"What do you mean?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥
Jia Lanhua, who had been crying with her head down, lifted her head upon hearing Zhang Xiaoshan’s words, her face full of confusion.
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled,
"What I mean is, tonight’s incident never happened. You must never mention anything about tonight. If one day the truth comes to light, you must insist that Wu Yong and Wei Bao were fighting over who would take you first, and in a rage, Wu Yong killed Wei Bao. You had nothing to do with it; you’re just a pitiable victim. Have you got that?"
"But, but will Wu Yong take the blame? He won’t. He will definitely tell the truth to the police."
Jia Lanhua still seemed very panicked.
Zhang Xiaoshan reassured Jia Lanhua,
"No matter what, Wu Yong is involved in a crime today. As long as you don’t mention it, he definitely won’t dare to speak of tonight’s events. Once I dispose of Wei Bao’s corpse at the back mountain, there won’t be any problems. Trust me."
"That bastard Wei Bao doesn’t have any friends in the village. Who would care if he’s dead or not? It’s likely that his parents won’t call the police until several days later. By then, his corpse will have been eaten by wild animals."
Hearing this, Jia Meili’s agitated emotions gradually calmed down.
"Really, will it work?"
Her body trembled, shivering.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s demeanor grew stern as he pinched Jia Lanhua’s chin, speaking in a serious tone,
"We have no other choice but to do this. If you think it won’t work, then I can call the police for you and you can go to prison to atone."
Jia Lanhua immediately grew frantic, speaking to Zhang Xiaoshan with a frightened and humble expression,
"I, I don’t want to go to jail. I, I’ll listen to you."
"Now, clean up the bloodstains on the ground, leave no trace behind, and then take a bath. Burn the clothes you’re wearing."
After instructing Jia Lanhua, Zhang Xiaoshan went to a bedroom on the first floor, took down a bedsheet to wrap Wei Bao’s body, slung it over his shoulder, and then carried the unconscious Wu Yong by the waistband, leaving Wu Damming’s house.
By now, it was deep into the night, and even the moon was absent, the world shrouded in darkness.
Zhang Xiaoshan hastened towards the back mountain. Within ten minutes, he reached the entrance, and then moved another hundred meters inside.
He dumped Wei Bao’s body on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoshan woke the unconscious Wu Yong.
Wu Yong touched his head, bewildered as he got up. Before he could make out his surroundings, Zhang Xiaoshan used the Dragon Spirit Refining God Skill on him.
Jia Lanhua’s worries were valid; Wu Yong would certainly not take the blame. But Zhang Xiaoshan had ways to handle it.
Zhang Xiaoshan altered Wu Yong’s memory, just as he had instructed Jia Lanhua.
Wu Yong and Wei Bao conspired to take advantage of Wu Damming’s absence and have their way with Jia Lanhua, the most beautiful woman of White Dragon Village. They knocked her unconscious, but then Wei Bao and he fought over who would go first, with him accidentally killing Wei Bao in the process.
Seeing Jia Lanhua unconscious, he cleaned up the scene and dumped Wei Bao’s body at the back mountain, attempting to destroy evidence.
The evidence was perfect, without a flaw.
Zhang Xiaoshan left the back mountain first.
A few minutes later, Wu Yong also awoke.
"What happened to me?"
When he saw Wei Bao’s blood-covered corpse on the ground, memories flooded him like a tide.
"I, I’ve committed a murder, I killed Wei Bao."
"No, this must not be known by anyone."
Wu Yong’s face first showed panic, then a ruthless determination. Looking at Wei Bao’s body, he cursed viciously,
"You deserved to die for competing with me for the first turn. Anyway, Jia Lanhua was unconscious then, no one saw me kill you. As long as I take care of your body and Jia Lanhua won’t spread this embarrassing story, then no one will know you died by my hand."
At that moment, the sound of howling wolves rang out from the dark, lush forest, followed by the appearance of more than a dozen red eyes around a hundred meters away, getting closer and closer.
The wolves, out on their nocturnal hunt, had been drawn by the scent of blood.
Seeing over a dozen ferocious wolves, Wu Yong was terrified and took to his heels.
Fortunately, the wolves were preoccupied with Wei Bao’s bloody corpse and did not chase after Wu Yong.
Stimulated by the fresh blood, the pack of wolves began to tear into Wei Bao’s body, their sharp claws and fangs dismembering the corpse in minutes, leaving nothing but a skeleton.
Having run some distance, Wu Yong looked back and the bloody sight terrified him, spurring him to quicken his pace.
Relief washed over him once he burst from the back mountain and could make out the outline of the village.
"Luckily I’m a fast runner."
"Now that’s settled. The wolves have eaten Wei Bao’s body. With the evidence destroyed, no one will trace it back to me."
A smug and relieved smile crossed Wu Yong’s face.
"Wu Yong, what are you doing here?"
Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a large tree, startling Wu Yong so much that his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.