Five or six young men swarmed up.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, so of course I can't beat him.

So, I grabbed one of them by the wrist and bit his arm hard and wouldn't let go.

He wailed loudly: "Let go! Let go!"

I turned a deaf ear and became stronger and stronger.

The other few people didn't bother to hit me, and tried all kinds of ways to pull me away.

I stared at them fiercely and didn't let go.

As soon as they pulled me, the pain became more severe.

"No! Don't fucking pull him! It hurts so much! Brother, if you have something to say, please let go of me first. We don't look good in front of other people's houses...ah————!"

Before he could finish speaking, I bit off a piece of meat from his arm.

Dirty blood flowed down the corners of my mouth.

I spit the meat on his face with a "poof", and said in a hoarse voice, "Give it back to you!"

They looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

No one dares to stop me anymore.

My face was stained, the clothes on my body were in a mess, and my legs were beaten so hard that I couldn’t walk well.

But I walked firmly, step by step, towards the white mourning hall.

There were two bouquets of yellow chrysanthemums placed at the door of the mourning hall. I pushed them over casually, picked up one of the bouquets and rushed in.

Gong Yiyu's father was furious, pointed at my nose and cursed: "You, what are you going to do?! If it weren't for you, Yiyu wouldn't have died! How dare you come here!"

Anger rushed to the top of my head, and I shouted loudly: "Gong Yiyu is not dead! She is still alive! How dare you hold a funeral for her?!"

Gong Yiyu's mother stood up, full of resentment: "She came out of my belly. Do I know if she is dead? You are so excited, you must have slept with her..."

I really couldn't listen anymore, so I raised the bouquet in my hand and smashed it hard.

It doesn’t matter what others say, but even her mother is like this!

I can't tolerate their slanderous remarks about Gong Yi!

The bouquet was thrown in front of Gong Yiyu's parents. The yellow petals were scattered on the ground, and they were no longer beautiful.

Gong Yiyu's photo was placed in the center of the mourning hall.

She is only five years old in the photo, and it is obvious that it was cut out of a family photo.

In all these years, she didn’t even have a serious photo!

I rushed forward, broke the photo frame with my bare hands, carefully picked up the photo inside, wiped the blood off with my clothes, and put it in my arms. This is my most precious treasure.

Gong Yiyu's father and mother cursed me loudly, saying that I had killed my parents, made the village uneasy, and had killed Gong Yiyu.

But they only dared to stand there and curse, and did not dare to stop me.

There have long been rumors in the village that the evil spirits in my body have not been eliminated.

They are all afraid of being contaminated.

After I hugged the photo, I was shocked to find that there was a coffin in front of me!

The worst quality wood, with pitted surfaces and visible sawdust beating in the air.

My hands shook and my mind was buzzing.

I pushed open the coffin lid with trembling hands, and the coffin lid fell to the ground with a muffled sound, making the entire mourning hall become extremely depressing.

I looked down and saw a low-quality paper figure with a red face and blood-red eyes, lying motionless inside the coffin.

Sure enough! Sure enough!

Just a paper man! Not Gong Yiyu!

She's not dead!

I laughed loudly, then took the paper man out of the coffin and tore it into pieces two or three times.

The face of the paper man fell into pieces on the ground, weightless and light.

Several women standing in front, holding black and white photos of the deceased, all changed their expressions and turned to question Gong Yiyu's parents.

"Didn't you say that you found Gong Yiyu's body and asked me to kiss you? Is this the body? Are you fooling me?!"

"You are deceiving the media and you will be punished!"

"Yes, you are too cruel to go around claiming that my daughter is dead even though she has not been found!"

"..."

Gong Yiyu's parents couldn't explain themselves and apologized profusely.

They looked at me resentfully.

I know what they resent.

They resented me for ruining this ridiculous funeral, resented me for exposing their conspiracy, resented me for letting the two thousand yuan they got go away, and most of all, resented me for letting their wish to have a son go to waste.

But I don't regret it.

For Gong Yiyu, I can even risk my life.

Anyway, in this world, apart from her, I have no nostalgia for her.

I returned home, holding Gong Yiyu's photo and staring blankly at the roof.

I was exhausted, physically and mentally, I couldn't even move a finger.

The wounds on my body hurt a little.

Slowly, I fell asleep.

I dreamed of a family of three picking corn at the door when I was a kid.

The wind that day was very strange. It kept blowing loudly, as if it was shouting: "Dead, dead, dead!"

My father was also very strange that day. He lowered his head in silence and hid his head in the shadows.

I called him, and he raised his head, revealing his shaggy cheeks, white hair, and straight eyes.

My father actually has a sheep's head!

He opened his mouth, his eyes were wet, and he struggled to say: "Go find the half-immortal!"

As soon as his father finished speaking, a red-clothed ghost jumped over with one leg, grabbed his neck, and smiled "hehe".

The ghost in red said: "Eat sheep today!"

"No!" I shouted hoarsely and woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of malicious eyes.

The malice in these eyes can wrung out water, they are even more vicious than when Wong Tai Sin looked at me.

I realized something was wrong and rolled to the left.

A kitchen knife with a cold light grazed my back and fell suddenly, almost cutting me in half.

I sat up neatly and turned on the light.

She is actually Gong Yiyu’s mother!

She brandished the kitchen knife and struck at me again.

"I blame you! You killed my child! I would have had a boy! I blame you! I blame you!"

I grabbed her wrist and twisted it with my backhand.

"Ah————!" she screamed.

I snatched the kitchen knife from her hand, held her wrist and walked to the yard.

She looked at me bitterly and cursed wildly.

"You are a little bastard who was born but not raised by your mother. You deserve the death of your parents and the whole family! It's a good thing I didn't say a word. Otherwise, if I followed you, I would be haunted by evil spirits and wouldn't live for more than half a month! Bah! Let me go quickly...

…”

I slammed her to the ground hard, put a sharp kitchen knife against her aorta, and looked at her coldly.

There was a trace of panic in her eyes, and her voice became sharper: "You dare to kill me? You have to pay with your life! Are you afraid that you will meet Yiyu underground and tell her that you killed her own mother?"

Haha, now she knows that she is Yiyu’s biological mother!

I had no expression on my face, looked straight at her, and said slowly: "If I use a little force now, your neck will be cut by me. This place is called the aorta. If it is broken, a lot of blood will flow out. A lot of blood will flow out."

, can't stop that.

Have you ever seen a chicken being killed? When taking blood, this is where it is cut.

Have you ever seen a pig being killed? Cut down along the neck, and the knife will travel between the bones, and the bones and flesh will be separated quickly.

I've seen people killing pigs many times. As long as their hands don't shake, the pigs won't suffer too much.

You are Yiyu’s biological mother after all, so of course I can’t bear to let you suffer.”

"You, you..." The resentment in her eyes instantly turned into fear. She turned her head towards the door in panic and shouted: "Help! Zhao Rui is going to kill someone!"
Chapter completed!