Looking at Zhang Dabao with tears streaming down his face, miserably stumbling with every step, Lu Jingzhi felt like singing a few lines of a song.
Just as she suppressed her exhilarated mood, she found Zhang Dabao collapsed on the other side.
It was the middle of the night.
A feeling of being pulled by the ankle.
It felt as if a dead person's wrist was clutching him.
Zhang Dabao, wearing only one layer of clothing, collapsed on the ground with a puddle of yellow liquid spreading underneath him.
"Let me go, let me go, let me go! Is it you? Did you come to me for revenge?"
"Dandan, I didn't kill you, I didn't bury you, and I didn't abduct you!! If you have a grudge, settle it with the right person. Don't come after me!!"
Lu Jingzhi stopped in her tracks.
Did she hear something incredible?
So he's a murderer?
Dandan.
Such a familiar name.
It quickly flashed through her mind.
Zhang Dabao had three wives: one dead, one insane, and one who fled.
This was the dead one.
