The funeral procession immediately dispersed upon seeing this gesture, leaving only a few figures.

"grandfather!"

Zhao Shi and Zhao Yu saw Blacksmith Zhao being kicked to the ground and rushed forward.

"Head, to cut the grass we must get rid of the roots."

A man in black said softly.

The leader nodded, his eyes fell on the two little ones, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he walked towards them step by step.

Fang Chen slowly walked to Blacksmith Zhao, felt his pulse, then motioned the two children to step aside, and then told Blacksmith Zhao's wife:

"Sister-in-law, go back and prepare some medicine for Brother Zhao later."

Blacksmith Zhao's wife finally recovered from her fright, nodded quickly, and took the two little ones into her arms.

When the leader saw Fang Chen, he glanced at the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly laughed:
Chapter completed!