Wang Yongzhu could still seem to smell the stench of blood, his brother's blood!
He couldn't help shivering, forcing himself to stay calm as he walked over to the rock to examine it closely.
Song Chongjin took a few steps closer, pointing to the side of the rock, "Right here, look—"
Wang Yongzhu looked and sure enough, half of the rock still bore the traces of being buried in the soil for years, now dried by the sun and particularly evident.
Wang Yongzhu squinted, taking in a sharp breath of cold air. Who could be so heartless? Who, exactly?
If such a huge rock had hit the head, Wang Yongfu would have probably died on the spot.
However, now was not the time for rage. Be calm! Wang Yongzhu was grateful at that moment, maybe because his feelings for Wang Yongfu were not that deep. Even though he was angry, he had not lost his sense of reason!
