Chapter 477 The Price Paid in Blood
- Under the night sky, Gu Ziming swaggered toward the edge of the village with four thuggy lackeys, humming a little tune as he staggered along.
- That was where Ye Hui lived. No one lived within dozens of meters of her place. She’d married not long ago, and her husband had died—so folks in the countryside called her unlucky and stayed away.
- “Bang, bang, bang!”