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As the day began, Li Xiuzhen's face was clouded with gloom.
"What's wrong? Are you tired?" Wang Jianjun asked with concern, handing her a glass of water.
"You have no idea! I'm furious! Today, when I came down from work, I ran into Wang Sister. She told me that Hei Dou Niang has been spreading rumors that we are responsible for her son's death. She even said that she would haunt us as a ghost!"
"Hey, don’t get upset. Let her say what she wants. A clear conscience fears no accusation! The eyes of the people are sharp!"
While that was true, she continued, "But she said she would hang herself at our doorstep and haunt us! It's already troublesome enough living here at Yu Suihuan. Yesterday, I felt terrible for dirtying their yard. If she hangs herself at our door, how will that family ever live here again? Jianjun, what should we do? Now that Hei Dou Niang has made her threats public, who would dare rent us a place? She's trying to drive us to our doom!"
Li Xiuzhen had always seemed like a strong woman to Wang Jianjun, capable of handling anything on her own. Yet now, her eyes were red as she began to cry softly.
Wang Jianjun's heart ached even more; he felt responsible for this situation. Why was it so hard just to be a decent person? One family's misfortune had brought unrest to another.
"Li Xiuzhen, don’t worry. I’ll think of a way to handle this!"
Wang Jianjun gently rubbed her back, feeling a newfound determination rising within him.
"What can you possibly do? Woe is me!" she sobbed.
Good people are often taken advantage of, and good horses are ridden hard. For the sake of his wife and children, Wang Jianjun resolved to become the villain.
As night fell and silence enveloped the house, Wang Jianjun found it hard to sleep. He looked at his wife and two lovely children sleeping peacefully beside him and thought about how happy they could have been if he hadn’t meddled in affairs that didn’t concern him.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushed Li Xiuzhen's hair away from her forehead.
She seemed to sense someone touching her and turned over before drifting back into slumber, her soft snores filling the room.
Wang Jianjun smiled; his big wife was truly something—she could eat and sleep well and was exceptionally capable.
He gently kissed her cheek and then planted kisses on their children's faces before quietly getting out of bed.
The moment he sat in his wheelchair, his expression changed; it was filled with murderous intent.
From a small cloth bag under the cabinet, he retrieved the rope and knife he had prepared in advance.
With the moonlight guiding him, Wang Jianjun wheeled himself over to Hei Dou's house.
He was light on his feet; having often accompanied Yang Qinghe on hunting trips in the mountains before, he had some skills under his belt.
Using the support of the wheelchair, he slipped the knife through the door crack and slowly nudged the latch open before silently entering the inner room.
At that moment, on the heated bed inside the room, Hei Dou Die and Hei Dou Niang were sleeping soundly.
Wang Jianjun crawled on the floor and reached the edge of the bed. With a knife clenched in his mouth, he struggled to prop himself up, aiming for Hei Dou Die's neck. In a swift motion, he struck down with the knife, executing the action with remarkable precision.
Blood gushed forth from Hei Dou Die as if a valve had been opened, spraying everywhere. Wang Jianjun paid no mind to anything else; he quickly tied a knot with the rope in his hand and directly looped it around Hei Dou Niang's neck.
This knot was no ordinary knot; one end was held tightly by Wang Jianjun, while the other end tightened with every movement Hei Dou Niang made. The more she struggled, the tighter it became.
Blood from Hei Dou Die sprayed like rain, splattering onto Hei Dou Niang's face. In her dream, it felt like it was raining, but she couldn't understand why this rain smelled so foul.
Irritated, she opened her eyes and was stunned by the scene before her. She saw Hei Dou Die with his mouth agape, his neck slashed open, revealing stark white bones, and blood continuing to pour out from the wound.
Ah!
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