Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Jiang Qiao hid in the corner outside the house. He couldn't see what was happening inside, but he could hear the clanging sounds of a fight and a series of shrill screams.
Of course,
there were also the cheers and encouragement of the friends and family group.
"They're going at it!"
"They're fighting!"
You had to hand it to them—Jiang Qiao found it pretty exciting to listen to.
The monkey-faced man had sounded so fierce earlier, boasting that he would kick people in the ribs as soon as he caught them and that he even knew Tai Chi. But now that the mummified man had grabbed him, he sounded like a slaughtered pig.
The woman, on the other hand, had gone silent.
Jiang Qiao didn't know whether she had been frightened into silence or had her mouth and nose covered.
He was just watching the commotion.
Suddenly,
a creaking sound came from the neighboring house, and someone opened the gate to the adjacent courtyard.
"Even the neighbors are coming over to join the fun?"
Jiang Qiao glanced over.
Then he heard voices from inside the courtyard:
"Damn woman, why is tonight's meal so bland? There isn't a scrap of meat in it! How am I supposed to eat this?" a man shouted angrily.
"In this poor backwater, having anything to eat is already good enough. Where would the meat come from?"
"Bitch."
"Isn't there meat next door?"
"Hurry up and get the pot boiling. My mouth is practically growing feathers from blandness."
Bang!
A burly man with a chainsaw in hand and a gloomy expression pushed open the door and strode over. He walked straight into the small house on Jiang Qiao's side, completely ignoring the crowd of "people" packed around the entrance.
"Fuck!"
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