The Hu Residence was surrounded by houses that were about two stories high. Most of the houses were of the same style. They were surrounded by high walls and sealed iron doors. It looked dark and damp.
The roadside of the Hu family's house had been cordoned off. When the incident had just happened, there were more people surrounding it. It had been a few hours now, and it was already dinner time, so there were not many people left.
Moreover, because they heard that this family had died a tragic death, the neighbors were afraid that they would be unlucky at this time.
"What a sin. He didn't even let the elderly and children off. That Qiang Zi is really something. To think that Old Man Hu treated him so well and treated him like his own grandson…"
When Jing Yunzhao arrived, there were still a few people around. An old lady wiped her tears and said sadly,"
