Changping Village.
"Your father is making trouble every day. He has come here a hundred and eighty times in the past few days, all asking your father to find Yongxian. Especially these days, the government has closed the case and said that Sanwu was alone in the house. I accidentally lit a candle and set the house on fire. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and your father just cried out for Yongxian."
Sun sighed and told Yang Ruoqing about the various troubles of Old Yangtou, all of which were inseparable from Yang Yongxian.
"Dad, how did you deal with my father?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
When Yang Huazhong was full, he put down his chopsticks and said, "What else can I say? Of course I'm trying to evade it by saying that I don't know Yongxian's whereabouts and can't find him. If he wants to come back, he will come back. If he doesn't want to come back, we can't even use a rope to tie him up." .”
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, indeed, he went to Changhuaizhou to take the exam, and there was no news for several months after he left. He can indeed do such a thing."
But this time, Yang Yongxian didn't run away on his own, but was controlled by her.
Yang Huazhong and Sun also knew about this.
Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, what's going on with your cousin right now?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "I'm going crazy because of the things in the jar."
"Ah?" Sun couldn't react for a moment and couldn't help but look at Yang Huazhong, who had a solemn expression on his face.
Yang Ruoqing didn't plan to tell Mrs. Sun in detail, for fear of scaring her.
"Qing'er, you can't keep him locked up like this, right? When are you going to let him out? Let him fend for himself!" Yang Huazhong said.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "It's almost time."
…
In the dark and humid cave, Yang Yongxian took off his clothes and knelt on the ground, twisting his body into a strange posture, pushing his head between his legs, and trying to stick out his tongue towards the anus...
Once doesn’t work, twice, twice doesn’t work, three times…
A posture of not giving up until he licks his buttocks.
After a lot of trouble, he was so tired that he lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting and begging for mercy.
"I really can't reach it. Please, please spare me..."
There was obviously no one else in the cave except him, but there was a fierce voice roaring in his head.
"No, lick, lick, quack quack..."
Yang Yongxian struggled to lick it a few more times, but still couldn't lick it. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. It was better to let him die after such dark torture!
"Can't lick it? Let me help you!"
The voice rang again, and Yang Yongxian suddenly felt full of strength. He stood up from the ground and strode out.
"Where to go? We can't go any further. There are cliffs outside the cave!" he shouted.
His powerful hands and feet didn't obey him at all. When he stepped out, an invisible force seemed to block the entrance of the cave and bounced him back.
Yang Yongxian breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, fortunately.
But the voice in my head became even more angry.
"hateful!"
Yang Yongxian suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the face.
Snapped!
Bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
There was burning pain on his face. As the slaps got bigger and more numerous, his face became numb and he couldn't notice the pain.
Finally, blood began to spurt from his mouth and nose, and his slaps became faster and faster. Yang Yongxian didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.
After the slap, a pair of hands began to make fists and stab them in the chest, lower abdomen, and crotch...
This was not enough. He stood up on his feet again, kicked off his shoes and scraped on the hard stone wall of the cave. His toenails were all scratched and his fingers were broken. Bright red blood flowed out. He used his bleeding toes to scratch on the hard stone wall. Writing and painting on the stone walls.
"Please, please spare me, I am your father..."
The speed of painting on the wall became faster, and he stabbed his chest with both hands again. Yang Yongxian shed tears in despair, seeing that his hands and feet were ruining him like this, and he was powerless.
"God, what evil have I done? Just let me die!"
…
Not far away, outside the cave, Yu'er stood there with Yang Ruoqing, looking at the scene in the cave at leisure.
"The kid is really naughty. It's fun to tease his own father like this." Yang Ruoqing smiled, turned around and walked back.
Yu'er, who was wearing a black cloak, followed behind Yang Ruoqing, "The kid died a violent death, and his soul was captured and refined into such an evil thing. He has great resentment in himself, and the backlash is naturally terrifying. He will definitely not take into account the family relationship between father and son!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I haven't been born, and I haven't felt my father's love for a day. How can I get the affection between father and son?"
Yu'er remained silent, acquiescing to Yang Ruoqing's words.
Yang Ruoqing added: "He must have been tortured by that kid in the cave during this period. It's time to let him out."
Yu'er said 'hmm', "It's all up to my sister. I just want him to go back like this. With this brat hanging around, I'm afraid he won't be able to do business well."
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "No, Yu'er, please help me think of a way to free this brat."
"As for my eldest cousin, without the sorcery of Sanwu, he can't make any waves. What kind of life he will live in the future depends on his own destiny."
Yu'er thought for a moment, "If we want to free this little devil and Yang Yongxian can still save his life, the only way is to defeat the poison with poison."
"You mean, put another kind of poison in his body?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yu'er nodded and took out a small box from her body, "Inside this is a kind of Gu that I recently raised. It can be used to restrain the backlash of that kid. But after using this Gu, this Gu is called the True Heart Gu. This kind of Gu, from now on, whatever Yang Yongxian thinks in his heart, he will say whatever he thinks, and he will not lie at all."
Yang Ruoqing was really happy when she heard this.
"This Gu is interesting. It's more satisfying than killing him with a knife." She said.
"However, we still have to hide what happened that night when San Wu died. Is there any way you can erase the memory of that night while not touching his other memories?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Yu'er thought for a moment, "I can try."
Yang Ruoqing smiled, with admiration in her eyes: "Our Yu'er is really capable. My sister has found a treasure, so I'll wait for your news."
…
Three days later, Yang Yongxian returned to the village.
He didn't walk back by himself, but was carried back by a villager in the village.
Because the house at the entrance of the village had been burned to the ground, and Liao Meiying and her son had been living in the old Yang family's old house, the enthusiastic villagers had to carry Yang Yongxian to Yang Huazhong's house at the entrance of the village.
Lao Yangtou happened to be there too, and when he saw Yang Yongxian who was still unconscious after carrying him back, Lao Yangtou felt sad and happy.
"My Yongxian, my eldest grandson, why did you do this? What's going on?"
It's no wonder that Old Yang didn't feel distressed. Yang Yongxian, who had disappeared for so many days and reappeared in front of everyone, had lost several layers of skin and was so thin that he was just skin and bones. His face was swollen, and his body was covered in bruises and various scars. Staggered, bare feet, all ten toenails were gone, and the toes were bloody and bloody.
