Someone had died.
Qin Manjiang pushed through the crowd and went closer for a look. The dead man was a young man he had never seen before.
From the conversations around him, he learned that this was the Zhang Family's son, and the woman lying beside him crying was his mother.
Liu Jingqing could not squeeze through and could only fret outside the crowd.
Fortunately, someone had gone to notify the Village Chief, but the person who came was not the Village Chief. It was the head of the Wang Family, Wang Ju.
"Make way! Don't crowd together! Move!" The young man beside Wang Ju dispersed the villagers gathered around. Only Qin Manjiang remained unmoved, crouching on the ground and staring at the body.
Wang Ju frowned at Qin Manjiang, then looked at the body. "Everyone, get back to the preparations. You all know how important the Sheep Transformation Festival is. We can't let something like this interrupt it. We'll report Zhang Yang's death to the police after the festival is over. Disperse, all of you."
The dead man's name was Zhang Yang?
Qin Manjiang glanced around. Surprisingly, this argument actually persuaded the villagers. It seemed that a human life really mattered less than the smooth running of the Sheep Transformation Festival. Apart from the dead man's mother, everyone left with their expressions unchanged.
Liu Jingqing took the opportunity to jog over to Qin Manjiang. One look at the body on the ground turned her face pale.
The body's condition was horrifying. Zhang Yang's fingernails were packed with scraps of his own flesh and skin. He had peeled off most of his own face, leaving a terrifying, bloody mess.
But the actual cause of death was in his head.
A chopstick had pierced his left temple, with a short section