I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 323: They killed the lady!

Then, with a look of fear and urgency on his face, he turned to look at Old Fu and asked in a trembling voice.

"Dr. Fu, what should we do? They killed Madam!"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and the village chief was quickly carried over by the villagers in a rattan chair, appearing before Fang Xiaoxiao and her group.

The village chief's face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost all color in the moonlight.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his faint breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

The dilapidated rattan chair creaked and groaned amidst the villagers' frantic footsteps, as if telling the story of this sudden disaster.

When the effeminate man, his voice trembling with tears and his face filled with panic, questioned Old Fu, the villagers who had hurriedly carried the village chief into the house also turned their gazes to the shrew lying motionless on the ground.

In an instant, everyone was filled with extreme anger, and the flames of that anger seemed capable of setting the entire room ablaze.

Especially when they heard the effeminate man's shrill voice say that Fang Xiaoxiao and her gang had murdered the shrew, the anger in people's hearts was like a bucket of hot oil being poured on it, and it blazed up completely.

Their eyes were wide open, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and their faces were flushed red with anger, distorted beyond recognition.

"Burn them! These heartless bastards, we can't let them get away like this!"

A burly man waved his thick arms and roared loudly, his voice like thunder, making the room tremble slightly.

"Yes, they must pay for their crimes in blood and avenge that shrew!"

An old woman with a wrinkled face gritted her teeth and echoed, her withered lips trembling incessantly.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of angry shouts, one after another, creating a raging storm that filled the entire room, threatening to rip off the roof and collapse the walls.

Just then, the old village chief, who was barely breathing and on the verge of death, mustered his last bit of strength, gasped for breath, and shouted hoarsely.

"Quiet, everyone!"

Although his voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, almost inaudible, it carried an irresistible authority accumulated over many years.

The crowd fell silent instantly at the shout, each one trembling with fear, and all turned to look at the village chief.

The old village chief's chest heaved violently, each breath seeming so difficult. He struggled to raise his trembling hand and spoke to Old Fu in an almost commanding tone.

"Take my medical attention first!"

Only then did everyone realize that the village chief's condition was urgent, so they nodded repeatedly and anxiously urged Old Fu to hurry up.

"Quickly, Dr. Fu, check on the village chief first! The village chief absolutely cannot be in any danger!"

Old Fu glanced casually at the dying village chief, his face showing no sign of tension or concern. Instead, he spoke in an extremely cold tone.

"The village chief is beyond saving. Prepare for his funeral."

His voice was cold and devoid of warmth, as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

His words astonished all the villagers present. The once quiet house erupted in chaos again, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Doctor Fu, how could you say such a thing!"

A young, strong villager stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, veins bulging on his forehead.

"That's right, what kind of nonsense is this? We've taken good care of you all along, how can you just stand by and watch you die!"

An old man stomped his cane on the ground, his beard trembling with anger.

"Old Fu, you can't be ungrateful! If it weren't for our Flower Language Village taking you in, would you be where you are today?"

A middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke, her shrill voice echoing in the room.

Accusations and insults rose and fell, and the crowd surrounded Lao Fu, their angry faces appearing particularly distorted in the dim light.

At this moment, Old Fu remained expressionless. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. He crossed his arms and coldly watched the angry villagers.

His eyes revealed a coldness and disgust, as if the people in front of him were not his former fellow villagers, but a group of complete strangers.

The room was filled with tension and anger, and the dim oil lamp flickered in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

The cold moonlight streaming through the window cast a chilling glow on the ground, adding a touch of gloom to the chaotic scene.

Faced with the overwhelming accusations from the villagers, Old Fu remained completely unmoved, as if those vicious words were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

He even brazenly raised his head and burst into wild laughter, a sharp and shrill laugh that echoed in the cramped space like a sinister howl from the underworld.

After laughing, a cruel smile appeared on his lips as he spoke viciously.

"Hmph, not only is the village chief beyond saving, but everyone in Flower Language Village is doomed! You're all going to hell!"

The villagers were all bewildered and at a loss when they heard his inexplicable and seemingly insane words.

After a brief silence, their anger was reignited, and their curses grew even more intense, their angry faces contorted with rage.

"You heartless lunatic, you're a complete psychopath!"

A burly villager brandished his fist, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Why doesn't God take you away, you heartless wretch!"

An elderly man with gray hair was trembling with anger, pounding the ground with his cane.

Fang Xiaoxiao stood aside, arms crossed, expressionless, like a detached bystander watching the farce unfold, a hint of doubt and wariness occasionally flashing in her eyes.

However, the effeminate man was still completely bewildered. His small eyes blinked in terror, and the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably with extreme fear.

He cautiously approached Old Fu, and asked in a trembling, tentative tone, his voice barely audible.

"Dr. Fu, what... what exactly happened? Please... please don't scare me."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Fu's face instantly turned ferocious, his eyes bloodshot, like a maddened beast.

Suddenly, he pulled a gleaming, incredibly sharp knife from his sleeve with lightning speed and stabbed it fiercely into the effeminate man's chest without hesitation.

The effeminate man's eyes widened instantly, like copper bells, filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

His mouth was wide open, trying to let out a painful scream, but he could only squeeze out a "gurgling" sound from his throat, and blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring.