I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 321: Who was the one who poisoned them?

Fang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, calmed herself down, and then slowly spoke.

"Pei Yan, Hua Ruyan, listen to me carefully." Her voice trembled slightly, filled with barely concealed excitement and anger.

"In the process of treating the little girl's mother, I discovered too many chilling details."

Do you know what? When I gently lifted her thin, bony hand, I saw that her fingernails were so black, as if they had been soaked in ink. The color was so deep that it made my heart tremble.

Looking at her tongue, it was a dark, lifeless black, as if shrouded in a thick haze.

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with pain and confusion, as if those scenes were replaying in her mind.

"Then, with my last glimmer of hope, I inserted silver needles into her acupoints, trying to find a way out."

However, the moment I pulled out the silver needle, my heart sank completely.

The silver needle had a chillingly dark purple hue, a color like a curse from hell, which pierced my eyes deeply.

Fang Xiaoxiao raised her voice a few decibels, gesturing unconsciously with her hands, as if trying to vividly depict the scene.

"And her pulse was weak and strangely disordered, which was not like the symptoms of a common illness."

Based on all these symptoms combined, I can say with absolute certainty that she died of poisoning, and from an extremely rare and vicious poison.

A determined light shone in Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

After hearing Fang Xiaoxiao's words, Pei Yan and Hua Ruyan looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Their mouths were slightly open, as if they wanted to say something, but this astonishing discovery choked them up.

After a long while, Hua Ruyan finally recovered from her shock. Her voice trembled slightly as she interjected with a question.

"Then...who was the one who poisoned them?"

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes were sharp as she looked straight at the door and spoke without hesitation.

"It's Old Fu!"

Pei Yan frowned deeply, his face full of doubt, and said.

"How could it be him? He looks so timid and cowardly, always meek and submissive."

Fang Xiaoxiao snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth.

"Some things aren't apparent from the surface. I only realized it when Old Fu and his men came to arrest us!"

Hua Ruyan bit her lip, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"Then why did he do this?"

Fang Xiaoxiao shook her head, her expression grave.

"It's not clear yet, but there must be some unspeakable secret and huge conspiracy behind this."

At this moment, the little girl, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up timidly.

"Sister, are you saying that Grandpa Fu killed my mother?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao and the others fell silent instantly.

They were at a loss for words.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked at the people in front of her and was about to continue telling her discovery when the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

The loud noise was like a thunderclap exploding in the room, startling everyone and causing their hearts to clench.

A tall, twisted figure suddenly appeared before them. Fang Xiaoxiao hurriedly tried to make out who it was by the dim light of the oil lamp on the pillar.

The shrew's usually domineering and arrogant face was now completely stained with blood.

The blood, like a thick red veil, covered her face, making it almost impossible to recognize her original appearance.

Her forehead, cheeks, and chin were covered in deep wounds, from which blood gushed out, forming shocking streaks that dripped onto the ground.

Her clothes were tattered beyond recognition, with torn strips of cloth hanging limply on her body, exposing large patches of bruised and purple skin.

Some areas were swollen as if struck by a heavy object; others were torn open by a sharp object, with the skin and flesh turned inside out, a truly gruesome sight.

Her once robust body now appeared incredibly weak and disheveled, like a ferocious beast ravaged to the brink of death.

As soon as the shrew saw Fang Xiaoxiao and the others, her lips trembled and she managed to squeeze out a sentence with her last bit of strength.

"help me……"

However, before she could finish speaking, a mouthful of thick, black blood gushed from her mouth, splattering all over the ground.

The black blood emitted a pungent, nauseating stench.

Immediately, her eyes lost their light, and she fell straight to the ground like a heavy stone, motionless.

The person who slowly walked out from behind the shrew was none other than Old Fu, the village doctor who had previously been considered kind by everyone.

But now, all trace of his former kindness and gentleness was gone. His face was contorted with rage, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Every wrinkle twisted into an evil shape.

Those once cloudy eyes now gleamed with a mad and cruel light, like the eyes of a hungry wolf, sending chills down one's spine.

A chilling, wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth, a smile brimming with smugness and madness, as if he were flaunting his crimes.

His teeth were visible in his smile; they were yellowed and uneven, adding to the menacing aura.

Old Fu's sinister gaze slowly swept over the crowd, his eyes seemingly able to penetrate their souls, leaving them nowhere to escape.

He said this with a cold laugh and a vicious tone.

"Her fat is no joke; it's made me work quite a bit."

Fang Xiaoxiao and the others were so shocked by this sudden and terrifying turn of events that they gasped in shock. Fear, like an invisible net, instantly wrapped around each of them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Old Fu clapped his hands, his hands seemingly filled with endless resentment, clapping forcefully as if trying to shake off years of humiliation.

Then, he spat fiercely at the lifeless shrew, the spittle carrying his resentment and anger, landing directly on her.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with a frantic sense of relief as he muttered to himself.

"After all these years, I can finally be free, finally!" The words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, filled with endless pain and sorrow.

Old Fu slowly raised his head, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if he were immersed in the unbearable years of the past.

His lips trembled as he began to speak to himself.

"When I was 18, I came to this Flower Language Village full of hope, and unknowingly married a shrew who was five years older than me."

I had hoped for a warm home and someone who cared for me, but little did I know, this would be the beginning of my nightmare.