Zhou Dajun had been carrying a heavy heart since the day he committed that unspeakable atrocity, fearing that Wufu and the others would come seeking revenge. That very night, he even dreamed that his aunt had become a vengeful ghost calling for his life, which terrified him so much that he dared not close his eyes to sleep.
It was not until yesterday when Madam Lu brought news that the aunt was not only alive but had also moved away from Wozi Village with Wufu, their whereabouts unknown. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the whole ordeal might have passed.
Nevertheless, to be safe, he decided to stay at his uncle's house for a few more days to let the situation cool off before he would consider his next step.
Living at his uncle's place, with plenty to eat and drink, was no worse than being at home, and without any chores to do, Zhou Dajun was naturally more than willing.
