The woman's clothes were relatively new, but were stained with a lot of oil. Her hair was loose and her true face could not be seen clearly. One could only vaguely see that she was a woman around 40 years old.
The woman's voice was hoarse and rough, sounding like the cry of a crow, so harsh and unpleasant that many people around her covered their ears.
Soon a tall, dark and strong middle-aged man rushed out of the house, holding a stick in his hand, and chased after the middle-aged woman with a ferocious face.
While chasing, he shouted: "You vicious woman, vicious woman! I will beat you to death! Beat you to death!"
The woman suddenly rushed to one of the female monks, grabbed her hand, knelt in front of her, and screamed "Ah". Her cloudy and bloodshot eyes, hidden behind her messy long hair, were filled with fear, despair and pleading.
The female monk was startled and looked at her companions in confusion, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, the middle-aged man holding a stick rushed to the front, grabbed the woman's hair and pulled it up fiercely, cursing in a rough voice: "You vicious woman, you still want to run away, let's see where you can run to!"
As he spoke, he swung his thick black palm like a palm-leaf fan and was about to fan the middle-aged woman in the face.
The woman let out a shrill scream of fear and tried desperately to hide behind the nun.
The female monk couldn't stand it anymore, so she hugged the middle-aged man and asked coldly, "How can a grown man like you bully the old, weak, women and children? Do you have any shame?"
The middle-aged man was stopped and questioned, but he did not show anger towards the female monk. Instead, he sighed deeply and said in a deep voice: "She is my wife."
"Since she is your wife, why do you beat her?" The nun became even angrier when she heard this. She hated men who committed domestic violence the most.
The woman opened her mouth and screamed, but she couldn't utter a word. It was obvious that she was mute.
The middle-aged man wiped his face, looking extremely painful. He opened his mouth to say something, but saw the residents of the island gathered around him, talking in a flurry.
"How can you blame Lao Zhang for this? Lao Zhang has been very good to his dumb wife. He bought her new clothes, jewelry, and even gave her a piece of sea beast meat at home!"
"That's right. The cruel one is this vicious woman. She was fickle and hooked up with a strange man. When her parents-in-law caught her, she cruelly poisoned them to death!"
"Alas, it can only be regarded as Lao Zhang's bad luck. Such a simple and honest man actually married such a wife."
"Girl, why did you save this vicious woman? She deserves to be beaten to death. Besides, Lao Zhang didn't want to beat her to death. He wanted to send her to Dao Zheng to stand trial. Killing someone means paying with one's life, which is only natural!"
The island is the official on Wenqing Island, similar to the government office that handles cases among mortals.
As they were talking, a little boy came running over, panting. He looked no more than seven or eight years old.
As soon as she saw the middle-aged man, she threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
After crying for a while, she pointed at the middle-aged woman and screamed, "You are not my mother. I don't have a mother like you. Why did you poison my grandparents? Wuuuu! You bad woman, why don't you just die!"
The little boy's sad crying and accusations made everyone despise the woman even more, and at the same time they felt extremely sorry for what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Zhang.
When the nun heard that the middle-aged woman was such a vicious and shameless person, she immediately felt as if she had been stained with something dirty, and she pushed her away and retreated. (To be continued)