7839. Chapter 7839

, The evil king chasing his wife: The good-for-nothing miss! "Yes, the head of my family will not die!"

"My Dabao will not die!"

"I'm going to the beach to wait for him! Even if I wait until I die, I will wait for him!"

"Yes! I want to go to the beach too!"

"Maybe they're back by now!"

Hundreds of village women in the whole village rushed towards the sea with their fists clenched tightly!

It's as if they're really blowing the horn to catch the fish and come back victorious.

Seeing these familiar women rushing out with tense faces at this moment, the village head's wife supported the third uncle worriedly: "If they are like this, will something happen?"

The seaside, if you can't think about it, will you?

The village chief's head hurts, and he rubbed the center of his brows: "Now, no one can stop them, let them vent."

Losing his dearest in a blink of an eye, the village chief was so heartbroken that he was about to suffocate. He could fully understand everyone's actions.

Everyone still held a trace of luck in their hearts.

Thinking of losing so many young and middle-aged people, what will happen to Zijiang Island in the future, no one really knows.

Thinking of this, the village head Sanshu's head began to ache again.

on the beach.

The vast sea, at a glance, is full of blue.

On the sea, the blue waves are rippling, but there is no trace of a light boat.

Everyone stood on the beach by the sea, waiting like stakes.

At the beginning, everyone's eyes were excited and eager, containing hope.

But as time passed, the expressions on everyone's faces became more and more desperate and sad.

I don't know who was the first to make a whimpering sound.

followed by the second, the third

In the end, all the women and children present cried out.

One sound after another, all are the miserable cries of women and children.

The tidal waves carried their cries away with the waves.

On the beach, there was a burst of tragic crying.

day one, day two

Many people cried and passed out in grief.

At first, many people didn't believe Xu Da and Xu Er's words, but as each day passed, their eyes were filled with despair.

Although I still don't believe it on the surface, but I already believe this fact in my heart, but I just can't accept it.

The entire Zijiang Island was deeply shrouded in sadness and despair, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

In fact, it is true.

Zijiang Island is all supported by young and middle-aged men, fishing for a living, and defending their homes. Now that they are gone, how can the remaining women and children survive in the world?

"Aunt Tu, what are you doing!" Xu Da screamed.

"Uncle Tu is gone, how can I live alone? Anyway, I can't live anymore, it's better to die!" Aunt Tu held a sharp knife in her hand, and stabbed at her heart!

Xu Da and Xu Er rushed up, one left and one right to support Aunt Tu!

If it weren't for the quick response of these two young people, Aunt Tu would have passed away.

Xu Er cried: "Aunt Tu! Don't do this! Uncle Tu, maybe Uncle Tu is not dead yet, maybe he was saved?"

"Are they really alive? Did someone really save him? Is what you said true?" Aunt Tu was already in a daze, muttering to herself.

It has been two days since the accident happened. During these two days, the women and children on the entire island were in a state of despair and depression, and everyone's mind was blank.

"Maybe." Xu Da could only murmur in a low voice.