The sound of Aunt Fang crying loudly came from outside the house.
I probably know everything that happened after that. I left, and Po Wen also left.
But who knew, Aunt Fang returned to the house with the child in her arms.
The two of them were shocked when they saw Murphy's death state, especially Al Fang, who was so frightened that his legs softened and he collapsed on the ground.
"Mom, what should I do? She died so miserably, will she come to us?"
Aunt Fang was very calm, put the child aside, took out a pair of scissors from the basket on the side, and walked to Murphy expressionlessly.
"As long as she cuts off her tongue and glues it with paste, she'll be fine. Son, come here and help."
Al Fang obeyed his mother's words and quickly stepped forward to help.
I couldn't stand it and turned my head silently.
There was no funeral or ceremony, and they were not even willing to spend a penny on her.
They just rolled it up with a straw mat, dragged it up the mountain, dug a big hole, and put the mother and son in it.
"Wait a minute!" Aunt Fang narrowed her eyes, suddenly went down into the pit, and picked up the child.
A Fang didn't understand his mother's behavior: "Mom, what are you doing?"
"When your wife was alive, she was always against me. Now that she's gone, I can't just let her go! She took away my son before she was alive. Now, I want to bury her son somewhere else." !”
As soon as these words were spoken, the rolled up straw mat suddenly opened a corner, and a pair of white eyes stared at Aunt Fang.
Al Fang screamed in fright and pointed at Murphy with trembling fingers: "Mom! Stop talking, look at her! She's trying to fake her body!"
"What kind of corpse are you blowing up?" Aunt Fang glared at her son angrily.
I don't know what exactly Murphy offended Aunt Fang during his lifetime. The next second, Aunt Fang actually raised the shovel in his hand and hit her head hard.
It wasn't until her whole head was beyond recognition that she showed a relieved smile and shoveled the soil to bury it.
Suddenly, my eyes began to feel faint, and the surrounding scenes were rapidly fading and eroding, and I felt very dizzy.
Finally, I heard Al Fang ask his mother tremblingly: "Mom, what should I do with this child?"
At the last moment when I lost consciousness, I heard A Fang ask his mother, but when I heard Aunt Fang's words clearly, I felt goosebumps all over my body.
"Just find a place to bury it."
I don’t know how long it took, but the pain all over my body woke me up from my ignorant sleep.
I looked around and realized that I had returned home without knowing when, and my head was wrapped in layers.
Grandma's eyes were red and she was wiping my face. She was relieved when she saw that I woke up.
"Milk……"
"You silly kid, why did you fall into the ditch so late at night?"
I really wanted to say that a hand pulled me in, but I was so worried that I could only swallow these words: "It was too dark, so I didn't notice it for a while."
Nai stopped talking and just touched my hair.
Grandma Li from the other side of the house hurried into the house and patted her chest: "Oh, it's so scary. Do you know, people are dead!"
"Whose family is dead?"
What the older generation likes most is family. Grandma Li’s words successfully transferred Grandma’s transference.
"It's the old Wang family who lives next to Tangfang River. The three members of his family were all killed. It's impossible to watch like that."
I was lying on the bed, listening to all kinds of chatter, but when I heard the name Tangfang River, I was shocked, because where I was dragged in yesterday, a few steps further was the Tangfang River.
In this way, I had a bold idea born in my mind.
Maybe the hand that dragged me into the ditch yesterday wasn't trying to harm me, but was trying to save me in disguise.
My thoughts were racing, and I had a rough idea of whose hand it belonged to.
The phone rang suddenly, and when I looked at it, I realized it was the caller during the day.
I picked up the phone and my voice couldn't help but tremble: "Hello."
A smiling voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "What are you doing? Look up at me."
I looked up suddenly and found that Bai Tian, who I had been thinking about day and night, was standing by the door, smiling.
Daytime has come!
Seeing my head covered with bandages, I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why do I feel like you are hurting every time I come to see you?"
I also smiled bitterly: "Why are you here?"
"I called to ask for the specific location of Grandma Shangguan. I was afraid that you would be in danger again, so I came to see you specially."
In an instant, I was moved.
During the day, he stretched out his hand and lightly slapped me on the face: "What? You look aggrieved. What really happened?"
I have been so depressed for a while now, and I just poured out the recent events like a dumpling.
During the day, I listened very carefully and analyzed it for me. The murderer probably committed the murder out of anger. A family of three had been stabbed dozens of times, and all the valuables in the house were gone.
I nodded in agreement.
He sighed softly and stretched during the day: "Okay, I'm tired. Let's go back to the room and rest for a while. Don't disturb me."
I don’t know how long it took, but it was already dark outside. I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn’t until the familiar cry sounded in my ears that I couldn’t help but sigh.
Sure enough, it came.
I looked at the daytime around me, still sleeping soundly.
"Do you want me to help you take revenge?"
The crying still continued unabated, even a bit sad.
I was silent for a while and then continued: "You want me to help you find your child?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crying stopped abruptly.
Sure enough.
Everything in the world reincarnates endlessly, and the favors owed must always be repaid. She saved my life, and I should also repay this kindness.
"I will help you with this favor, but you can't hurt Al Fang and his mother. I'm not doing it for them. I don't want you to kill two beasts and dirty your reincarnation path."
The sound of crying echoed lowly in my ears, which made me feel sour in my heart.
My head hurt, but I knew she wouldn't harm me, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
It was already morning when I woke up again. I got up and brewed some medicine for myself and hurried out the door.
A Fang was sitting at the table with black eyes, followed by a group of friends playing cards. I went up and took a look, good guy, there were hundreds of dollars and several packs of Huazi cigarettes in front of him.
I frowned and called Al Fang, but the latter played the cards out with excitement: "I am the king! There is one last card."
"Afang!"
I increased my voice, and the latter gave me an unhappy look: "What are you doing! Don't disturb my fortune."
In an instant, my temper became angry.
I've tried my best for your family, but it's a good thing you guys have forgotten everything when you met such a gambler.
Holding on to my patience, I called Al Fang again.
