Wang Yao did not speak for a long time after hearing the news. There was still someone dying because of this incident.
"This is what you do?" Wang Yao spoke to the old man who had not died.
The old man had a disease. Additionally, the previous night, Wang Yao's punch had seriously injured him. He had tenaciously survived because Wang Yao transfused his Qi into his body.
The problem in the village had not been resolved. Plus, there could still be residual insects. Wang Yao wanted to be spared from unnecessary troubles by leaving him his life. Of course, it depended on whether the old man would cooperate.
"At this age, even sleeping to death is a relief," Huang Zhicheng said.
"Retract those insects," Wang Yao said with a sigh.
"All those that can be retracted have already been retracted," Huang Zhicheng said. "The rest have flown far away."
In his position, he was unsure. He could not avenge himself.
