The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 52 Midnight Terror
Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news can spread like wildfire.

One day later.

Zuo Chihuai, who had been waiting for five years to become a father, finally learned that Lin had miscarried before three months of pregnancy.

At that time, the two waiters of the inn were carrying large baskets of steamed buns and distributing them to everyone from room to room.

After distributing steamed buns to Zuo Chihuai's room, the two went outside and started discussing:
"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't that the last man who took the steamed bun? I bet he still doesn't know his wife miscarried!"

"It's him! He's so burly and rough, unlike the other refined men in the Zuo family. Tell me, what would he do if he knew his wife couldn't have children anymore?"

"What else can we do? If it were me, I would have divorced that woman long ago. When we get to the border town, we can marry a virgin. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Heh, that's a border town! What's most common in a border town? Older bachelors, of course! What innocent young woman would want to marry an exiled convict?"

"Alas! What a tragedy! In the end, it's all that woman's fault for acting so recklessly while pregnant!"

"I heard that there was blood all over the room yesterday, which scared away all the merchants. If our boss hadn't been kind enough to call a doctor, she wouldn't be alive today!"

"Poor thing"

They didn't deliberately lower their voices.

Everyone dining inside heard it clearly and fell silent.

After reflecting on that conversation for a moment, they all looked at Zuo Chihuai with sympathy.

When faced with this situation, no one knew how to comfort him.

Some clansmen disagreed: "If a wife cheats on her husband, who knows whose child is in her belly?"
Zuo Chihuai's reaction seemed to be a beat slower than everyone else's.

He slowly stuffed the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand into his mouth.

It seems they swallowed it without chewing.

He choked so badly that his eyes rolled back, and he almost choked to death.

Even so, he refused to drink water.

I endured that unpleasant feeling.

After that.

He lay on the communal bed all afternoon, his eyes closed, motionless.

There was no anger, no sadness.

There was only endless silence.

The silent Zuo Chihuai finally made a move the next day.

He first begged the officials to take him to visit Lin, who was still recovering from childbirth.

Seeing that the other person was exhausted and as pale as a ghost, he didn't say a word of blame and left silently.

That night.

He pretended to be asleep until 3:00 AM (the second half of the night) before quietly slipping out of the room.

period.

He even evaded the innkeeper's night watchman and the officials, and stole a cleaver from the inn's kitchen.
Two quarters of an hour later.

"Ah, murder! Murder!"

A woman's shrill cry for help shattered the silence of the night.

Gan Minglan, who had just emerged from the space, was so startled that she almost fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

She mentally ranted and complained:

Which guy is so reckless?
A blatant murder?
Fine, kill them if you want, but they even found out!
The She family and others were soon awakened.

Everyone seems to have gotten used to the fact that bad things always happen at night.

Open your eyes and first check if you and the people around you are safe and sound.

Then they inquired about each other's information:

Who was shouting for help just now?

"What's going on?"

"Who killed whom, and who was killed?"

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Gan Minglan had already secured a spot with the best view at the entrance. Three minutes earlier, the innkeeper's night watchman had rushed in with a rolling pin.

She was just marveling at how fierce he was when she saw him quickly retreat.

He was still clutching his arm, wincing in pain.

Tsk, a fish in the pond.

Two night watch officers arrived upon hearing the news, carrying iron rulers; the lanterns they brought illuminated the scene inside.

Upon recognizing the officials, the women inside the house quickly ran behind them and hid.

"Quickly, officer! He killed his wife and Sister Mu too!"

"He's insane, he's a madman."

Just as they were about to report the officials, Zuo Chihuai swiftly grabbed the slowest runner.

"Ah, help me!"

The two officers roared in unison, "Stop! Stop right now!"

Zuo Chihuai, blinded by rage, simply couldn't stop.

His roar was filled with madness and despair:
"Why should I stop? I haven't killed enough yet! They are all executioners who killed my child. I want them all to be buried with my child!"

Don't they all like forcing good women into prostitution? Don't they all like pimping? I'll send them to hell to pimp!

Hahaha. I'll kill this vile woman who's brought shame to our Zuo family first as a sacrifice to our ancestors. Killing one more aunt will break even, and killing the young mistress will be a huge profit."

Lady Lü knelt on the large communal bed, her hair bun firmly held in Zuo Chihuai's left hand.

Zuo Chihua roared as he brandished the cleaver in his right hand at Lu's neck.

His head and face were covered in blood, and he looked extremely ferocious.

Lady Lü was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence of pleading for mercy.

They could only plead for help with their eyes.

Seeing that Zuo Chihuai was very unstable, the officers were afraid that he might accidentally slash Lu's neck, so even with iron rulers in hand, they dared not approach him.

Someone has already invited the oldest member of the Zuo family.

The man was over sixty years old, with gray hair and beard.

Everyone turned their expectant gazes toward him, hoping he could subdue the madman.

When the old man saw the two severed heads of women inside the house, he was so frightened that he fainted!
Zuo Chihuai's expression became even more frantic:
"Hahaha, you don't think that just because you have an uncle scolding me, I'll put down my cleaver and be captured on the spot, do you?"
Now that I've come this far, I have no intention of continuing to live a wretched life.

Hehehe. What's so scary about a death sentence?

I don't want to live this inhuman, ghostly life for even a single day!
Listen up, you accomplices! After I die, I will become a vengeful ghost and come to settle scores with you every day!

The words have not yet fallen.

His cleaver skipped over Lu's neck and landed on her right cheek.

He made a cut that was five fingers long.

Then, he flipped his hand inward and, with all his might, slashed at the carotid artery in his neck.
"what!"

"hiss!"

"Mom!"

Everyone present was stunned by his two stabs.

Then I watched helplessly as the blood on his neck gushed out like flowers falling from the sky.
Don't even mention the vow Zuo Chihua made before he died to become a vengeful ghost.

Those who witnessed his suicide (including the two officials) were terrified and lost their minds.

When Lady Lü saw the deep, bone-revealing knife wound on her face in the bronze mirror, she fainted spectacularly.

After she regained consciousness, the several doctors who came to examine her facial injuries, brought by the officials, all admitted that their medical skills were inadequate.

It not only cannot help her restore her face to its original state.

They even lamented that in this kind of weather, it's questionable whether the incision will scab over properly!

Upon hearing these diagnoses, Ms. Lü was nearly driven mad with anger.
(End of this chapter)