Third Child Xia scrambled out of Willow Tree Village, rolling and crawling as he went.
He still held a wooden box in his arms.
His face was deathly pale, his body stiff, which even frightened the tricycle driver considerably.
Third Child Xia regretted coming to Nanshan.
The two scalding hot tablets were one reason; he could imagine what would happen if he took them back.
His second sister-in-law would definitely not want them, so he would have to keep them, but how could he store them, where should he put them?
Should he still offer sacrifices to them?
Throw them away?
He truly didn't dare.
In his youth, he had been fearless, but after turning fifty, he not only cherished his life but also became more timid.
What he had once disbelieved, he now believed.
For instance, that terrifying girl named Song Yunuan.
