Chapter 19 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

The black-haired corpse stared at Li Ang with a bitter look with its only eye. It jumped out of the hall as though it had a spring on the sole of its feet and quickly disappeared into the night after running wildly along the two-car-wide rural road on the left side of the door like lightning.

It could not even be killed by a hand grenade…

Li Ang, who poked his head out from behind the stack of tables and chairs, exhaled, dusted off the wood shavings on him, and stepped out.

Meanwhile, the three villagers, who had played cards together, led the strong men in the village as they rode motorcycles, tricycles, and bicycles along the right side of the road and hurried to the entrance of the assembly hall.

At first glance, the villagers holding flashlights, torches, rakes, pitchforks, billhooks, and even handgonnes had come. However, there was still plenty of deterrence at night.

Poor mountains and dirty waters invited unruly people. Anyone staying in a dangerous place like the Hidden Mountain Village had to fight bravely.

Unfortunately, this kind of bravery was still somewhat useful when fighting for water sources and having an armed confrontation between two villages. However, the black corpse that could not even be penetrated by rifles was basically a road to death.

“Tiechui, where is that thing?”

The strong man who took the lead got down from his motorcycle and waved the handgonne in his hands before asking Li Ang.

Li Ang looked at the villager, who had worrisome power, before he shook his head and said expressionlessly, “Where does the road on the left side lead to?”

Li Ang scanned the strong man, who subconsciously answered, “To the provincial capital.”

Li Ang nodded, stepped forward, straddled the motorcycle of the strong man, stepped on the accelerator, and chased the black corpse along the track.

Feng Tiegen drove the silver-grey Wuling minivan with the lights on along the winding, twisted Panshan Road.

The night was deep and the dense branches that fell from the low mountain walls were like dense fishing nets that shielded the cold moonlight.

Feng Tiegen was going to the county to get a funeral certificate for his mother.

His wife, Zhang Cuifang, was sitting in the passenger seat. She had a thin face, prominent cheekbones, brown hair, heavy makeup on her face, and was leaning against the window while going through short videos.

As she watched a short video, inexplicable laughter and a clamorous soundtrack echoed in the narrow car. Feng Tiegen, who was annoyed by the sound of it, took a deep breath and told his wife, “Can you lower the volume a little?”

Zhang Cuifang pretended not to hear and changed her posture. She continued to scroll down the screen and laugh. The phone’s volume became a little louder.

His anger rising suddenly, Feng Tiegen turned and shouted, “Lower the volume! Didn’t you hear me?”

Zhang Cuifang froze for a moment and looked at her cowardly husband, who was usually timid, in disbelief. “You dare yell at me?”

“So what?” Feng Tiegen clenched his teeth tightly. “Without you, would my mother have died?”

“What are you talking about?” Zhang Cuifang stared at him with a frown, and the whites of her eyes seemed to protrude. “Feng Tiegen, you are really getting increasingly more shameless. Who said that treatment was too expensive? Who said it was too tiring to take care of his mother? And who brought his mother into the bullpen? You went out to play cards, drank too much, and fell asleep, yet you blame me for not giving your mother food?”

Feng Tiegen clenched the steering wheel tightly. The veins popped out on his fingers as though he was going to squeeze the steering wheel until it broke.

“What? You want to beat someone?” Zhang Cuifang glanced at her husband and put her cell phone down slowly. She twisted her body to move into the seat and said with a sneer, “Well, Feng Tiegen… Why was I blind enough to marry a useless coward like you?”

Sarcasm, mockery, all kinds of cutting remarks, and unkind words sputtered out of Zhang Cuifang’s mouth like machine-gun bullets.