Song Qi was betting that if his guess was correct and more than half of what Wang's sister-in-law said was true, Mr. Zhao would want to take revenge.
These people were regarded by Mr. Zhao as blocking his revenge.
Song Qi's heart froze when he thought of this. It took more than a dozen people to die before he realized that the price was really immeasurable.
When the players saw Song Qi following Mr. Zhao, they hesitated for a while and then chased after him.
They still didn't understand why they didn't stop Mr. Zhao, but instead allowed him to get further and further away from the cemetery.
"Are you sure?" Wu Dongfengyun asked Song Qi.
"Eighty percent."
Wu Dongfengyun breathed a sigh of relief, 80%, that's about it.
Mr. Zhao arrived all the way to the village. The group of people who had fled back to the village fell to the ground when they saw Mr. Zhao coming.
Some people tried to stop him, but they all ended up like the village chief, with their skulls flying off with a slap from Mr. Zhao.
The players followed and watched. If they didn't have golden fingers and weapons, the fate of the villagers would be theirs.
"What on earth does he want to do?" The player looked in horror.
"Revenge." Song Qi glanced at them, "Didn't I tell you about the Zhao family before? The cause of Mr. Zhao's death is suspicious, and his children are unfilial."
In addition, Mrs. Zhao's son wanted to open the coffin and expose Mr. Zhao to death.
But he didn't expect that Mr. Zhao, a zombie, was not afraid of the sun.
Mr. Zhao went in without any obstruction. Seeing him like this, Song Qi's heart dropped.
His guess was correct, Mr. Zhao was also heading in the direction of the Zhao family.
The Zhao siblings fled, and the group of people playing the suona and carrying the coffin surrounded them.
"You two have to pay for this. You didn't say anything so evil when you called us here!"
"I will compensate you, I will compensate you." Mr. Zhao's son hurriedly promised.
After hearing his assurance, the faces of the group looked better.
The door of Zhao's house was kicked open with a bang, and Mrs. Zhao appeared at the door.
"Ah!" Mrs. Zhao's daughter gave a short scream and stared at the person at the door with wide eyes.
Mrs. Zhao's son's legs were also trembling. Those who were playing the suona and carrying the coffin dispersed in an instant and ran faster than anyone else. Mr. Zhao did not hurt them, but just looked straight at his children.
"Dad..." Mrs. Zhao's son kept retreating, and his sister also grabbed her brother's arm, shaking him into a sieve.
The players who followed looked on with indifferent eyes.
How should I put it, these two people probably deserved it.
People have to take one breath of life. If Old Mrs. Zhao cannot swallow this breath, I am afraid it will not be easy to bury him.
Old Mrs. Zhao jumped over step by step, standing straight and looking fierce.
Mrs. Zhao's son felt something cold down there. When he looked down, he realized that he had been frightened to the point of peeing.
"Dad." Mrs. Zhao's son pushed his sister forward, "My sister asked me to do this. She was the one who encouraged me. I don't want to kill you."
"What are you doing!" Mrs. Zhao's daughter struggled desperately and ran away from her brother's hands.
"It was clearly agreed between the two of us at the beginning. Don't even think about picking yourself out. If I die, you will die too!"
The woman looked at her brother with hatred. They had all discussed and decided together before. Why was everything being thrown at her head now? She didn't recognize it!
