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At that moment, hiding outside the window, Wang Zhao never expected that the gossip would come back to bite him.
He had changed his name; what was it again? Oh right, Wang Zhao! What was going on with him?
Hey, I don’t know if this guy is lucky or if his ancestors are smiling down on him, but he’s really making a name for himself in town. I heard he’s secretly collecting old items—things that can be traded for food, tickets, or even cash. At first, I didn’t believe it and just gathered some old stuff to send him. Guess what? He actually gave me money!
Chen Mazi chuckled smugly as he recounted this.
So how much did you get?
Hearing Wang Xiuli’s question, Chen Mazi immediately became wary.
Not much, but I’ve figured out a way to make more!
There are quite a few old graves along the mountain road from our village to town, heh heh heh!
The man continued to smirk, his face contorting in a way that made Wang Xiuli shiver with unease.
Wang Zhao listened intently from outside the window. The old graves Chen Mazi mentioned must be the same ones where he and Yu Suihuan had encountered Heng Er and Yuan Er before.
You’re not actually thinking of digging up graves, are you?
Wang Xiuli’s tone was laced with disdain and even disgust.
Perhaps her tone struck a nerve with Chen Mazi; he suddenly stood up and slapped Wang Xiuli hard.
Men who work the fields often have great strength.
The slap left Wang Xiuli dizzy, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Are you out of your mind?
Wang Xiuli screamed hoarsely as she grabbed a pillow from behind her and threw it at the man.
You’re just a filthy whore; how dare you look down on me?
As he spoke, the man lunged at her, tearing at her clothes.
Soon after, the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and desperate screams.
Human nature is so ugly. Wang Zhao felt as if his legs were frozen in place in the snow, unable to move an inch.
The biting cold wind whipped around him like countless razor blades, slicing into his face painfully.
After a few moments, the room fell silent.
"Get lost as soon as you're done!" Wang Xiuli's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.
"Damn it, you little slut, are you itching for more?" The man cursed while pulling up his pants. "Hmph, with your skills, you think you can charge for this? It’s over in just a few minutes. Is that worth your one dollar?"
Wang Xiuli shot back with her words, finding solace in her sarcasm.
Slap! Slap!
The woman received a few more blows to her face, instantly leaving it swollen and bruised.
"Bah!" She spat out a mouthful of blood, defiantly lifting her chin in contempt. "Is that all you've got? If you've got the guts, kill me, you cripple!"
"You want to die?"
The man swung his arm back, ready to strike hard again, but the woman suddenly revealed a smile and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Liu Yiqiang is coming!"
"What?"
The man was instantly thrown into a panic. He grabbed his coat and rushed out of the courtyard without looking back, his demeanor utterly disheveled.
"Hahaha! Coward! You really are useless!" Wang Xiuli's laughter rang out clear and bright, yet it carried an underlying sorrow.
Wang Zhao sighed softly. "Those who are pitiful must have their own faults."
He pulled out a few bills from his pocket, rolled them up, and stuffed them through a hole he had poked in the window.
Then he turned and leaped over the courtyard wall.
"Hey! Who's that? Bringing me money? Don't go! Come in and have some fun!"
The woman's voice shifted from its earlier sorrowful tone to one that was sultry and seductive. Wang Zhao did not look back; he simply returned to the village.
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