After leaving Millet Village, the two followed the Compass westward. As they passed through that familiar little grove, they saw Xu Hui's corpse.
By a strange coincidence, Xu Hui's corpse lay in the very spot where she had trapped Chen Ya with vines.
Heaven's justice truly shone clear.
Meanwhile, once the villagers of Millet Village learned that the two had left, they flocked to the Old Lady's house, demanding an explanation.
"They went to find Xu Hui." The Old Lady's expression did not change as she coldly regarded the villagers making trouble at her doorstep.
Someone shouted indignantly, "Just because you say they went, does that mean they really did? Aren't you in league with them?"
The Old Lady had lived here for seventy years, and she had never felt such disgust for these villagers.
Before, she had merely thought they could not see sense over trivial matters as small as chicken feathers and garlic skins. She had never imagined they were just as muddleheaded over important matters.
The Old Lady was tired and could no longer be bothered with them. Remembering what Su Jiu and Yun Huanling had told her before leaving, she could not help giving a bitter smile.
She had thought that after experiencing such a major ordeal, these villagers would become a little more sensible. Instead, it had only exposed their ugly, selfish, cold-blooded faces all the more.
Su Jiu and Yun Huanling, however, had foreseen this long ago.
She was a hundred and three now and had already lived more than her fair share of years. She could feel that her allotted time would run out within the next few days.
Those two children had wanted to take her with them. How could she bear to burden them?
The Old Lady said hatefully, "Yes, I'm