Let me see which unlucky person is here to tell fortunes today

Chai Fei closed his eyes, leaned against the wall and exhaled heavily: "Anchor, I know that what our village has done is unforgivable. Now I just want to ask, did those elderly people who died in the village die of natural causes? If not, was it the wronged spirits of Lingling and Huanhuan who avenged them, or... or was it Sister Qiuyue who came back to avenge her daughter?"

Ji Chu didn't answer directly, she asked: "What do you think?"

They were both silent. At this moment, the sky in the distance suddenly lit up, followed by the deafening sound of firecrackers.

Chen Jun frowned: "It's the direction of the village chief's home. Could it be that the village chief..."

The custom in Yangtou Village is to set off firecrackers when someone in the family dies. These firecrackers are also called "falling air cannons". They are meant to inform the villagers that someone in the family has passed away and to ask everyone to come and help.

"Let's go and take a look!" Chai Fei stood up and pulled Chen Jun towards the village chief's house. Neither of them noticed that on the other road leading to Old Lady Qian's house, there was a figure in white clothes slowly walking towards them.

At this time, the yard of the village chief's house was already full of people. Relying on their tall and strong stature, Chai Fei and Chen Jun quickly squeezed to the front of the crowd.

In the hall, the mat where the corpse was placed was temporarily carried out, and several middle-aged men worked together to lift the gray-haired village chief onto the mat. Next to the mat were the village chief's son and daughter-in-law crying loudly, and on the other side was the grandson who was also crying in grief and anger, holding a set of funeral clothes in his hands.

"The village chief is only 60 years old this year, which means he is more than ten years younger than those old people who passed away. How come... Tsk!" Someone nearby said regretfully.

"Yes, this is the 15th village chief, and I don't know when it will end."

Hearing the discussions of people around him, the string in Chai Fei's head suddenly tightened. He quietly left the crowd and ran to Old Lady Qian's house!

"Brother Fei, where are you going?" Chen Jun asked behind him.

"Do you even need to ask? There were 16 people who agreed to kill Lingling and Huanhuan alive. 14 of them died before this, and the village chief also died tonight. Who do you think is the remaining one?"

"Mrs. Qian?"

"No! Not only Mrs. Qian, but also Zhao Wu!"

"You want to save them?" Chen Jun grabbed Chai Fei with a serious expression.

"Why are you stopping me? Those are two lives!" Seeing that they were almost at Old Lady Qian's house, Chai Fei turned his head with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Brother Fei, I know you are a college student. If you encounter something like this, you will definitely think of asking the police to handle it first. But you don't think about it. Mrs. Qian is over 70 years old this year. Even if she is proven guilty, she will not receive any substantial punishment!"

"Those old people in the village who agreed to let Lingling and Huanhuan be tortured are certainly hateful, but at least they hesitated. Look at old lady Qian, who willingly let her granddaughter die for a little bit of profit. Such a person is not worth saving!"

[Yes, Chen Jun is right, this kind of person is not worth saving! ]

[Before saving people, think about Lingling and Huanhuan who were killed by them. When they were harmed, did they also think about who would save them! ]

Chai Fei paused, and the next second, Zhao Wu in Old Lady Qian's house let out a shrill scream.

The two looked along the collapsed courtyard wall and saw a trail of blood sprayed on the glass. Then Zhao Wu dragged his disabled leg and used his hands and feet to open the door and climb out.

Qiuyue, covered in blood, chased after Zhao Wu with a sharp fruit knife in her hand. When she saw Chai Fei and Chen Jun, she was stunned and the knife in her hand deflected and landed on Zhao Wu's shoulder.

"Qiuyue, Qiuyue, for the sake of our marriage, I beg you to spare me. My mother took the child away, and I know nothing. If you kill her, don't kill me!"

Qiuyue shifted her gaze away from Chai Fei and Chen Jun. She grabbed Zhao Wu's hair and pulled out the fruit knife that was stuck in his shoulder.

A pair of eyes filled with anger and revenge: "You don't know?"

"You sold your daughters for 5 yuan. When you were paying off your creditors, you acted like a wealthy local and treated them to hot pot. Now you're telling me you didn't know your daughters were sold to be slaves. Do you think I believe you?"

Zhao Wu continued to argue: "Qiuyue, I really didn't know. Mom said that the money was saved for her coffin. She didn't say it was the money from selling her daughter. If I knew, I would definitely go and make a scene!"

Qiuyue seemed to have heard a joke: "You are making a fuss because the money is too little, not because they killed your two daughters, right?"

Zhao Wu looked guilty, and he hurriedly explained: "How is that possible? Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Even if I am a jerk, I can't joke about my own bloodline!"

Chen Jun couldn't listen any more, he stepped forward and exposed her directly: "You are talking nonsense, before Old Lady Qian said Lingling and Huanhuan were taken away by Sister Qiuyue, you went to Zhang Dong's house to play cards, I asked you where the two little girls went!"

"What did you say at the time? You said you didn't know where you ran off to play!"

"Later, the villagers noticed that the little girl hadn't come to us to beg for food for a long time, so they asked her a few questions. Only then did Old Lady Qian stammer and say that she was taken away by Sister Qiuyue!"

"That is to say, after your two daughters disappeared, you didn't look for them at the first opportunity."

Zhao Wu panicked after being exposed. He turned around, stared at Chen Jun viciously and cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Push this crazy woman away quickly. If you don't save me, I will die. When that happens, you will be accomplices!"

Chai Fei felt that his desire to save people just now was ridiculous compared to Zhao Wu's hateful face. The last bit of pity for the mother and son in his heart completely disappeared. He pulled Chen Jun over and said coldly.

"As a father and the pillar of the family, you not only failed to shoulder your responsibilities, but also gambled away all the money that Qiuyue's wife sent back from her part-time job. When you saw other children going to kindergarten and Lingling and Huanhuan having to fight with dogs for food when they were hungry, weren't you ashamed?"

Zhao Wu obviously also found that Chai Fei and Chen Jun were not on his side at the moment. He roared wildly, trying to attract other people in the village to help: "That's my child. I can do whatever I want. Why do I need you two idiots to interfere?"

Chai Fei took a deep breath and cursed: "Zhao Wu, you are really hopeless!"

Qiuyue said no more. She pulled Zhao Wu's collar, aimed at his neck, and stabbed him hard.

Blood splattered on Qiuyue's face. Zhao Wu stared with disbelief and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and died.

After confirming that Zhao Wu was dead, Qiuyue slowly stood up from the ground.

To be honest, seeing the murder with their own eyes, Chai Fei and Chen Jun couldn't help but be scared, but they felt in their hearts that Qiuyue would not attack others.

Just as the two men thought, after Qiuyue stood up, not only did she not intend to kill them to silence them, she also bowed deeply to them.

"Thank you for not stopping me!"

"Sister Qiuyue, you..."

Qiuyue smiled sadly: "You want to ask me how I know these things?"