When the lights went out earlier,
Zheng Haiyang thought it was just a normal trip or power outage, which is not uncommon in the countryside nowadays.
Tan Wenbin felt a "thud" in his heart, the experience of eating at the Corpse's house last time had left a shadow in his inner depths, but it was just that his hand holding the chopsticks trembled a few times, still convincing himself that he was being overly sensitive.
Run Sheng held the chopsticks steadily in his right hand, still chewing in his mouth when the lights went out, but his left hand had already grabbed the handle of the Yellow River Shovel resting on the bench underneath him.
The moment the lights came back on, Run Sheng glanced at the cauldron on the table and immediately set his eyes on Li Zhiyuan sitting opposite him.
With just a signal from Xiao Yuan, he would not hesitate to lift the shovel and smash the heads of the two old people beside him.
