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Da Xiong's fatal wound was on his neck, and it looked as if he had been bitten by a wild beast. Because at the throat, a large chunk of flesh and blood was forcibly torn off.

Because of the rain, the huge wound had already become somewhat pale.

However, it was also because of the rain that one could clearly see the traces of water around the wound.

Those traces... It looked like it had been pulled out by someone's fingers.

However … This shouldn't be possible. For a human's palm to forcibly tear away the flesh and blood in their throat, wasn't this a bit too ridiculous?

Last night, Da Xiong descended the mountain due to extreme fear, but his physical strength is better than mine, which means that his speed down the mountain should be faster than mine.

Furthermore, I came down the mountain even later than him. Then, why didn't Da Xiong return home, and instead died here?

Furthermore … Da Xiong's screams came only after we went down the mountain. In other words, when we went down the mountain, Da Xiong wasn't dead yet.

Then, what did Da Xiong do in this period of time?

And there was also the scream Da Xiong had made last night. It was twisted because of fear and pain, and the scream had lasted for a very long time.

In other words, this piece of flesh could have been slowly torn off, and not instantly torn apart like a wild beast.

If this piece of flesh was completely torn off, even if one didn't die immediately, it would be very difficult for one to make a sound …

As I was recalling the details of last night, I suddenly noticed the corpse's hand.

There were faint traces of blood on Da Xiong's right hand. Perhaps it was because he was slightly clenching his fist, but blood could still be seen on his palm.

At the same time... I saw that Da Xiong was holding something in his hand.

Seeing that kind of thing at the same time, I felt a little sick, but more of a shock.

How could this be possible … How could this be possible …

Currently, what Da Xiong was grabbing with his hand was a piece of meat that had already turned white...

In other words, the piece of flesh on his neck had been torn off by himself!

My pupils contracted. Originally, I was already feeling dizzy from the fever. At this moment, my head was buzzing even more.

This situation has almost exceeded my knowledge range. Just what is going on …

I even thought that my fever was too severe and that I was hallucinating.

What happened last night after Da Xiong left the mountain? What did he see when he was going to rape me? What did he see that frightened him?

Had he seen the same thing as me, only I had escaped and he had not?

Or did my adoptive father protect me? Had the adoptive father really lost his temper and turned into something?

At this moment, the previously dizzy head became even more confused. At this moment, the woman who was sitting on the ground crying suddenly stood up with a shaky body and a sorrowful face.

Da Xiong was the only son of the family, and it wasn't easy for his father to be pulled over by his mother.

So I could understand this woman's sadness. Looking at this woman struggle to stand up, I felt an indescribable guilt in my heart.

If I had heard that scream last night and could have gone over to take a look, would it have... What can it change?

"Did you see Da Xiong last night?"

Da Xiong's mother's voice was hoarse, his emotions could not be heard.

"Yes."

Because of my illness and exhaustion, my face had turned pale, and my voice wasn't loud either.

"Pah!"

I didn't expect that the moment I said the word 'me', the woman in front of me would slap my face without saying a word.

He had clearly been unable to stand steadily just a moment ago, but now, this slap was filled with strength. A crisp sound echoed in the surroundings.

This slap changed my expression. Why … Why did you hit me?

"Did you kill Da Xiong?"

This woman asked me. Her eyes were cold, and her voice was hoarse and cold.

"None... "I didn't, why would I harm him …"

There was still some sympathy for the person in front of me, and at the same time, I was filled with fear when I heard what the woman had said.

Thus, at this moment, I no longer held any coldness towards living people and seriously explained.

However, when I wanted to explain everything from the beginning, I suddenly stopped because … I can't say...

What do you mean? That Da Xiong wanted to rape me?

The woman in front of him was already very upset. If he really said that, it would be rubbing salt on her wounds.

In the past, Da Xiong could still be domineering when he was still alive, but now that he's dead, he won't have a good reputation anymore. I don't want his mother's spine to be exposed again …

As for this slap … After all, if it wasn't for me, Da Xiong wouldn't have died. If I had been able to go and take a look, even if I couldn't stop him from dying, I could at least understand how he died.

Seeing that I didn't say anything after a long time, the woman's palm came slapping me again. She slapped me a few times from left to right.

I felt a burning pain in my face, and the people around me, I glanced at them, and I thought I saw them laughing, laughing at me as if I were watching a show.

As for the two people behind me, their arms were like pincers, tightly grabbing onto me, preventing me from moving an inch.

"Tell me!" Speak! The last person my son saw last night was you. You dare to say that my son's death had nothing to do with you?

Did you seduce my son and kill him? Speak! Speak! You slut, just because you're young you learn to act coquettish! "

In fact, everyone present, including Da Xiong's mother, saw the piece of meat in Da Xiong's hand, as well as the wound on Da Xiong's neck.

It was impossible for me to have created these things. However, such a big hat was hanging on my head.

I don't know if Da Xiong's mother lost his reason because of being too sad, or if he wanted to find a reason to vent his feelings.

Or perhaps it could be said that everyone present truly believed from the bottom of their hearts that my adoptive father would do something unorthodox, and thus, my body was tainted with a certain evil aura. The terrible scene in front of me was all my doing.

At this time, Da Xiong's mother had become even more crazy, cursing and slapping his own face.

Because of those slaps, the current me couldn't even say a single word. However, I vaguely felt that it was very likely that Da Xiong's mother would beat me to death here.

In a remote area in a poor village, if someone were to really kill someone, as long as no one reported him to the police and he was buried, he would be able to continue living peacefully.

Just then, Liu Songxian suddenly came out from the crowd and stood in front of me.

"Sis, calm down. Why do you have to hold onto such a little girl and not let her go?"

Look at how weak she is. How could she possibly kill someone?

Furthermore, it's not like you didn't see it, elder sister. Your Da Xiong is … It's very likely that he committed suicide. Before beating someone up, he has to first figure out whether or not it's a suicide. "

"What is it? This little vixen's father had just died, and she was immediately protected by other men, wasn't she?

Uncle Liu, this is none of your business. Last night, the last person Brother Da Xiong saw was this little girl. It's you? "

This time, the one who spoke was a person grabbing onto me from behind, a brother of Da Xiong.

He said with a weird tone, but in truth, his tone was full of hints, and even pointed straight at Liu Songxian.

"I know that you helped this little girl carry the coffin yesterday. Why didn't you go back? Did you do something else?"

These words were more painful to me than a slap to the face, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before these words spread around the village again.

I felt that my dignity was being trampled upon. What kind of humiliation was it for a girl to be brought here and slapped in public and accused of stealing a man …

But at this time, Liu Songxian did not beat around the bush and only asked:

"You said that Da Xiong went up the mountain to see Xiao Die last night, then tell me now, why did he go to see Xiao Die?"

Liu Songxian was after all, an older person, and his words had hit the nail on the head.

In fact, everyone in the village could guess what Da Xiong was doing on the mountain, but they were too embarrassed to say it out loud. Da Xiong's two brothers were too embarrassed to say it out loud.

It was one thing to not understand it, another to not say it.

"Who knows what sort of tricks this little vixen used to trick my son. She's a vixen, a scourge!"

Da Xiong's mother said with a hint of a sobbing tone, as if he wanted to hit me.