Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 170: Down to the Underworld_1

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Down to the Underworld_1

"Really? Is that so?" Upon hearing his words, Nanzhi quickly poked her head out again to look.

As expected, she saw Shen Zhong swinging his knife, cleanly severing Ms. Li’s hair with one stroke.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out he was only cutting hair. I got scared to death, but why is he cutting her hair? Is it because she cuckolded him, that he’s venting his anger by cutting her hair?"

Nanzhi was confused.

Considering the saying that one should respect their body and hair as they were given by their parents, she couldn’t understand his action of merely cutting the hair of the woman who cuckolded him.

However, Shen Wenchen’s face revealed mockery; Shen Zhong’s approach was really somewhat novel.

Shen Zhong was still wearing a smile on his face right now. He only grasped Li Lian’s hair and swung his knife down. The blade was somewhat blunt, and Li Lian could only feel a terrible pain in her scalp, though she dared not scream.

Early on, Aunt Guihua, fearing that her daughter would see some unpleasant matters, had chased Shen Miaomiao back to the mule cart.

Now seeing that her son had only cut Ms. Li’s hair, she let out a sigh. She lacked the will to keep watching.

With the dull blade, when Shen Zhong had finished cutting Ms. Li’s hair, there was already blood seeping out from her scalp.

Recalling the words he just whispered into her ear, Ms. Li could only bear the pain with a smile for him.

The handsome young man on the ground had long lost consciousness and was just lying there limp, looking like a pile of mud.

The smell of blood wafted across to the Lin Family’s side. Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui couldn’t stand it anymore and covered their noses as they retreated to the cart. Lin Yicheng and Lin Ercheng merely took one look at the unconscious man on the ground, took the freshly roasted sweet potatoes, and returned to the cart.

"Fatty girl, eat a sweet potato before going to sleep."

Lin Yicheng laughed jovially as he stuffed the sweet potato in his hand into the cart, then started walking towards his own mule cart.

Shen Wenchen naturally picked up a sweet potato from the cart, broke it open for Nanzhi, and gently said, "Nannan, I’m going to fetch Zhiyu. Stay obediently in the cart."

"Alright." Nanzhi nodded her head.

After getting down from the mule cart and catching a whiff of the blood smell in the air, Shen Wenchen slightly furrowed his eyebrows and hesitated before heading in the direction of his two brothers.

"Father-in-law, big brother, second brother." Shen Wenchen lightly tapped on the mule cart and called out.

"Brother-in-law, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Yicheng lifted the curtain of the cart and poked half of his body out.

Wasn’t it not yet time to stay up and keep watch?

"I’m afraid we will have to travel a bit more tonight."

"Travel some more tonight?"

Lin Yicheng was confused. Wasn’t this area very good?

"The smell of blood is too strong. I’m afraid it might invite trouble."

Trouble?

Hearing these two words, alarm bells started to ring in Lin Yicheng’s mind.

Right now, their group was like a thorn in the side of a mob of refugees.

Although there were others who also had carts and food, all those wealthy families had housekeepers and guards to protect them.

What they needed to do most right now was to avoid trouble and stay away from these kinds of situations as much as possible.

"Well, I’ll go and tell Uncle Shen, let’s go forward a bit more. The weather is good right now and it’s not snowing."

With that said, Lin Yicheng grabbed a coat to wear, and got off the cart.

Shen Wenchen, on the other hand, went to the mule cart in the middle, lightly tapping the cart.

"Mother-in-law, big sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, I’m here to take Zhiyu back to the cart."

The six people in the cart - three adults and three kids - were each enjoying a roasted sweet potato. Hearing that Shen Wenchen had come to fetch someone, Shen Zhiyu had already swiftly got up before anyone else could answer.

"Grandma, Auntie, I’m going out~"

The little guy said with a baby voice, still remembering to hold the baked sweet potato he had nibbled in his hand.

"Ah, all right." Mother Lin waved at the little guy with a smile, and it wasn’t until Shen Wenchen picked him up and left that she nodded in satisfaction.

"Seeing my brother-in-law like this, he seems to know how to treat people kindly." Chen Qiulan sighed as she watched the swaying cart curtain was hit by the cold wind.

"Isn’t our eldest brother also kind?" Sun Cui giggled, raising the hot baked sweet potato in her hands.

"Didn’t Big Brother specifically roast this sweet potato for you because he felt you hadn’t eaten enough at night?"

Chen Qiulan blushed slightly and gave her a light push.

Looking at the harmonious interactions between the two sisters-in-law, Mother Lin sighed internally.

Thankfully, both of her daughters-in-law were good, and seemed to bring good fortune to her two sons.

If she had married a women like Ms. Li originally, her family would probably have fallen apart by now.

After telling Shen San that they were planning to hit the road again, Lin Yicheng quickly returned. While he passed by a man and Shen Zhong, he didn’t even pause his steps.

This matter concerned someone else’s family, he couldn’t get involved.

Shen San had been resting on the cart beam, and now he got down from the cart.

"Eldest brother, pack up, let’s travel a bit farther."

Shen Zhong had been sitting by the fire, lost in thought. He nodded in response to his father’s words.

He simply smiled when he looked down at the man on the ground, then headed over to Ms. Li’s side.

Ms. Li’s long hair had been roughly hacked, making it uneven. Her swollen face and the mixture of tears and snot on it gave Shen Zhong a look of disgust.

"Let’s go."

With no more outsiders in sight, Shen Zhong dropped his earlier smiling facade, tossing out the two cold words before heading to harness the mule cart.

After taking a couple of steps away, he turned and told her to hurry up before bustling off to prepare his things.

During the day, it didn’t matter if there was only one person on the cart with the possessions gathered up there. But at night, when everyone wanted to sleep on the carts, they inevitably had to move some of the items that took up space to the ground to make room.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they managed to get their things in order, and the convoy of four carts slowly set off again.

Li Lian had been kneeling on the ground for one hour and her legs had frozen stiff. She was exhausted from all the crying and staggered behind at the end, prompting Shen Miaomiao to squeeze a bit closer to Aunt Guihua.

Shen Zhong, however, walked right beside her, as if fearing she would fall behind in the line.

As soon as the convoy had left, several refugees who had been sleeping nearby swooped in.

After waiting for about half an hour without seeing any sign of him dying, a young boy finally couldn’t help but ask.

"Father, why hasn’t he died yet?"

A gaunt man swallowed hard, his eyes filled with greed.

"Soon, soon."

Who knew that despite appearing to be on the brink of death, the man stubbornly held onto his last breath, refusing to let go. The crowd waited for another quarter of an hour before they grew impatient.

A man with a fierce face led the way, using a dagger to start cutting into the meat on the man’s thigh.

The others, fearing they would miss out, followed suit, eagerly trying to strip all the flesh from his body.

The handsome man on the ground, who had previously lost consciousness, was jolted awake by the pain. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a group of people using daggers to strip the flesh off his body.

"It’s a pity that woman got away. Otherwise, our food for tomorrow would have been enough."

A man laughed, prompting nods from the others

But the pretty-faced man didn’t die until all the blood had drained from his body, his eyes wide open as he descended into the underworld.