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As the sky darkened, Zhang Hao could no longer hold himself back.

He got up and left the house, feeling his way to the grounds of Sis Xiang's house.

From a distance, he could see that the thatched cottage was lit up.

It seems like Sis Xiang is waiting for him, he thought happily.

When he reached the thatched cottage, he pushed open the wooden door. An oil lamp was lit on the table.

There were also a few side dishes and a bottle of white wine, but there were few people on the chairs.

Zhang Hao was curious. Where's Sis Xiang?

He looked around and saw a person lying on the bed with a blanket over his head.

"Sis Xiang, why didn't you wait for me? Why did you get into bed by yourself?"

Zhang Hao teased.

But Sis Xiang ignored him.

Zhang Hao thought, could it be that Sis Xiang is shy?

He snickered and blew out the oil lamp on the table, tiptoeing to the bedside.

"Sis Xiang, I'm here."

As he spoke, he reached into the blanket.

Zhang Hao thought he was touching Elder Sis Xiang's hot and delicate body, but to his surprise, the skin he was touching was covered in clothes.

What made him most curious was that his hands also felt sticky and greasy.

"Elder sister Xiang?"

Zhang Hao whispered her name, but no one answered.

He felt a strange panic in his heart. He quickly lifted the quilt and a pungent smell wafted over.

People in the village would often slaughter cattle or kill chickens. Zhang Hao could immediately tell that this was the pungent smell of blood.

His mind went blank and he subconsciously lit the oil lamp.

Under the illumination of the lamplight, Zhang Hao's hands were drenched in blood.

He jumped in fright and turned around with a sobbing tone, "Sis Xiang!"

In Zhang Hao's opinion, since it was Sister Xiang who called him to the thatched cottage, then the one lying on the bed must be Sister Xiang.

But what made him pale with fright was that the one lying on the bed was the big brother!

The big brother's face was pale, and his face and body were covered in blood.

There was a big hole on his head, and the blood was coming from that hole.

Zhang Hao suddenly felt cold on his hands and feet and was at a loss of what to do.

"This... "What's going on?"

'Wasn't it elder sister Xiang who called me to have a reunion? Why is Brother Zhuang lying on the bed? Why does he look so miserable? '0

Trembling, he reached out his hand and, imitating the television, placed it under the beefy man's nose.

There was no more air!

Zhang Hao panicked even more.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Big Might is probably getting anxious."

"He's been getting annoyed recently, so we'll accompany him for a few drinks."

The straw hut's door was pushed open, and Wu Yu and two villagers walked in together.

When they saw Zhang Hao standing in the room, they were stunned.

"Zhang Hao, why are you doing this?" Wu Yu asked curiously.

Then their eyes fell on the strong man on the bed.

"Dazhuang, what happened to you?"

The three of them turned pale with fright and quickly went up to check on Dazhuang.

"Dazhuang is dead!"

A villager exclaimed.

Another villager looked at Zhang Hao, "It was you brat who did it, right?! The woman you seduced Big Brother with, you actually dared to do this to him! "

At such a time and place, the robust brother was lying on the bed and dying, and Zhang Hao's hands were covered in blood.

It could be said that he couldn't even explain it with a hundred mouths.

"It wasn't me who did it, it really wasn't me!"

he shouted.

"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?"

"That's right. Let's capture this little bastard first."

Wu Yu looked at Zhang Hao and whispered, "Run!"

Hearing his words, Zhang Hao subconsciously opened the door and ran outside.

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