When Yang Xiaobao said this, he suddenly felt his stomach growling.
Liu Mei chuckled: "That's no problem. When you come back, we'll meet in Stone Town and I'll treat you to dinner at the Hongyun Hotel."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaobao continued driving.
When he arrived at the entrance of Wujia Village in the neighboring town, he stopped the car and asked a villager for directions.
"Excuse me, where is Wu Zhi's country?"
"Why are you looking for Wu Zhiguo? Who are you?"
"I am his former buddy. I am not here to discuss something with him." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Although the villager was a little suspicious, he still gave Yang Xiaobao directions.
Yang Xiaobao drove the car straight to the door of Wu Zhiguo's house.
Then he jumped out of the car and patted the door.
"Who is it?" came an honest voice from inside.
"Wu Zhiguo, it's me." Yang Xiaobao said.
Not long after, Yang Xiaobao heard footsteps, and then the door opened with a creak.
A bearded man about thirty years old stood in front of Yang Xiaobao.
He looked Yang Xiaobao up and down and asked, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Yang Xiaobao said coldly: "My name is Yang Xiaobao, can I talk to you?"
This guy asked with some vigilance: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's about your dead wife."
Wu Zhiguo's expression changed and he looked Yang Xiaobao up and down again.
"You, what's your relationship with her?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "How about we go in and talk?"
Wu Zhiguo probably also knew that this kind of thing should not be said on the street, so he could only duck and let Yang Xiaobao walk into the yard.
"Let's talk in the yard. My mother is not in good health, so don't disturb her."
Wu Zhiguo moved a stool for Yang Xiaobao, and he sat down himself.
"I came here just to ask, where is your dead son buried?"
"How do you know I have a dead son?" Wu Zhiguo asked with an extremely ugly face.
Yang Xiaobao said calmly: "Your wife told me."
"Impossible!" Wu Zhiguo exclaimed, "My wife is dead, how could she tell you!"
"Don't ask so much about this." Yang Xiaobao said, "When your wife gave birth to the baby, it was late at night, and you were the only one standing outside the delivery room, right?"
Wu Zhiguo turned pale and nodded.
"At that time, your wife was having a difficult labor, and the doctor asked you whether to save the adult or the child. You said the child, right?"
"No, that's not the case at all." Wu Zhiguo's voice changed.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "It was you who chose to protect your child and let your wife die."
"No! Who are you?" Wu Zhiguo stood up and shouted at Yang Xiaobao, "If you don't explain clearly what you are doing, get out now!"
Yang Xiaobao knew that his words had offended Wu Zhiguo.
It was this guy's selfishness that caused his wife to die and ultimately failed to save his son.
It was precisely because of his cruelty to his wife in order to continue the family line that he almost caused the death of two children from other families.
Looking at Wu Zhiguo, Yang Xiaobao wanted to punch him.
In the end he endured it.
"Wu Zhiguo, your wife asked me to tell you to bury your child with her."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will let you crawl away!" Wu Zhiguo was annoyed by Yang Xiaobao.
"Wu Zhiguo, I advise you to listen to me obediently and bury the child and your wife's body together, so that you won't hear the child's cry every night."
These words hit Wu Zhiguo, and he sat down.
"You, how do you know that I hear my child crying every day?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Wu Zhiguo, I think you should just obey my words and bury your child and your wife's body together."
Wu Zhiguo looked at Yang Xiaobao and said, "Well, if I do this, I won't hear the child crying in the future?"
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Yes, that's right."
"You, how can you guarantee this? What do you do?"
"I have seen your wife's ghost. What do you think I do?"
Wu Zhiguo looked at Yang Xiaobao blankly for a while, and finally nodded: "I understand."
Then he said: "I listen to you and do it now."
Yang Xiaobao stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you."
He drove the car and took Wu Zhiguo to a wasteland by the river.
"You left your son here?" Yang Xiaobao asked coldly.
Wu Zhiguo smiled bitterly and said, "You know, the rule here is that lost babies cannot be buried in ancestral graves."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, how could he not know this.
Wu Zhiguo searched for a long time and finally found the place where he buried the baby.
He took a shovel and started digging.
After digging for a while, we finally dug up the decomposed body of a baby.
Yang Xiaobao looked at Wu Zhiguo and placed the baby's body in a very small coffin.
Then the two people drove again and arrived in front of a grave.
It was already dusk.
Yang Xiaobao couldn't help but sigh when he saw this lonely tomb in the wilderness, being slowly shrouded in darkness.
No wonder this woman is so resentful?
No wonder he steals other people's children.
"Your wife didn't enter your ancestral graves either?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
Wu Zhiguo smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "This, this is also our rule here."
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said, "If I say something that shouldn't be said, you just treat your wife as a fertility machine."
Wu Zhiguo wanted to retort a few words, but he opened his mouth and said nothing in the end.
While Wu Zhiguo was digging the grave with a shovel, Yang Xiaobao suddenly saw a white bird lying on a lonely tree.
Seeing this bird, Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then nodded towards it.
The bird seemed to nod towards Yang Xiaobao.
"Is this okay?"
At this moment Wu Zhiguo suddenly said.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and looked at the tomb, and his wife's coffin was exposed.
It was a very thin coffin and was already somewhat rotten.
"Okay, no problem, put your son's coffin next to your wife's coffin." Yang Xiaobao said.
Wu Zhiguo did not dare to disobey Yang Xiaobao's order, so he had to do as he said.
After the coffin was buried, Wu Zhiguo lay on the ground again and kowtowed several times.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and wanted to see the bird on the tree.
Unexpectedly, the bird was lying on the branch, its body was like a ball of light, slowly fading, and finally disappeared without a trace.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and murmured: "Have a good journey, I hope you will meet a good person in the next life."
"What? What did you say?" This chapter has been completed!