Cen Dongsheng and the others planned to leave the village for good.
Before that, they had one final matter to resolve.
"Let's go meet the village secretary."
...
They took the initiative to visit, and Jiang Dafu came out to greet them, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Teachers, what brings you here?"
He seemed genuinely surprised and a little puzzled, carefully studying their faces.
"Someone died in our house."
Song Yutang's words were blunt.
"...…"
Jiang Dafu froze, his face suddenly turning deathly pale.
"A family of three, from the couple to their child, were all sealed inside the walls. Whoever did such a thing is truly deranged."
"You... you all..."
Jiang Dafu's voice trembled, and he instinctively stepped back, gripping the doorframe for support.
His reaction said more than words ever could.
"It seems you're surprised we're still alive," Cen Dongsheng said calmly. "Does everyone sent into that house end up dead?"
"No... that's not what I mean... spare me..."
