixin heard the rustle of the wooden stick behind him and tried to avoid it. Somehow, his hands and feet were weak, and the stick he should have avoided hit him directly on the shoulder.
With a "bang", the stick hit the flesh, making a heart-pounding dull sound.
Zhou Zhixin turned around and looked at Zhou Zhigang, who had a ferocious look on his face, in astonishment. He murmured, "Why?"
Zhou Zhigang was stunned when he saw that his stick missed. He wanted to raise the stick to hit Zhou Zhixin on the head again, but he found that his hand was very weak.
Seeing this, Zhou Chunping snatched the wooden stick from Zhou Zhigang's hand and hit Zhou Zhixin directly on the head.
With a "bang", Zhou Zhixin's body shook and he fell to the ground with his eyes closed.
After a long time, Zhou Zhixin still didn't make any movement. Zhou Zhigang bravely walked over and put a finger under Zhou Zhixin's nostrils to test, but there was no sound.
"Is he dead?" Zhou Chunping asked.
"Looks like he's dead," Zhou Zhigang replied. He'd heard before that the dead don't breathe, and Zhou Zhixin couldn't even make a sound like he was breathing. So, he must be dead, right?
Zhou Zhigang's heart was pounding. Did they kill someone? Did he and his father kill Zhou Zhixin?
"Hmph! If I hadn't told you to put something in the noodles, it would have been really hard to deal with this bastard." Zhou Chunping snorted, feeling a bit smug. With Zhou Zhixin's skills, even if they and his father attacked him together when he was sober, it was unclear whether they could defeat him.
Now, after taking a packet of powder, even the formidable Zhou Zhixin was struck and left powerless. It must be that the noble man was very capable, able to produce something like this.
Zhou Chunping found a large hemp sack that had been used to store food at home and planned to put Zhou Zhixin in it before carrying him out. Although it was night and someone might get up to go to the bathroom, the sack would conceal him and help hide him from others. If anyone asked, he could just say that there were pigs or sheep inside.
Zhou Zhixin was unexpectedly too tall; his nearly 1.80-meter-tall body couldn't fit into the sack. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Chunping was afraid that they wouldn't have enough time, so he asked Zhou Zhigang to carry Zhou Zhixin's body out the door.
"Hurry up." Zhou Chunping walked in front and urged Zhou Zhigang.
"Dad, I can't carry it anymore. Let me rest for a while." Zhou Zhigang panted.
Oh my god! He's so tired! I didn't expect Zhou Zhixin to look fat, but he looked so heavy.
"What's the point of resting? Finish your work quickly and rest early." Zhou Chunping was very dissatisfied with Zhou Zhigang's attitude. What they were doing was not a good thing. Killing people has always been a life-threatening crime. Before entering Widow He's house, every minute they stayed outside was a little more dangerous.
Besides, Zhou Zhiqiang is still guarding Widow He's house! After finishing the job quickly, they can evacuate quickly and leave him alone.
At this time, the moon hid in a dark cloud, as if it couldn't bear to watch the tragedy that had just happened in the world.
The night was dark, and the path beneath their feet was barely discernible. Zhou Chunping, fearing they might run into people from Zhoujia Village if they took the main road, chose a secluded path with Zhou Zhigang. This path skirted a wasteland and was more than half the distance.
The wasteland was covered with patches of wild grass and a few isolated earthen mounds. Walking across the quiet wasteland, Zhou Zhigang felt uneasy. He had a constant feeling that Zhou Zhixin on his back might open his eyes at any moment.
Zhou Zhigang accidentally tripped and fell flat on his face, and Zhou Zhixin on his back didn't know where he fell.
"What's going on?" Zhou Chunping heard the noise behind him and quickly turned around to see what was going on.
"Dad, I fell down." Zhou Zhigang endured the pain and got up.
"Hiss~, I wonder which wicked person scattered so many sharp stones on the road." Zhou Zhigang felt his palms were a little wet. It seemed that his skin was broken by the stones and was bleeding.
"He falls down even when he walks. He's totally useless at this critical moment?" Zhou Chunping muttered, but he didn't dare to scold Zhou Zhigang. Zhou Zhigang was his eldest son, and Zhou Chunping would have to rely on him for his retirement! Besides, the two of them had done something so daunting together, and from now on, they were on the same page.
Zhou Zhigang pretended not to hear Zhou Chunping's words and limped to the side of the road. There was a shallow pit there with a dark human-shaped figure lying in it. It should be Zhou Zhixin.
With Zhou Chunping's help, Zhou Zhigang carried "Zhou Zhixin" on his back and made it to Widow He's house. Perhaps because he had gained strength after the fall, Zhou Zhigang felt that "Zhou Zhixin" on his back was not as heavy as it was at first.
Zhou Chunping and his son pushed open the half-open gate of Widow He's house, and a wooden stick fell from the sky and hit Zhou Chunping, who was walking in front, on the head.
"I'm going to die, it's me." Zhou Chunping cursed. Before entering the house, he forgot that there was still Zhou Zhigang, the one who hit her with a club, in the yard of Widow He's house.
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