Yu Baoshan's head started smoking, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing...
"Holy cow, what happened to him?"
"Don't move!" Zhao Guihua quickly stopped Old Man Zhuang: "Don't touch him!"
Zhuang Zhixi shouted, "Yu Baoshan got struck by lightning!"
"What? No way!"
"Seriously? That thunder was really loud. Is this karma?"
"Should we go out and take a look?"
"Probably not. Look, Zhuang Zhixi isn't moving. He's frozen."
"Yeah."
Zhuang Zhixi stood on the courtyard wall. From there, he could see everything. The commotion they caused had alerted many people, but no one dared to come out and help. If it were something minor, maybe someone would have stepped in, but Yu Baoshan was different.
Yu Baoshan was armed with a knife, and his identity was... well, not someone to mess with.
