For a moment, the village chief's mind was flooded with chaotic thoughts, so disordered that even he couldn't discern what he was thinking.
All he could hear was Ms.Qian sobbing, "Chief, when my husband returns, how will I explain to him that Zhou Yin doesn't even have a corpse?"
That sentence struck the village chief like a bolt, clearing his confusion in an instant. Who said Zhou Yin did not have a corpse?
The person Zhou SiLang had carried back must have been Zhou Yin. Even though the man's face was marred, how could they not recognize someone they had just seen the day before?
But that Zhou Yin had been identified by government officials as a bandit; this one, however, was a man killed by bandits...
The village chief's face looked like he wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. Instead, he could only say to Zhou Xi and Manbao, "Quickly stop your mother from crying; the officials are still here."
