In the end, Liu Yuan sent both of them flying with palm strikes.
He had waited so long just to make the two of them confess what they had done themselves.
He had not killed them with those strikes. He would not be satisfied with letting them die so easily.
They deserved to die in torment.
The aftereffects of those palm strikes would stay with them forever.
Both of them would forever bear a bluish-purple palm print, and every night, a sinister chill would seep into their bodies, forcing them to endure the cold.
What Liu Yuan could least tolerate was that, after his death, not only had they shown no remorse, but they had also insulted and threatened his mother.
Having dealt with the two main culprits, he paid no attention whatsoever to their son, who was already scared witless.
Liu Yuan turned stiffly and crouched down.
His mother, Granny Liu, immediately threw her arms around him.
"Don't be afraid, son. Mom's here. I'll go with you."
Bloody tears streamed from Liu Yuan's eyes.
"Mom..."
The old woman laughed and cried. "I've lived so long, and nothing was sadder than having to bury my own child. I didn't have much time left anyway. Now that I've seen you again and you've taken revenge yourself, I'm satisfied. I'm satisfied."
"Don't be afraid, son. Mom's here..."
Her voice grew softer and softer toward the end. Even after her breathing stopped entirely, she still held her son tightly.
Liu Yuan held his mother's body and looked up, fixing his eyes in a certain direction.
His eldest uncle's family was over there, and his uncle was also the Village Chief.
That look from him drained all color from the Village Chief's face.
"Oh no, oh no. Is Yuan going to go on a