"How did you know..." The woman's eyes widened suddenly, and Fang Zilan's sword slashed down inch by inch, dragging a long blood mark on her body, "How do you think I found Miss Yan'er? I fell asleep. In the mass graves, I saw the miserable deaths of the villagers with my own eyes, how could it be as simple as contracting the plague and dying?"
After listening to her words, Awan understood why there was no blood in the house, and why she took off her coat and threw it into the mass grave when she came up. The blood stains on it were actually those villagers...
"How could it be..." Awan covered her mouth and looked at the woman in disbelief. Her panic-stricken look revealed her guilty conscience. She muttered: "I...we just want to live..."
A Wan said angrily: "You want to live, don't the villagers you killed don't want to live?"
The woman argued weakly: "They don't live long to begin with..."
"Even if they don't live long, it's not up to you to decide whether they live or die." A Wan was so angry that she was shaking all over. "Who do you think you are? Why do you kill them when you ask them to?"
The woman murmured softly, "Why don't we kill a few people so that more people can live?"
"Yes, killing one person is killing, killing ten people is also killing." Fang Zilan said coolly: "What's more, killing is something that happens once and becomes familiar twice. You might as well admit that you just want to kill people. Why do you have to say it so grandly? In order for more people to live? Go underground and ask Lord Hades if he believes this reason? If he believes it, he will let you back, and it won’t be too late for you to argue with us again."
"No, please don't kill me!" The woman knelt in front of Fang Zilan and kowtowed hard several times. "Heng'er is sick and I have to take care of him. When he recovers, you can kill him if you want. I will never Nothing to say."
Fang Zilan looked at her coldly and said in a cold voice: "The life of your child is important, but not that of others? So what if you killed so many people, didn't they all contract the plague in the end? If you had been willing to listen to Yan My daughter might have had a glimmer of hope, but you killed her and destroyed the only way to survive with your own hands."
She said that the plum sword in her hand had already cut through the skin of the woman's neck, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. I never look at the time when I kill, only my mood. I am in a very bad mood right now."
Before she finished speaking, the child she was holding in her hand suddenly started to struggle, "You bad guy, you are not allowed to kill my mother!"
Fang Zilan looked down at him and saw him twisting his body desperately, shouting with red eyes: "Let me go, I will fight with you!"
"Fight?" Fang Zilan looked at him quite amusedly, and loosened his grip a little, "What are you going to fight with me for?"
While she was speaking, the child suddenly turned around and tried to bite her arm. She flicked her wrist and threw him to the ground. He fell so hard that he immediately burst into tears, "You're bullying me!"
"Little pup, what makes you think that I will let you bite me?" Fang Zilan looked down at the child condescendingly, "If I don't kill you, you should be grateful."
"Bah!" the child suddenly spat, "Damn woman, I hate you!"
Fang Zilan's expression grew colder. She knelt down and stared at him closely, asking: "Dead woman? Who taught you to say these three words?"
"No one..." As soon as the child said two words, she grabbed her neck and swallowed the rest of the words alive.
"I don't have much patience, and I am ruthless." Fang Zilan threatened in a deep voice: "If you don't answer properly, you will be much worse than your mother is now."
"My uncle said it." The child said quickly, and Fang Zilan let go of his hand, "Who is your uncle talking about?"
"That's the sister who's sleeping over there." The child pointed her finger carefully. "That sister is very good to me. Not only did she give me sweets, but she also gave me a beautiful silk handkerchief. I don't think she will come out of the house. , wanted to find her, and then heard my uncle talking about her. Is she dead? "
His voice was young and innocent, but his light words made Fang Zilan even more angry, "She is good to you?"
"Yes, I am also very good to that sister." The child said seriously: "I even invited her to our house for dinner, but for some reason, she didn't eat a few bites..."
"Heng'er!" The woman interrupted him in horror, and Fang Zilan understood in her heart, "She fell asleep after just a few bites, didn't she?"
"How did you know?" The child looked curious, but when he saw her sword pointed directly at the woman, he said angrily: "You actually used a child to deceive her and drug her?"
"She is a medical woman. Otherwise, how could we..." Before the woman could finish her quibbles, Fang Zilan cut off her tongue, and blood spurted out of her mouth. The child fainted from fright.
The woman made a whining sound and struggled to move to the child. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she moved her hand away the moment the blood stained his body.
"Don't you want to take care of him? I'll give you a chance." Fang Zilan put away his sword and said coldly: "You tell me how many people are still alive in the village, and I will give you three days. If he recovers after three days, I will kill you and take him out of Linjia Village."
The woman was about to shake her head, but she heard her say: "Or do you want me to kill him right away?" As soon as she finished speaking, the woman quickly made a four with her hand.
Fang Zilan glanced at it, turned to Lin Jian and said: "You take the child in, and then take the remaining four survivors in the village to the mass grave. Awan and I will wait for you there."
Lin Jian hurriedly agreed, then pointed at the woman as if remembering something and said, "What about her?"
"I will only give you half an hour. If I don't see anyone after half an hour, I will smash the porcelain jar containing your brother's ashes." Fang Zilan said with a stern expression, "If you think you have time to take care of her, that's up to you."
After she said that, she casually took the porcelain jar placed on the trolley. Lin Jian opened his mouth but did not make any sound, watching her and Awan leave.
Fang Zilan walked out quickly, and Awan followed her with her head buried in the ground. After walking for a while, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
Hearing the sound, Fang Zilan stopped and turned around, stretched out his hand to rub Awan's head, and lowered his voice and said: "Awan, people's hearts are unpredictable. Are you scared?"
Awan nodded vigorously, raised her hand to grab the hand above her head, and sobbed: "Fang Zilan, how could they... be so cruel..."
"They are cruel, and I will be more cruel than them." Fang Zilan's face was very pale, but her eyes were cold and sharp. "To deal with evil people, you have to be more evil than them."
"You..." Awan couldn't react for a long time, and could only let her pull him to the vicinity of the mass grave. For a while, none of them spoke anymore, standing under the tree silently waiting for Lin Jian to arrive.
In less than half an hour, Lin Jian came with four people in his custody. It was better to say that they were being driven than being escorted. They were so sick that they could not even walk steadily, so they were pushed and pushed by Lin Jian.
Fang Zilan looked at the three men and one woman and asked, "Which of you is the chief security officer?"
