Now that they discovered the child was also missing, they were beside themselves with anxiety.
The village chief, on the other hand, calmed down. He told the others that a woman running away with a child was bound not to get far.
The child would cry, fuss, or get hungry, and she would have to stop to soothe it. At the very least, she couldn't control the child's voice.
Little children naturally cry whenever they want to.
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Su Nanzhi came to the river in the village.
As she had expected, the resentment filled the downstream of the river.
Floating on the surface was the hard-to-dissipate resentment of dead infants, especially those who were abandoned.
But beneath that layer of resentment, at least nearly five hundred years' worth of resentful spirits had accumulated.
Su Nanzhi looked up at the full moon in the sky and suddenly remembered that today was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.
This was hardly the right time to accept a job.
