Using the method taught to her by Song Yaoyao, Su Haiting made a simple bomb.
These days, she disguised herself very well, deliberately getting close to and ingratiating herself with Zhou Jiuzhen and the others, like a harmless little lamb, and successfully integrated into the mining circle.
She patiently waited for her opportunity, and finally, taking advantage of the large number of people and the chaotic atmosphere in the mining area, she secretly slipped into the mine.
In a dimly lit, secluded corner, she carefully placed the bomb, her eyes gleaming with excitement and madness.
She knew perfectly well that as soon as the mining equipment was turned on and the sparks flew, the bomb would be detonated, and a cataclysmic disaster would befall them.
If those villagers who died tragically learned that the culprit who killed their family members was Ling Huanwu, let's see if they would still fawn over her!
Su Haiting was eager to see how the villagers whom Ling Huanwu had always protected would act.
At this moment, looking at the raging fire before him and hearing the faint cries coming from the high mountains,
A twisted pleasure welled up in Su Haiting's heart.
She felt she had finally gotten her revenge on everyone, even if it meant mutual destruction.
She stood there, letting the flames illuminate her crazed face, like a demon from hell, reveling in the disaster she had orchestrated.
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Ling Huanwu slowly woke up, her head feeling as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, with dull pain radiating from it.
What came into view was a dilapidated wooden shed with a mottled roof, and the noisy voices around her instantly pulled her back to the harsh reality.
Before she could even catch her breath, the door to the house was slammed open, and a group of villagers stormed in menacingly.
The triplets were so frightened by the scene inside that they cried loudly.
The older woman at the head of the group, with disheveled hair and red-rimmed eyes, rushed forward and grabbed Ling Huanwu by the collar, wailing, "It's all your fault! What kind of lousy mine did you find! There were explosives inside! My son was so young, he'll never come back!"
Others joined in the shouting, "That's right, you have to compensate our family members!"
"My son and daughter-in-law are dead, and I have four children to raise. How am I supposed to survive?!"
A cacophony of angry curses overwhelmed Ling Huanwu like a tidal wave.
Someone grabbed her hair and dragged her to the ground, causing her excruciating pain in her scalp.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out and shielded her behind her; it was Song Panmei, who had rushed back to fetch food.
His face flushed red, and he shouted, "Don't be impulsive! This isn't something Huanwu can control! She didn't want this to happen either!"
But the angry villagers were not about to give up. Some of them raised their fists and nearly hit Ling Huanwu.
Song Panmei held her tightly in her arms, like a solid wall, shielding her from those frenzied attacks.
Amid the chaos, Political Commissar Hao finally arrived.
He stood tall and straight, his voice booming, and shouted, "Stop! What are you doing? Isn't it chaotic enough already?"
The villagers paused upon hearing the sound.
Political Commissar Hao glanced around and sternly reprimanded, "The damage has already been done. Will beatings and scoldings solve anything? Go back now, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"
Although the villagers were filled with resentment and pain, they left one after another under the intimidation of Political Commissar Hao.
Political Commissar Hao walked over to Ling Huanwu, looked at her injuries, and sighed: "Xiao Ling, you're pregnant, so take good care of yourself first. Everyone was too heartbroken and too impulsive. Nobody wanted this mine accident to happen, so don't take it to heart."
Ling Huanwu's eyes were vacant, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Political Commissar Hao offered a few more words of comfort before turning and leaving.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Political Commissar Hao led the villagers and soldiers back up the mountain.
The mining area was eerily silent. The fire had been extinguished, but the air was still filled with the pungent smell of burning and the strong smell of gunpowder.
The group carefully searched through the ruins, leaving no corner unchecked.
As the excavation continued, a large hole blasted out came into view.
The cave was a scene of devastation. The quartz mines that had once held such high hopes were completely destroyed. What was even more despairing was that their relatives and comrades-in-arms had been blown to pieces by the immense power of the explosion.
Several elderly women who had struggled to climb the mountain with crutches saw this scene and their legs went weak, collapsing to the ground, their heart-wrenching cries echoing throughout.
"My son, where are you? I can't find you anywhere!"
The other villagers also broke down in tears, their cries echoing through the valley, heartbreaking to witness.
Even the usually tough soldiers had red eyes, with tears welling up in them.
Because countless of their comrades were also among those killed in this explosion.
Ling Huanwu seemed to have lost her soul, stumbling to a place where there was a charred red rope, which she had given to Zhou Jiuzhen.
She held the red rope tightly to her chest.
Finally, her legs gave way and she knelt down, frantically digging into the dark earth with her hands, muttering, "You promised you'd come home, how could you not come home, you lied to me..."
The sound grew fainter and fainter until it was finally drowned out by a louder cry.
Because the villagers, having lost their tempers, once again directed their anger at Ling Huanwu.
Someone pointed at her and cursed, "It's all because of you that our family has been destroyed!"
"Yes, you have to pay with your life for my family!"
The villagers rushed forward and attacked while cursing.
Political Commissar Hao and the soldiers rushed to stop them, forming a human wall, but the crowd was too agitated and the scene almost got out of control.
In the chaos, an out-of-control villager suddenly rushed over and shoved Ling Huanwu to the ground.
Ling Huanwu couldn't dodge in time and her head slammed hard against a nearby rock, causing blood to flow instantly.
Her vision went black, her consciousness gradually faded, and she fainted again.
Ling Huanwu was rushed to a hospital in the city. Her head was wrapped in thick gauze, but blood still seeped out, staining the area red.
The doctors were busy going in and out of the emergency room.
Song Panmei stood guard at the door, her brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on the closed door, her forehead covered in sweat, and her palms sweating as well.
After a series of emergency treatments, Ling Huanwu was temporarily out of danger, but she fell into a semi-comatose state and refused to wake up.
The doctor shook his head helplessly and told Song Panmei that Ling Huanwu was resisting waking up because she could not accept the fact that her husband had died in the explosion.
Song Panmei knew that Ling Huanwu was pregnant with a child, the fruit of her love with Zhou Jiuzhen, and that nothing could happen to her.
He begged the doctor to do something, and the doctor had no choice but to give Ling Huanwu intravenous nutrition to save her and her child's lives.
Days passed by.
Ling Huanwu's belly grew bigger and bigger, and she was close to giving birth.
The doctor found Song Panmei with a serious expression. "If we perform a cesarean section, given her current physical condition, she may not be able to withstand it and could die directly."
“Natural labor might save her life and could even wake her from her coma. You should consider it.”
Song Panmei gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and finally nodded.
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