Squinting eyes, crooked mouths, and disproportionate features made these silent and skinny villagers look very strange.
But the strangest thing was that among these people, there wasn't a single female villager.
Except for the village chief's granddaughter, everyone who appeared was male.
The villagers carefully twisted Cheng Zhipeng's head back and closed his eyes, placing him on a wooden board.
Tian Dawei was clamoring to leave and call the police, He Miao was trembling while holding a dog, Chen Qingshan kept sighing, Sun Liang frowned without saying a word, and Tong Li was crying her heart out. Yet, Cheng Zhipeng, who was already dead, lay there rather peacefully.
The Old Village Chief looked at Cheng Zhipeng's body with a complex expression before turning around and entering the house.
Li Mu glanced at the Old Village Chief, then turned back, nodded to Bai Yanliang and the others, and followed him inside.
