If it were normal, Mrs. Tan would definitely jump out of bed with joy when she heard Yang Huamei say this.
But tonight, Tan had no reaction at all to Yang Huamei's words.
The old lady kept struggling on the bed. At one point, while Yang Huamei was distracted, Tan broke free of her hand from Yang Huamei's hand, and then went to scratch her own neck...
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on? Why can't I get through my neck!" Yang Huamei was really at a loss.
"There is nothing on my mother's neck. There are no pimples or acne. Why is it so itchy!" Yang Huazhong was also puzzled by this.
Mrs. Liu looked furtively at the door of the east room.
Upon seeing this, Old Yangtou began to scold Mrs. Liu again: "If you want to help, go in and help. If you don't want to help, go back to the house and wait. Why do you want to watch all the excitement? There is no excitement in this world that you don't watch!"
Ms. Liu laughed slyly and said, "You bastard, don't watch it when there's excitement!"
"You..." Old Yang was so angry that he raised the tobacco pole in his hand and almost knocked it down on Mrs. Liu's head.
But at the critical moment, Liu escaped and Lao Yangtou himself was under control.
It is not a good news to hear that a father-in-law beats his daughter-in-law.
Furthermore, he had been their father-in-law for decades, scolded and trained him, but he had never laid his hands on their heads.
Why?
Because he is a man and they are all pussies. It is not the style of a man from the Yang family to hit women!
Mrs. Liu relied on the old man's bottom line, so compared to her mother-in-law, Ms. Liu was actually not afraid of Old Yangtou at all.
On the contrary, she said to the old man: "Dad, don't you think it's strange that my mother always scratches her neck?"
Old Yang gave Mr. Liu a hard look.
What I mean is, of course this is strange, anyone with a discerning eye can see it, so why do you need to remind me?
Mrs. Liu knew at a glance that the old man didn't understand the real meaning of her words, so she got a little closer and spoke to Lao Yang in a low voice while gesturing with her neck.
"Dad, if you think about it carefully, what kind of person would be tangled in his own neck like that?"
"Head, head..."
After Mrs. Liu talked and gestured like this, Lao Yang's head was suddenly struck like five thunders, and the dry tobacco pole in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He stood up so fast that the little horse under his buttocks was knocked over to the ground.
Lao Yang stood stiffly and poked his head from the door of the east room toward the bed inside.
I happened to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Tan struggling on the bed, and at the same time, she turned her face to face the door of the east room.
The two people's eyes met, and Tan's dark eyes were staring straight at Old Yang's head, with a circle of black and blue visible to the naked eye, like a person who had not slept for several nights.
Old Yangtou clearly remembered that the old woman didn't look so scary, so why, just...
"Yong...Yongxian, my son, is he you?"
When Lao Yangtou asked this question in a trembling voice, Tan, who was still struggling on the bed, suddenly stopped struggling and stared at Lao Yangtou.
No wonder he smiled, just staring at Old Yang's head, and then, a line of tears rolled down from the corner of Tan's eyes.
There was a gurgling sound in her throat, as if there were many vague sounds trying to come up, but she couldn't say them out after a lot of effort.
"Yongxian, is it really you?" Old Yangtou cried with joy at this discovery, staggered into the east room and went straight to the bed.
At this time, by the bedside, brothers and sisters Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei were also confused by this turn of events.
"Third brother, look at what my mother scratched on her neck... looks like, what does it look like?"
Yang Huamei suddenly pointed at Tan's neck and asked Yang Huazhong in a trembling voice.
Yang Huazhong took a look, "Hey guys, this scratch looks like a red rope, bloody and wrapped around Tan's neck."
Rather than saying it was a red rope, it was more like a scar, which was cut deeply from the ground on the neck, leaving the head missing...
Yongxian?
The Yongxian who was beheaded just a few years ago?
The body is still being stored in Yizhuang on the outskirts of the county, the grandson of Lao Yang, Yang Yongxian?
The brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei, who wanted to understand all this, exchanged glances again, and then, Yang Huamei ducked away from the bed as if he was electrocuted.
Because she was too eager to hide, she even fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yang Huazhong helped her up.
To be precise, it was Yang Huazhong who grabbed Yang Huamei's arm and dragged her back. The two brothers and sisters didn't have any intimacy with the old woman lying on the bed at this moment. ..
Some, only fear and fear remain.
That is also a kind of fear that living beings have towards dead things!
As soon as Lao Yangtou ran to Tan's bedside, he suddenly found that he was alone again.
The old man turned his head and looked at the frightened faces of Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei brothers. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing? No matter if it is your mother or Yongxian, there is no need to be afraid!"
Yang Huamei turned around and was so frightened that she almost fell on Yang Huazhong's back. She didn't dare to look at the east room at all.
Yang Huazhong also swallowed his saliva and said to Lao Yang head-on, "Dad, we can't force this kind of thing. We'd better wait at the door for the fourth and fifth brothers..."
Mrs. Liu was also afraid, but rather than fear, Mrs. Liu felt more novel.
She pulled at the doorframe and kept looking in, trying to find Yang Yongxian's shadow on Mrs. Tan.
However, except for the circle of blood marks on Tan's neck that looked like a scar from a knife, there really wasn't anything that could be used as an ironclad confirmation.
Fortunately, rapid footsteps finally came from behind, and several people turned to look. Sure enough, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were coming with Li Banxian.
Yang Huaming held a lantern in his hand to illuminate the road, while Yang Huazhou held a black bundle in his hand.
This black baggage roll contains something, it should be Li Banxian's "eating" guy.
"Oh, I finally got you back. Come on, come on, my mother's situation is getting worse and worse."
Mrs. Liu took the lead and rushed to Yang Huaming and the others and said impatiently.
Yang Huaming asked: "What kind of cruel method?"
It was scary enough before, with the weird giggles, how could it be more scary?
Mrs. Liu stood on tiptoe and whispered something into Yang Huaming's ear. Yang Huaming's face suddenly turned pale.
Yang Huazhong had already come over to say hello to Li Banxian, and then invited Li Banxian to go to the east room.
At the same time, he shouted to Yang Huaming and Mr. Liu, "Let's not talk about those useless things. Li Banxian is here. Come in quickly!"
We have invited all the real insiders here, so these outsiders should stop spouting alarmism. No matter how much they say, it is useless. It is just doubling and doubling the fear.
It makes no sense at all.
Everyone followed Li Banxian into the east room. Because of the arrival of so many people, the atmosphere in the east room suddenly changed, and it was not as intrusive as before.
Or maybe it's because Li Banxian's arrival emboldened everyone.
