"Haha–"
The old woman's manic laughter suddenly stopped, as if abruptly cut off.
Chen Ming stood there for a while, without hearing any further sounds.
There are two possibilities: the old woman was silenced.
Or Elder Shang blocked the sound, preventing anyone from hearing.
"Should I go? Or should I go?"
Chen Ming contemplated for a moment, deciding to carry on with his own business.
If Elder Shang wanted to kill him to silence him, he wouldn't be able to escape anyway. So he might as well face it calmly.
Therefore, he spent another hour cleaning up the surroundings, and then, as usual, took the hoe back to the courtyard to return it.
He glanced into the courtyard and did not see the old woman's figure.
Elder Shang sat under the tree as usual, holding a wooden carving, staring at it blankly. He didn't react at all to Chen Ming's arrival.
No one knows if the old woman had turned into flower fertilizer.
Chen Ming put down the hoe and withdrew.
