If he hadn't come here, Zhao Qing wouldn't have died here.
In a way, he was indirectly responsible for Zhao Qing's death.
Arriving at the courtyard gate, he saw a body lying not far away. The face had lost all color, the body was stiff, and the blood at the corner of the mouth had already dried up. Rage surged in Xiao Qiang's heart again.
He approached and noted that Zhao Qing's mouth was slightly open as if he wanted to say something before he died, but couldn't. A fly was crawling on the lifeless pupil of the corpse. Xiao Qiang shooed the fly away and gently closed his eyes and mouth. But as soon as he let go, the eyes and mouth opened again, as if Zhao Qing died unwillingly.
Xiao Qiang was filled with self-reproach. If he hadn't insisted on going to Zhao Qing's house, this tragedy wouldn't have occurred. He pledged silently that he would make sure the man in black and Huai Nanzi received the punishment they deserved!
