Yang Ming still appeared calm; he was taking a gamble, betting on this fool’s courage.
The scene had quieted down, everyone waiting for the person who went to fetch the food to return.
Little Liufu had long stopped crying, lulled to sleep by Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao wasn’t overly worried at the mont; she believed Yang Ming definitely had so kind of plan.
Instead, Shitou and his mother were very concerned, afraid they wouldn’t be able to convince the villagers.
Monts later, the villager who went to get the food finally returned, holding a bowl with so leftover food.
The Village Chief took the bowl and handed it to the fool, speaking, "Eat this, and it’ll prove your innocence."
Seeing the bowl of food, the fool turned pale. How is this possible? Wasn’t the food from last night supposed to be eaten by the people at Fat Girl’s house during the day?
Otherwise, how could that family have fallen ill?
Yet the sight of the bowl of food shattered his confidence; last night under the moonlight, he saw this very food.
Seeing the fool hesitating to take the bowl, that strange man sneered first, "Oh dear, are you too scared to eat?"
The fool’s deanor also led the villagers to start discussing.
"Look at how scared he is; it’s most likely him!"
"I never thought the fool could be like this."
"Could the food really be poisoned?"
"Could the strange illness be caused by poisoning? That’s terrifying."
"..."
"..."
The Village Chief’s face had darkened remarkably, monts ago he had believed the fool, even asked him; the fool had confidently declared he hadn’t done anything, yet now he was reacting like this.
He continued coldly, "Fool, eat!"
Seeing the Village Chief’s expression and hearing the tone of his voice, the fool knew the Village Chief was angry.
Listening to the villagers’ chatter, if he didn’t eat, he was truly finished.
He decided to risk it, reaching out to take the leftover food from the Village Chief’s hand.
Upon taking it, his hands trembled uncontrollably.
All eyes were on the fool, watching him eat the leftovers.
The fool picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a piece, but just couldn’t bring himself to put it in his mouth.
Ultimately, he couldn’t conquer his fear; he was terrified of the symptoms of the poison, having disgusting pimples all over, and itching terribly. He knew he couldn’t endure those symptoms and dared not gamble with his life.
He was afraid, fear turning his eyes red, trembling hands causing the bowl to crash to the ground.
Then he collapsed to his knees, begging, "Village Chief, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have poisoned the villagers."
The mont he spoke, the villagers erupted.
"Oh my god, it really was poisoning!"
"That’s horrifying, all those diseases were caused by the fool."
"Why on earth would he do this?"
"..."
"..."
Hearing the fool’s confession, the Village Chief was extrely disappointed; never had he imagined the culprit was one of their own.
He spoke with great disappointnt, "Fool, you really let down."
The fool broke free from the strange man’s grip, crawled toward the Village Chief, clutching his leg, crying and begging, "Village Chief, I was wrong, I really was wrong, I’ll never dare do it again."
The Village Chief shook off the fool, very disdainful and cold-hearted, and angrily said, "Fool, even now you won’t say why you poisoned the villagers?"
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