A government officer had come to the Zhou family's doorstep.
The sound of a child's cry, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, left everyone somewhat stunned and exchanged puzzled looks.
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
The sound of beads hitting the floor brought everyone back to their senses; looking towards the source, they saw Old Lady Zhou's wooden Buddha beads, which she had always held in her hand, had broken for some unknown reason. The beads scattered as they fell, causing a dripping noise.
Old Lady Zhou stared blankly at the Buddha beads scattered on the ground, her face deathly pale and her chest heaving violently.
The breaking of Buddha beads signified great misfortune and ill omen.
Anxiety, stronger than ever before.
One calamity after another, they truly couldn't withstand any more blows!
The government officer had already entered the courtyard, loudly calling for Zhou Xuennian's name.
