Chen Muxue listened to Mrs. Zhao's pig-like wails, only feeling noise.
Usually, such shrews are the least willing to die. This Mrs. Zhao just happened to act out once, tasted the sweetness, and began to use this trick repeatedly.
"If that's the case, you might as well die." Chen Muxue ignored Mrs. Zhao and walked straight into the yard.
Mrs. Zhao didn't expect this from her, tightened her hand slightly and blood slightly oozed out: "If you go, I'll show you my death!"
The villagers saw the bleeding neck and thought it was bad, exclaiming in horror, but Chen Muxue could see clearly that this was just a skin cut, well away from the main artery. The degree of the wound was like a mosquito bite on the neck, itching so badly that it was scratched open.
Chen Muxue strode to Mrs. Zhao, looked her in the eyes, filled with mockery: "Want me to take a look?"
Mrs. Zhao's face turned dead white. She dared not press further, but then what should she do? Put down the kitchen knife?
