"The village chief is here, the village chief is here!"
Someone shouted out, and the villagers who were standing by, unable to help, quickly gathered around.
"Village chief, what are we going to do?" someone asked anxiously.
Hua Laohan didn't even spare them an extra glance. They were anxious, but he, as the village chief, was even more anxious, and he headed straight to the site of the house collapse.
He looked around but didn't see any sign of Old Zhao, frowning.
"Didn't anyone from Old Zhao's family escape?"
"Didn't see anyone," replied the Sun family, who were the first to notice and lived closest to Old Zhao's house, shaking their heads.
Everyone had a very bad feeling, like the whole family might be gone.
Old Zhao's house was indeed old, but the beams were real solid wood. If they pressed down on a person, it would be disastrous.
