Ms. Tang took a deep breath, then suddenly let out a shrill scream, hurriedly denying, "It wasn't me, I didn't kill him. He wasn't killed by me!"
Shu Yu narrowed her eyes. Just now, Ms. Tang seemed to have paused for a moment.
"Ms. Tang, you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ms. Tang screamed even louder, "It wasn't me, really, it wasn't me! He fell with the knife into the cracks of the rocks himself. We were arguing, and he got so worked up that he accidentally stumbled and fell. Just like that, just like that..."
As she spoke, she suddenly lifted her head and widened her eyes, "I went to pull the knife out, and… ahhhhh… so much blood, blood spurting out everywhere! Ahaha… dead, a dead man! Everyone come and see! There's a dead body, hurry up and look..."
Ms. Tang burst into manic laughter, drawing the attention of the villagers lingering at the doorway.
Young Master Jiang froze, "Is this… madness, has she gone mad?"
