Song Tianming finished speaking, and Cheng Hu, who was holding a fish in his hand, immediately swallowed on the spot.

Everyone looked at Cheng Hu one after another, and the old lady spoke angrily.

"Cheng Hu, is it true?"

Looking at the iron knife dripping from Song Tianming's hand, Cheng Hu remembered the old man who would start to recite poems every day whenever he sneaked into the stone house.

He swallowed, and then Cheng Hu nodded heavily.

"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes!"

After the words fell, Song Tianming let out a long sigh, and the old lady and the villagers around him instantly surrounded Sun Laizi with anger on their faces.

"In the past, it would be fine if you did something wrong in the countryside."

"Today, I dare to steal!"

"Come here, beat him to death with sticks!"

The old lady heard anger, and the villagers holding sticks surrounded Sun Laizi.

"Middle length!"

"I'm wronged. I didn't steal money, I didn't steal it!"

"I'm wronged, the village chief..."

"ah……!!!"

A burst of shrill screams came out. Looking at Sun Laizi who was flooded by the crowd, Song Tianming had no sympathy in his eyes.

Born in a chaotic world, some people are not worthy of sympathy at all.
Chapter completed!