"Alms?" Rong Xiu raised his eyebrows and kicked the man to the ground again.

"You just realized it was charity?" Rong Xiu looked down at the man and sneered, "You wanted to kill us first, I didn't kill you directly because I was in a good mood today!"

He withdrew his foot while cursing, and said indifferently: "When I give you a benefit, you should accept it with gratitude! And you want alms? Bah! I don't owe you anything!"

Hua Yuanzhao was shocked by Rong Xiu's simple and rough way of doing things, and silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

She is a doctor, not a saint. If she sees a sick patient who can be saved, she will save him. But when she encounters those who are seeking death, there is nothing she can do.

What's more, these people originally wanted to harm them!

Li stared at the scene in amazement, his mind gradually becoming dazed.

Could this disease really be a plague? Did this family kill most of the people in Wushan Village?

Oh, Buddha! What a huge sin this is! Even if she were to be reborn as an animal in her next life, she would never be able to pay it back!

After all this trouble, it was already late at night.

The crowd tied the man in the yard, tied Li's hands, and tied the other end of the rope to the pillar under the kitchen shed.

In another room, Daya took the sleeping pills mixed with sugar that Hua Yuanzhao had given her and was sleeping soundly.

Several people stayed in the room all night. In the early morning, just after dawn, Hua Yuanzhao was pushed awake by Fuling.

"Miss, something happened!" Fuling said anxiously.

Everyone ran around for half a day yesterday and were tired so they slept together at night, so they naturally slept soundly.

When Hua Yuanzhao was dragged up by Fuling, Rongxiu was already standing at the door with his arms folded.

"What happened?" Princess Lin'an rubbed her eyes and sat up. She really couldn't stand the straw-covered floor. She tossed and turned until almost dawn before she fell asleep, and she had only dozed off for a short while!

Hua Yuanzhao walked to the door with the help of Fuling, looked in the direction Rongxiu was looking, and was also shocked.

Li's hands were tied to a pillar, and his neck was tied to the rope between his arms and the pillar. He hanged himself alive in an extremely painful and weird way.

Her daughter Daya knelt there, hugging her mother's legs, not even daring to cry out loud.

The man who was tied next to him was still sleeping soundly, snoring loudly.

Shihu strode towards the man and kicked him awake: "Wake up!"

The man was kicked unconscious. When he woke up, he found Li hanging next to him and screamed in fear.

"Don't kill me!" the man shouted in panic, "I really haven't hurt anyone! Please spare me!"

Shihu kicked him again in anger: "Stop yelling! We didn't kill her!"

The man then stopped trembling, looked at Li's miserable condition, and suddenly cursed: "This jinx! He won't settle down even after death!"

"What happened? How did she die?" Shihu pressed the man. He and Li were the only ones staying in the yard last night. Could it be that someone sneaked in and killed someone?

The man looked at Shihu innocently, begging for mercy: "I, I don't know! They are a family of jinxes who have caused so much harm to others. Maybe God couldn't stand it and took her away!"

"My mother didn't hurt anyone!" Daya finally couldn't stand it anymore and cried out, "My parents are not jinxes!"

The man was timid in front of Shihu, but he was rude to such a little girl.

"Hey - how come your family isn't a jinx? If it weren't for your family, how could our village become like this!"

"Your mother deserves to die! Your family should die with the people of our village!" the man shouted righteously.

Daya was so angry that her eyes turned red. She looked around, took out the unburned firewood from the stove, and started to chop the man with it.

The firewood was as thick as a child's arm. When Daya swung it, it was so powerful that the man who was hit screamed.

Shihu had no intention of stopping her and let Daya vent her anger on the man.

The man was in pain from the beating and kept cursing.

"You little jinx! You're relying on someone's support to hit me! Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death later!"

"How long do you think they can protect you? You'll fall into my hands soon! I'm going to kill you!"

Daya's eyes were red and she almost bit her lower lip to bleed. She clenched the wooden stick in her hand and gradually raised her arms.

The wooden stick fell again, hitting the man on the head with a whistling wind, and the man was so scared that he closed his eyes in horror.