The sword was drawn out with force again.

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked desperate, his body was limp, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Yang Fang immediately searched his body quickly and quickly found 8 cents. Then he carried his body and quickly threw it towards a smelly ditch hundreds of meters away.

Then he immediately went home and disposed of the bodies of Zhao Hu and others.

Fortunately, no one lives near his house.

Otherwise, such movement would definitely alarm outsiders.

He found more than two hundred coins on the bodies of Zhao Hu and others, and separated the bodies of these people and threw them away.

After doing all this, Yang Fang returned home, pacing back and forth in the room, thinking in his mind.

I wonder if Zhao Hu’s family knew that Zhao Hu came to see him at night?

inappropriate!

This matter must be cleared up.

He made a prompt decision, took out a piece of rag, covered his face, picked up the sword, and went straight to Zhao Hu's home overnight.

It's not yet midnight, so it's the best time to take action.

Yang Fang followed the memory in his mind and walked through the remote alleys.

In about ten minutes, they arrived in front of Zhao Hu's residence.
Chapter completed!