Zhu Caiwei stood up, pulled out the small arrow, wiped off the blood and put it away, slowly saying: “Moving forward single-mindedly toward my goal and clearing away all obstacles is the way to a better life. If I feel his existence might affect me, I’ll treat him like my most hated enemy.”
Sundadan said: “You, you are really…”
“What?” Zhu Caiwei spread her hands. “Put away that look of moral indignation, or you might be classified as an enemy too – the tribal leader has been impersonating for so long, still pretending to have brotherly love? By the way, the one with blood on their hands right now is you, not me.”
Sundadan felt this woman was like a demon. He suddenly lowered his head and discovered that he indeed had blood stains from moving the body.
Sundadan was silent for a moment, then asked calmly: “How do we handle the body? How do we explain his whereabouts?”
Zhu Caiwei slowly curled her lips, her cold tone turning gentle: “Just bury him somewhere. You’re the tribal leader, why do you need to explain to anyone?”
Just say you sent him out to handle some temporary matter. If he accidentally dies outside and his body is nowhere to be found… that’s not your fault, right?”
Sundadan paused, then said flatly: “You’re right.”
Xia Xianning was eating.
This was the most uncomfortable meal he’d had in his entire life.
As previously discussed with Luo Mingbai, his conspicuous appearance here was intentional. Given Zhu Caiwei’s personality, being able to stay in this backward, isolated place for so long meant she must have a reason she had to stay.
So Xia Xianning’s appearance would first cause her to panic, yet she would be unable to leave due to some reason.
In this situation, Zhu Caiwei would definitely try to seize time and accelerate executing her plan. With Xia Xianning and Luo Mingbai working in light and dark, one of them would surely get a chance to understand her purpose.
But this process was too painful.
Sundadan, following Zhu Caiwei’s instructions, arranged many people to receive Xia Xianning. To keep Xia Xianning far from the tribal leader and his wife’s residence, his resting place was arranged near the group of newly transformed young people.
