Ruan Xiangxiang was angered by the old woman's words, "You are shameless!!"
The old woman's withered hand touched her face, "Face? Hahaha, who needs a face in these days of darkness?"
Ruan Xiangxiang bit her lip. She didn't believe that this old woman really didn't care.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Ruan Xiangxiang's dagger moved a little closer to her neck. The sharp blade scratched her dry neck, and a blood mark appeared with a slight force.
Ruan Xiangxiang wants to tell her that she can really kill people.
"Think again. If you hand over the antidote, we won't do anything to you."
The old woman Jie Jie smiled and said, "Little girl, I used to like to use your words, but this kind of thing is of no use to me."
Ruan Xiangxiang pursed her lips with an ugly expression, "Are you really not afraid of death at all? Do you believe it or not, I will kill you right now."
"It doesn't matter. The girl said so many things to me again and again. It seems that she is really reluctant to let the young man follow me, but I am not as good as you want. I am happy because you are suffering, hahahaha."
Ruan Xiang's fragrance was burning, and when she looked at Chu Munan, whose face was gradually turning pale, her eyes felt even more distressed, and she wished she could take her place.
She rolled her eyes, and then thought of the old woman's previous reaction to Brother Cui. She seemed to care a little about it, right?
After all, this old woman should have lived here all her life, so there is no way she wouldn't care about the people in Shuiyun Village.
Then Ruan Xiangxiang took back the dagger. The old woman thought she had compromised and laughed proudly.
"Okay, since you want Chu Munan to be buried with you, then go with him. It just so happens that there are too few people to be buried alone. I will go and kill all the people in Shuiyun Village later and give Chu Mu Nan
Nan was buried with him, I think Chu Munan wouldn’t be too lonely underground.”
The old woman's eyes flickered, seeming a little unsteady.
Seeing this, Ruan Xiangxiang said with more force: "Since you can't give me the antidote, you should die now. This way, I can also deal with the people in Shuiyun Village, lest Chu Munan leave alone.
"
As she spoke, Ruan Xiangxiang's knife kept moving closer to the old woman.
There was a lot of sweat on her forehead. She was betting on whether the old woman cared about the people in Shuiyun Village.
"I remember the Cui Teng, Cui Ze, Cui Xiao, and Cui from before. Anyway, the big ones and the little ones were all buried with them. I hope they can understand me. I don't really want to kill them."
Ruan Xiangxiang's eyes were fixed on the old woman. The old woman never changed her attitude. Her hands couldn't help but feel a little soft. Just when she was about to give up, she heard a sentence.
"It's not like I can't give you the antidote."
Ruan Xiangxiang's eyes lit up, and the hand holding the knife quickly stopped. She covered up the joy on her face and said in a calm voice: "Why should I believe you? Didn't you lie to me enough?"
The old woman laughed and said, "Little girl, sometimes it's easy to distinguish between truth and lies. For example, you are very nervous right now."
Ruan Xiangxiang froze, "Who said that? Stop fooling me!"
The old woman raised her eyebrows and said with a chuckle: "If I really don't agree, you won't dare to kill me. You will only kill me after your little lover dies."
