The village chief was quite pleased with himself. He originally wanted to force Tang Shuhui into a room, but his wife was home, which made it awkward. After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigresses. The village chief might be imposing outside, but at home, he's still afraid of his wife.
"Take them away for me!"
As Liu Chen was leaving, he quietly picked up a shovel from the ground and slipped it into his clothes.
"Liu Chen!"
Tang Shuhui's eyes filled with tears. If they really died this time, it would be her fault.
"Liu Chen, I'm sorry!" Tang Shuhui cried out.
"It's okay, trust me." Liu Chen gave her a determined look, telling her not to worry.
Tang Shuhui continued to cry, but Liu Chen felt that it wasn't a hopeless situation just yet. To be honest, with some effort, he could probably break these ropes.
The village chief's wife indeed was vicious. He intended to bury the two of them in a pit at the back of the abandoned graveyard, and she followed right behind him.
