A man with a thin build had his face deathly pale, screaming as he ran toward the village head's house.
A lot of people went out of their house to check, murmuring in puzzlement. Their faces were full of confusion and also worry.
"Who has died?" They all asked each other.
Alas, no one could answer them because the thin man had already disappeared.
Zhou Anran, Aunt Dong, and others fell silent. They all saw several men being urged by their wives to check.
"That man seems to be Old Zhang. He is probably heading to the village head's house to make a report."
"His clothes were wet, did he come from the river or was just passing through it?"
"Shall we check the river?"
Several men instantly split the group into two, one group headed to the village head's house while the rest walked toward the river to check.
Aunt Li shuddered, looking at the direction of the river worriedly. "Did someone drown in the river? Old Zhang must have come there to fetch water."
