Hearing Zhao Xiaoqian say that Butcher Zhou died, I was stunned on the side.

I can't figure out why Butcher Zhou died like this? If the woman in the blood coffin was going to go berserk, why didn't she go mad on the spot, or kill Zhou's butcher that night?

With a lot of questions, Zhao Xiaoqian and I went to Zhoujia Village again.

When Zhao Xiaoqian and I came to the gate of Butcher Zhou's courtyard again, we found that this place had become different from before.

Although Butcher Zhou has been killing pigs for more than 20 years and has endless murderous aura on his body, it does not affect his life, because this is his way and his creation.

But now the room is full of dead air, making it difficult to breathe. People feel depressed because of the existence of these dead airs.

"Jiang Xing, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? ”

Zhao Xiaoqian, who was looking at me frowning and straining her face, thought that I had something, and immediately asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little sad, it can be said that Butcher Zhou's death has a lot to do with me."

Before we could say a word, a woman with a stick ran towards us, looking at the posture with the intention of killing us. Now that she is in a state of sadness, Zhao Xiaoqian and I can only try our best to avoid her stick and run around.

"You who have suffered a thousand cuts, hurry up and return my man! If you hadn't asked him to order some rotten coffin, how could he have died so early! Woo-woo-"

The woman wept and cursed, and looked desolate.

Suddenly, I didn't run anymore, I just stood where I was.

I thought, if giving her a beating would make her comfortable, then I had nothing to say.

After Zhao Xiaoqian found out that I stopped, she stopped running and stood beside me, seemingly making the same decision as me.

The woman who had caught up with us, seeing that we were not running, suddenly started a fire, raised her stick, and was about to strike at me.

I must have closed my eyes in my heart, waiting for the verdict of fate. I think if God must take me, I can't escape, this is also my way, my creation.

"Mother-"

Two mixed crying children's voices sounded, and the woman's stick hanging in the air stopped silently.

"Why did you come to him! Woo-woo-"

"Bang-"

Hearing this, I opened my eyes. He saw the stick that had been in the woman's hand, and it had fallen to the ground. At the same time, the woman sat down on the ground and began to weep.

Looking at the two children who were also crying not far away, one