Along the way, Liu Fenghan, who was almost frightened, discovered to his horror that the skilled government servants who were usually on duty were almost missing from the government office.
Instead, there were various muscular men with knives in disheveled clothes. Some had hideous scars on their faces, and some had ink marks from various stabbings.
Liu Fenghan's legs couldn't help trembling, and he didn't dare to raise his head any more.
There is no need to ask about the identities of those people. You can guess them with your toes.
They were either mountain bandits or outlaws.
He was just going out to buy groceries, why did he change so drastically?
Even after entering the morgue, there were many bandits standing inside.
Liu Fenghan raised his head slightly and saw a disheveled gray-haired old man sitting on the main seat in the middle.
Next to him stood two menacing knife-wielding bandits.
"Mr. Liu," Yang Zhituo, who had already walked to the morgue, said while lifting the white cloth on the body, "please tell me, how to restore the head to its original position?"
Liu Fenghan raised his hand and wiped the sweat with his sleeve, and ran forward in small steps.
I saw Yang Zhou lying upright on the bed, except for a little hole at his neck, everything else was intact.
He immediately gasped.
Although he knew that Yin Nuo was very capable, the sharpness of the knife edge on Yang Zhou's neck was far beyond his imagination.
Not daring to ask any more questions, he immediately pointed around the wound and explained to Yang Zhituo how to suture it.
The bandit leaders and bandit soldiers on the side were all surprised.
Obviously, Yang Zhituo's act of sewing his father's head on with his own hands was beyond their expectations.
He sewed his father's head back on with his own hands. During this process, he seemed to see hallucinations. His father opened his eyes and talked to him.
The father asked, "Son, are you crying?"
Yang Zhituo's tears flowed more violently, his hands trembled, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer, so he knelt down in front of his father's bed and burst into tears.
Yang Zhou rolled his eyes and frowned deeply as he looked at his son, "How many times have I told you as a father that your weakness and incompetence must not be exposed in front of others."
Yang Zhituo held his father's cold and stiff hand tightly, raised his head and looked at the horrific wound on his father's neck. He wanted to speak, but his voice was choked and couldn't come out at all.
Yang Zhou sighed helplessly, turned his eyes, looked at the empty roof, and said in a daze: "My child, do you still remember the days when your father took you to the capital to make a living when you were a child? Once you let others see that you are weak and powerless, , even the beggars and sweepers on the street would bully us and my father to death. At that time, my father was dull and pedantic. He thought that with his own ability and the help of his relatives, he could make a living in the capital. But in the end, not only Everything was taken away by relatives, and he almost fell into their tricks. He drank their poisonous wine and was thrown into the moat to feed the fish. My son, from that time on, my father understood a truth, a good person is equal to Stupid person. To treat others kindly without reservation is to give the other person the handle of the knife and point the knife toward yourself."
Yang Zhou sewed his father's head back on with his own hands. During this process, he seemed to see hallucinations, and his father opened his eyes and talked to him.
The father asked, "Son, are you crying?"
Yang Zhituo's tears flowed more violently, his hands trembled, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer, so he knelt down in front of his father's bed and burst into tears.
Yang Zhou rolled his eyes and frowned deeply as he looked at his son, "How many times have I told you as a father that your weakness and incompetence must not be exposed in front of others."
Yang Zhituo held his father's cold and stiff hand tightly, raised his head and looked at the horrific wound on his father's neck. He wanted to speak, but his voice was choked and couldn't come out at all.
Yang Zhou sighed helplessly, turned his eyes, looked at the empty roof, and said in a daze: "My child, do you still remember the days when your father took you to the capital to make a living when you were a child? Once you let others see that you are weak and powerless, , even the beggars and sweepers on the street would bully us and my father to death. At that time, my father was dull and pedantic. He thought that with his own ability and the help of his relatives, he could make a living in the capital. But in the end, not only Everything was taken away by relatives, and he almost fell into their tricks. He drank their poisonous wine and was thrown into the moat to feed the fish. My son, from that time on, my father understood a truth, a good person is equal to Stupid person. To treat others kindly without reservation is to give the other person the handle of the knife and point the knife toward yourself."
