"Zhang Yulian is dead, you’re saying Zhang Yulian is dead?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was shocked.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, didn’t you really hate that old woman? Now that she’s dead, why do you look so unhappy?" the bandaged Shen Xinhe asked suspiciously.
Yu Xiuxiu also looked puzzled by Zhang Xiaoshan’s expression.
Realizing he had lost his composure, Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly picked up his dropped backpack, mumbling to himself.
"Regardless, we’re all from the same village. It’s truly shocking and sudden when someone dies."
Yu Xiuxiu didn’t think too much about it and agreed with a sigh.
"Life can be so frail sometimes, just like the autumn leaves. Just a few days ago, Zhang Yulian was hopping around everywhere. Who would have thought she’d die , so suddenly?" The most update n0vels are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
"How exactly did she die?" Zhang Xiaoshan was impatient.
"I heard it from folks in the village. Apparently, she took a large sum of money to the city for Wu Yong’s betrothal. She was scammed and became a bit delirious, got hit by a car while walking on the road, and died instantly. They only brought her body back last night."
"It seems the driver ran off, and they still haven’t found them."
"They’re holding the funeral today. It just so happens, Little Shan, you should go have a look. After all, you and Little Ru did have a thing."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoshan let out a long sigh of relief.
He had thought she might have been so angered that she hanged herself.
If that were the case, wouldn’t he have indirectly been involved in her death? But being hit by a car meant that it couldn’t all be blamed on him.
"Alright, I’ll go have a look."
Zhang Xiaoshan put down his luggage and hurried towards Wu Xiaoru’s home.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the entrance to Wu Xiaoru’s house.
Several Soul Summoning Banners were planted outside the courtyard.
An Onmyoji was chanting sutras.
The courtyard was filled with the younger generation of the Wu family.
Standing outside the courtyard, Zhang Xiaoshan could hear Wu Xiaoru’s heart-wrenching cries.
Wu Yong sat on the threshold with his head lowered, silent.
This time, he lost money and his mother died, which was indeed a severe blow.
In the main hall, Zhang Yulian’s grayish-white photograph was displayed.
Her body lay on the ground, not fully intact after the crash, covered by a white cloth.
Even in death, her eyes were wide open.
Obviously, being scammed out of five hundred thousand had been a devastating loss, and it made her unable to close her eyes in peace.
Zhang Xiaoshan felt a sudden pang of guilt looking at the scene.
If it wasn’t for his scheme against them, perhaps Zhang Yulian wouldn’t have died?
"Husband, don’t overthink it. Everything is cause and effect. You reap what you sow, and it has nothing to do with you," said the voice of Dragon Girl Susu in his head.
"If it were in my world, perhaps a single sentence could bring about the annihilation of a family. This is nothing in comparison. Now that you have begun your cultivation, you must not be soft-hearted, or it will easily breed demons in your heart, which would be detrimental to you."
"I understand," replied Zhang Xiaoshan, pulled back from his guilty conscience.
Initially, Zhang Yulian pressured his sister-in-law into borrowing high-interest loans, almost turning her into a plaything for the beast Wei Bao. The Wu family treated him like a monkey for their amusement. If he hadn’t luckily received the inheritance from the Dragon Girl, perhaps it would be his sister-in-law Yu Xiuxiu lying there, driven to hang herself.
What was wrong with him taking revenge on the Wu family?
Even if Zhang Yulian’s death as a result of being hit by a car was accidental, and even if she really had been angered to the point of hanging herself, what fault was there on Zhang Xiaoshan’s part?
Was Zhang Yulian a good person?
She deserved to die; with her death, the entire White Dragon Village could finally be at peace.
Perhaps, one day when Wu Yong and Wu Xiaoru find out that all of this was Zhang Xiaoshan’s doing and hold a grudge against him, it would be normal. As long as they had the ability to take revenge on Zhang Xiaoshan, then let them come.
"Right, Zhang Yulian brought this upon herself, what does it have to do with me?"
"The wicked shall not die well."
Zhang Xiaoshan quietly affirmed this to himself.
"Enough, Little Ru, don’t cry anymore. Your mom has passed away. Grieve properly, but move on," Wu Damming tried to pull Wu Xiaoru, who was kneeling and weeping inconsolably in front of Zhang Yulian’s body, to her feet.
"Get away from me, you shameless old man, you brazen-faced!" Suddenly, from the side, a man about the same age as Wu Damming, and who bore a strong resemblance to him, charged out.
It was Wu Damming’s brother and Zhang Yulian’s husband, Wu Daqiang.
"Why are you pushing me?" Wu Damming looked displeased at Wu Daqiang.
Wu Daqiang, who had always been meek, finally erupted following the death of his wife.
"You shameless creature, I asked you to look after my wife and children, and you took care of them by taking them to bed?"
"You even mess with your own brother’s wife. Do you even deserve to be the village chief, the Clan Leader?"
"What are you talking about? Things aren’t what you think, you’re misunderstanding," Wu Damming clumsily defended himself.
With the whole village present, Wu Damming, as the village chief, couldn’t save face after Wu Daqiang’s accusation.
But Wu Daqiang didn’t leave Wu Damming any dignity.
"Misunderstanding? Pah!" Wu Daqiang spat right in Wu Damming’s face and scolded, pointing his finger at his nose.
"Last time, so many people saw it with their own eyes, do you dare say it was a misunderstanding? What about this time when you accompanied my wife to the city, what’s that about?"
"Do you dare say you didn’t sleep with my wife?"
"Also, when you were together, my wife and son were scammed out of five hundred thousand. Don’t you bear any responsibility?" Wu Yong joined and said.
"It was you, Uncle, who insisted I give the money to Shi Yue. And that night, you stayed at the hotel with my mom. You must have slept with her."
"What, you spent a night at the hotel with Yulian?" Wu Daqiang exploded, swinging a punch towards Wu Damming’s nose.
"You shameless old bastard, I’ll kill you!"
"Ah, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, Daqiang, don’t go crazy," Wu Damming exclaimed, covering his bleeding nose.